68: Chapter 68 Cooperation?

After everyone sat down, a brief silence fell over the private room.

Chen Zhiwen looked directly at the suddenly visiting Chen Zhiyue, wondering what the purpose of his visit was.

Chen Zhiwen had no prior dealings with this Third Prince, and the number of times they had met in the capital could be counted on one hand.

As far as Chen Zhiwen knew, this Third Prince was the most mysterious among all the princes in the capital, rarely interacting with capital factions for years.

Yet, despite this, he had an unusually large number of followers in the imperial court, and his influence was in no way weaker than that of the Second Prince Chen Zhiling.

The Second Prince Chen Zhiling had always regarded Chen Zhiyue as a thorn in his side and wanted to get rid of him, having used many underhanded methods, but all were easily neutralized by Chen Zhiyue.

Within the current Great Xuan Imperial Family, excluding Chen Zhiwen, Chen Zhiyue and the Second Prince Chen Zhiling were the successors to the next Emperor of Great Xuan.

But after Chen Zhiwen returned to the capital, those neutral factions, having witnessed Chen Zhiwen's strength, all wanted to pledge allegiance to him and support him in joining the struggle for the throne.

Regarding this, Chen Zhiwen did not express any stance.

Logically speaking, Chen Zhiyue and the Second Prince Chen Zhiling should have realized this and both would be thinking about how to eliminate Chen Zhiwen as a threat.

Yet now, Chen Zhiyue had taken the initiative to come find him and even offered an olive branch to Chen Zhiwen.

This left Chen Zhiwen confused, unsure of what Chen Zhiyue was truly up to.

As for not being able to book a private room in the restaurant?

A prince with such immense power in the capital, unable to book a private room? Even a fool wouldn't believe that.

"Third Brother, it seems you and I have never sat down and talked like this before, have we?" Chen Zhiwen said with a faint smile.

Chen Zhiyue leisurely took a sip of tea and smiled, saying: "That's right, this is the first time we two brothers have sat so close to talk."

Chen Zhiyue sighed with a calm expression: "I, Chen Zhiyue, have always considered myself not a person who holds himself in high esteem, and I treat everyone equally."

"But now, I realize I was truly wrong. At least in your case, Fifth Brother, I was completely mistaken."

Chen Zhiwen's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, as he hadn't expected Chen Zhiyue to be so frank.

Seeing his earnest appearance, Chen Zhiwen finally understood why those factions were willing to pledge allegiance to him.

It had to be said that Chen Zhiyue possessed a charisma that ordinary people lacked.

Chen Zhiwen's lips curled slightly: "Third Brother, I didn't realize I was held in such high regard in your heart."

"That is only natural." Chen Zhiyue nodded seriously.

Chen Zhiwen smiled faintly and said calmly: "I am flattered by your regard, Third Brother, but you didn't come here today just to tell me these things, did you?"

Chen Zhiyue shook his head: "Naturally not. I came here this time actually wanting to discuss a cooperation with you, Fifth Brother."

"A cooperation that will be a win-win for both of us."

Chen Zhiwen felt a surge of interest upon hearing this: "Oh? You want to discuss cooperation with me, Third Brother?"

"That's right!"

"That's quite interesting. Are you so confident, Third Brother, that I will cooperate with you? You should know that with my current influence in the Great Xuan Dynasty, I am quite a big trouble for you."

"Trouble? I don't think so." Chen Zhiyue smiled mysteriously, acting cryptic.

Chen Zhiwen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Zhiyue.

"Let's talk about this later. You and I, brothers, should watch the show first."

As his voice fell, Chen Zhiyue stood up and walked to the window, craning his neck to look toward the direction outside the capital.

Looking into the distance in the direction of his gaze, one could see that on the distant horizon, the originally calm sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart, and a cruel, powerful aura swept over like a violent storm.

This aura was exceptionally powerful, causing one to shudder. Under the impact of this aura, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy, oppressive enough to make one unable to breathe.

At the source of this powerful aura, a burly, young bald man was shirtless, engaged in a fierce battle with several other equally young Cultivators.

Every punch he threw carried the force of a thunderbolt, colliding with the attacks of those Cultivators and emitting bursts of earth-shattering roars.

That bald man was like a moving mountain, his body suffused with a boundless, ceaseless Qi and blood, surging and flowing within him like a rolling torrent.

This Qi and blood were so vigorous, seemingly endless, continuously pouring out from his body.

Every one of his muscles was like it had been forged from refined steel, hard and powerful; the muscle lines exposed to the air were distinct, as if carved by a knife or axe. These muscles contained terrifying explosive power, as if a single slight movement from him could trigger a landslide or earthquake.

His physical strength was astonishing, not even inferior to some pure-blooded ancient Vicious Beasts.

Ancient Vicious Beasts were world-renowned for their powerful physiques and terrifying strength, and yet this bald man could be mentioned in the same breath as them, showing just how formidable and terrifying his body was.

The man was tall and fierce, radiating an arrogant and domineering aura.

His eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if they could pierce through a person's Soul.

Facing several young Cultivators of comparable strength, he not only showed no fear but instead curled his lips slightly, revealing an arrogant smile.

These young Cultivators unleashed various Divine Abilities with astonishing power, causing light to radiate everywhere and creating a massive momentum.

However, the bald man was unhurried. He was empty-handed, using no Magic Treasure, and simply charged straight into those Divine Abilities.

Surprisingly, his body seemed to have been tempered to the extreme, with every muscle filled with power. His fists were like iron hammers, each strike carrying an unstoppable force; his legs were like steel whips, each kick capable of whipping up a gale.

Those originally powerful Divine Abilities, in front of his fists and legs, were like paper, easily shattered.

Yet his body suffered not the slightest damage, as if these Divine Abilities were merely insignificant tricks to him.

Just when those Cultivators were astonished, the bald man, like a cannonball, charged toward them with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, the bald man had already reached the front of those Cultivators. His speed was jaw-dropping, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky.

Immediately after, the bald man unhesitatingly swung his thick fists, smashing toward those Cultivators like a violent storm.