Chapter 3170: They Were Too Narrow-Minded! Peace-Bringing King! Wang Teng...

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

……

All eight royal clans below, except the Pallax family, chose to second the motion.

As for Wang Teng’s reward, they felt it could never be too generous.

Bolag had already understated it.

But none dared to raise the stakes further.

First, because they were uncertain of the monarch’s true stance—there needed to be room for maneuver.

Second, naturally, to leave space for the monarch to increase the honor—if the monarch himself felt it insufficient?

If they all spoke up, what would remain for the monarch to do?

How would he then demonstrate his grace toward Wang Teng?

This was politics!

As subordinates, they must always consider the monarch.

Only those who constantly think of the monarch are truly good subordinates.

Walterg clearly failed in this regard—he had committed the gravest offense and still didn’t realize it.

His face now resembled a dye shop: one moment green, the next white, as he stared at the crowd, fists clenched.

Did these seven royal clans have no dignity at all?

To flatter Wang Teng so shamelessly, they’d sunk to such depths?

Hilarious!

Truly absurd!

The Pallax family would never associate with them.

A mere duke?

Let Wang Teng take it. The Pallax family held the rank of prince—what was a duke compared to that?

In terms of heritage, no upstart could rival them.

To threaten the Pallax family? That was still far off.

Walterg had made up his mind: once he returned, he would compel the family to unleash its full might, seeking an opportunity to eliminate Wang Teng.

At any cost!

This menace could not be allowed to live.

"A duke?"

The Emperor of the Great Qian Empire repeated softly, his tone suggesting contemplation. After a pause, he said:

"Very well. Since we’re giving, let us give fully."

"Bestow upon Wang Teng the title of Prince!"

The voice remained calm, yet to the ears of those present, it struck like thunder.

Everyone on the floor froze, stunned into silence, unable to react for long moments.

What in the world?

Prince?

Seriously?

Had they misheard?

Each person stared upward at the emperor, eyes wide with disbelief.

Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine you were this kind of emperor!

Just moments ago, you claimed there was nothing left to grant—now, in an instant, you’ve gone all out, bestowing the rank of prince.

Their vision was too narrow!

Or perhaps, it was theirs that was too small!

They thought the monarch would at most add more treasures to the reward.

Titles were already at their peak—no higher possible.

And then…

Bolag’s lips twitched, unsure whether to feel joy or envy, resentment, jealousy.

Prince!

That was a *prince*!

Equal in rank to the eight great royal clans!

Since the founding of the Great Qian Empire, not a single non-royal bloodline had ever been granted the title of prince.

Even the Prince of Heavy Mountains belonged to the royal bloodline, had reached the Immortal level, and made outstanding contributions to the empire—only then could he be ennobled as a prince.

Yet now, Wang Teng—a man outside the royal bloodline—was about to receive the title of prince.

How could anyone not feel envy and resentment?

He had earlier proposed making Wang Teng a duke precisely because he believed the rank of prince was nearly impossible to attain.

And now, their own monarch had shown such magnanimity, granting Wang Teng the title of prince outright.

This was truly like a knife slicing open the buttocks—eyes opened wide!

Only the monarch could do this!

So bold!

So grand!

They simply couldn’t compare.

On the other side, Walterg was struck by lightning—his entire being shattered.

He felt as though the monarch had played him.

Damn it!

Wasn’t it supposed to be "nothing left to grant"?

What was happening now?

Directly topping it off? And then no more grants after that?

So that’s what “nothing left to grant” meant?

Walter Gu was on the verge of tears, his breath catching in his throat with cold fury.

It felt as though everyone had betrayed him— even the Emperor himself.

“What’s wrong? Do you all find this unacceptable?”

The Emperor of the Great Qian Empire looked down upon the faces of the gathered crowd, offering a faint smile and returning the question.

They snapped back to their senses at once, hastily raising their voices: “No, we have no objections! Everything is entirely up to the Emperor’s judgment.”

“The Emperor is wise!!”

The chant echoed through the grand hall, silencing any flicker of resistance within Walter Gu’s heart.

He closed his eyes. He knew the tide had turned. There was nothing he could do now.

Eight royal clans— what good would it do for just their family, the Pailax, to oppose? It would only make them a laughingstock, an object of mockery for the other seven noble houses.

