Judging from the situation just now, the so-called Crown Prince, Tie Yao, was just a martial artist who did not have the wisdom to govern a country.
King Tie Feihong wanted him to succeed the throne because he had no other choice.
Tie Yao's matter was just a small interlude.
Fang Chen's task was to be a supervisor in the Iron Blood Empire for half a year.
As long as he could ensure that nothing happened in the Iron Blood Empire during this half a year, he would not care about anything else.
Even if there were internal strife in the Iron Blood Empire, he had no obligation to manage it. If he was not careful, he would get himself involved.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, he could use this half a year to improve his cultivation.
Currently, Fang Chen had already comprehended the concept of metal. He wanted to cultivate the metal attribute sword art as soon as possible. Then, he would cultivate the other two sword arts. If he could cultivate the five elemental sword arts, his strength would definitely skyrocket.
Time passed by slowly. In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Including the time that Fang Chen had been delayed on the road, he had been out for a month.
In this month, King Tie Feihong of the Iron Blood Empire's injuries had worsened. He was about to die.
As for Crown Prince Tie Yao, ever since he was defeated by Fang Chen, he had been cultivating in seclusion. Whenever he had an epiphany, he would come to challenge Fang Chen.
However, every time, Fang Chen would beat him up until he had to leave dejectedly.
However, Tie Yao was not discouraged. Instead, he cultivated even harder.
During this period, Fang Chen could clearly feel Tie Yao's improvement. However, Tie Yao was still nothing to him.
However, in this month, the atmosphere in the Imperial City was oppressive. Countless rumors about the King of Qingchu were spreading like wildfire.
It was unknown whether it was intentional or if the King of Qingchu really wanted to rebel. In short, there seemed to be a storm brewing in the Imperial City.
During this month, Tie Feihong did not come to look for Fang Chen.
One day, after Fang Chen finished cultivating, he prepared to leave the Imperial Palace and head to the Imperial City to buy some refining materials.
With the increase of his cultivation, the Hidden Dragon Sword, a high-grade Profound Weapon, could no longer satisfy Fang Chen's needs. Therefore, he wanted to raise the grade of the Hidden Dragon Sword.
If he wanted to improve the quality of his Dark Weapon, he would need the help of a Weapon Refining Grandmaster. However, Fang Chen was only a Weapon Refining Grandmaster and could not improve it himself. He could only seek help from the Weapon Refining Grandmasters in the Imperial City.
Fang Chen had already asked around. It was said that there was a Grandmaster Blacksmith in the Imperial City. This person was very skilled in the art of blacksmithing.
The weapons that this person refined had his own unique method, and they were extremely powerful.
After Fang Chen walked out of his residence, he bumped into several princes.
"Lord Supervisor, where are you going?" One of the princes chuckled when he saw Fang Chen.
"Lord Supervisor, are you going out? You are not familiar with the Iron and Blood Kingdom, so let us lead the way," another prince said.
The three princes were the Third Prince, the Fifth Prince, and the Ninth Prince.
Other than Tie Yao, these three princes were the ones most likely to compete for the throne.
There were many princes in the Iron and Blood Kingdom, but there was practically no one who could compare to these three princes.
If it weren't for the fact that Tie Yao was the crown prince, these three princes wouldn't even put him in their eyes.
Tie Yao was just a martial artist. These three princes had unparalleled intelligence.
They had always been scheming against Tie Yao, not wanting him to inherit the throne.
Of course, these three princes had the support of various large powers. Although the Iron and Blood Kingdom appeared to be very unified, there were also several factions within.
If the three princes didn't have anyone supporting them, they wouldn't be able to resist Tie Yao.
This was also what Tie Feihong was most worried about. Right now, he was still alive and could suppress the powers behind the three princes. But once he died, just Tie Feilong alone wouldn't be able to resist the powers behind them.
Hearing this, Fang Chen nodded and said, "If that's the case, I'll have to trouble you."
Fang Chen really wasn't familiar with the Iron and Blood Kingdom. Now that he had run into these three princes, it was naturally best for them to lead the way.
"May I ask where Lord Supervisor wants to go?" asked the third prince.
The third prince gave Fang Chen the feeling that he was extremely calm and reserved. Furthermore, Fang Chen could clearly sense that he was very scheming. Under normal circumstances, it was very difficult to see through him.
"I'm going to buy some refining materials," said Fang Chen.
"Then let's go to the Divine Weapon Pavilion," said the fifth prince.
"Lord Supervisor, the Divine Weapon Pavilion is our Iron and Blood Kingdom's best weapon store. I guarantee you'll find what you need inside," said the ninth prince.
Glancing at