Enough.

Let it burn.

Walter Gu no longer wished to engage with this matter. All he wanted now was to return quickly and figure out how to handle it.

Things were growing more complicated by the moment.

A Prince!

Once Wang Teng became a Prince, the threat to their family, the Pailax, would only grow greater.

And worse still was the Emperor’s attitude.

What exactly did He mean by this?

The Great Qian Empire had always recognized only eight noble families outside the imperial bloodline. Now allowing Wang Teng—a man from outside the bloodline—to become a Prince already stretched the limits.

The empire was only so large. Resources were limited.

To sustain the eight noble houses was already difficult enough.

These noble families had no choice but to venture into other regions of the cosmos, seeking opportunities and resources to maintain their current standing.

If Wang Teng joined them, he would inevitably disrupt the existing balance.

The resources allocated to the eight noble houses would surely be reduced—an outcome that was inevitable.

Thus, the Emperor’s actions were deeply puzzling.

Was He attempting to redistribute the resources?

Walter Gu, despite everything, was still the head of his household. When reason reclaimed its dominance, he immediately grasped the implication.

In that instant, his heart lurched. A powerful sense of foreboding surged through him.

He dared not lift his gaze toward the Emperor. Instead, he feigned ignorance, bowing his head in trembling fear.

“Since none of you have objections,” the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire began again, but paused slightly at the end, as if pondering.

Finally, the title emerged from His lips:

“Prince of Pacifying Chaos!”

The words fell like thunder. The expressions of all present shifted instantly into shock.

“This…?”

Many faces paled slightly, clearly unsettled.

Prince of Pacifying Chaos!

That title… seemed far too grand.

After all, Wang Teng was merely a Domain Master-level martial artist. How could he possibly bear such a title?

Throughout the entire cosmos, among the countless warriors who had fought against the Dark Beasts, no one had ever dared to claim such a title.

At least, they had never heard of it.

This alone revealed just how extraordinary the title truly was.

In fact, the titles granted to Princes were highly significant.

In the Great Qian Empire, such titles were generally reserved only for those at the Immortal-Immortal level— specifically, those who had achieved the rank of Immortal-Immortal with a sealed title.

Only beings of that rank could be bestowed with a titled title.

After all, the Great Qian Empire was a major power within the cosmos. It had to abide by cosmic laws.

If they recklessly conferred a princely title upon someone below the Immortal-Immortal level, it would provoke discontent among other powers and strong individuals— perhaps even reduce them to ridicule.

Therefore, before this point, every Prince of the Great Qian Empire had been an Immortal-Immortal with a sealed title.

That was why the heads of the Eight Noble Houses could not inherit the title of Prince—they only held the right to succession.

Of course, if they ascended to the Immortal-Immortal level with a sealed title, they would naturally receive their own titled designation.

But the Great Qian Empire had only eight Prince positions.

They could only inherit the original titles to continue receiving the empire’s resources.

Do not underestimate these resources. They were sufficient to support even a Sealed Title Immortal-Immortal—or even a Sealed Rank Immortal-Immortal.

This was precisely why the Eight Noble Houses valued the title of Prince so greatly.

Put simply, ordinary Immortal-Immortals from noble families, if they failed to catch the eye of major powers like the Virtual Universe, would ultimately have to rely solely on their ancestral resources. Otherwise, they would be little different from powerless Immortal-Immortals without influence or backing.

From this, one could also see how difficult it was for Immortal-Immortals to rise.

Moreover, the origin of such titles usually carried profound significance.

Either it reflected the martial artist’s techniques, or it stemmed from their achievements.

For example, the title "Mountain Heavy King" came directly from his methods— using his abilities to forge a reputation, striking terror into a region.

Naturally, others would then accept his title.

Yet now, the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire intended to grant Wang Teng the title of "Prince of Pacifying Chaos."

The name itself clearly implied a connection to the Dark Beasts.

Pacifying chaos. Pacifying chaos. Pacifying the chaos caused by the Dark Beasts.

Could Wang Teng, a mere Domain Master-level martial artist, truly deserve such a title?

It was far too heavy.

If others of the Immortal Rank, or even those of the Marquis Immortal Level, were to learn of this… no, even if just the Marquis-level immortals found out, it would likely spark a great deal of trouble.

They still had no idea how to target and harass Wang Teng.

All present fell into silence, unable to comprehend what their sovereign was truly thinking.

Was this genuine respect for Wang Teng?

Or was it an attempt to elevate him only to crush him later—*a rise to ruin*?

An astonishing thought flashed through their minds, leaving them unsettled and doubtful.

Some dared to steal glances at the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire, as if searching his eyes for some hidden clue.

But his gaze remained perfectly calm.

Nothing could be read from it.

"Do you find this title unsuitable?"

The Emperor of the Great Qian Empire seemed to sense their thoughts, and asked quietly in return.

This time, no one answered.

Before the unfathomable depth of a True God-level being’s mind, they dared not voice their innermost thoughts.

What if they misjudged the Emperor’s intentions? The consequences…

Now, all felt something was amiss. They wanted only to observe silently, no longer rushing to take sides as before.

Even Borag, of the Karandish family, felt the same way.

They genuinely wished to ally with Wang Teng, but they were members of the royal bloodline of the Great Qian Empire, bound by its laws and politics.

For a great clan, even the smallest matter often set off a chain reaction.

And this matter came directly from the Emperor himself.

In the Great Qian Empire, the Emperor’s word was law—no one dared to disregard it.

How could they treat this lightly?

Seeing everyone remain silent, the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire gave a faint smile and spoke on his own: "It seems none of you have objections. Then proceed accordingly."

"Yes!"

Those below dared not refuse.

The Emperor’s figure slowly faded from the divine throne, and the omnipresent, terrifying pressure gradually dissipated.

Chongshan King raised his head, gazing deeply at the empty throne. A flicker of confusion and unease passed through his eyes.

He, too, did not know what the Emperor was thinking.

Why bestow upon Wang Teng the title of *Pacifier of Chaos*?

That title was clearly… inappropriate!

To some extent, even the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire lacked the authority to grant such a title.

How could he dare to do so?

Did he not fear becoming the target of all?

Other powerful beings across the cosmos might not recognize this title.

Members of the Eight Royal Clans also lifted their heads, staring at the vacant throne. Their hearts relaxed slightly, yet were quickly filled again with thick doubt.

They exchanged glances, and some began whispering among themselves.

"Borag, what do you make of this?"

The head of the Ji Clan whispered, though his voice was barely audible.

"What can I make of it? I’m standing here watching," Borag rolled his eyes and said with resignation. "The Emperor’s thoughts—how can we possibly guess them?"

"But this matter…" The head of the Ji Clan frowned deeply, hesitating. "It’s truly strange."

"Ah…" Borag sighed heavily. "I don’t know whether this is fortune or misfortune."

A trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

"In my opinion, perhaps the Emperor truly sees promise in Wang Teng and is merely building momentum for him!"

The head of the Rodriguez Clan hesitated, then said.

"After all, this title may not be bad for Wang Teng—so long as he can hold his ground against those powerful ones."

"That makes sense," the head of the Xiahou Clan said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Wang Teng is now a Second Star Envoy of the Hall of Many Stars. His level already surpasses that of Immortal Kings. Granting him the title of *Pacifier of Chaos*, he can certainly bear it."

"But Wang Teng’s strength is still lacking. He may not be able to suppress those Immortal Kings!" The head of the Jiang Clan shook his head, clearly unconvinced. "If he ends up crushed by those powerful figures instead, wouldn’t this title become a colossal joke?"

"At that point, who knows if he’ll survive such a blow?"

Everyone fell silent. They all knew how dire that outcome could be. Their expressions grew heavy.

Precisely because of this, they couldn’t fathom the Emperor’s intent. They sensed there must be deeper meaning behind this title.

"Hmph."

Walterg coldly chuckled. "You’re celebrating too soon. Wang Teng may not be a good investment."

"Since ancient times, the tree that stands tallest in the forest will surely be broken by the wind."

"Wang Teng is indeed extraordinary—but precisely because he is too extraordinary, he may not endure in the long run."

With that, he turned and walked away without another word.

All present subtly changed expression, watching Walterg’s retreating back. Their gazes flickered, their hearts uneasy.

What had once been a joyous occasion now left everyone anxious, uncertain how to act.

The position of Prince was indeed not so easily held.

Could Wang Teng truly bear this honor? (End of chapter)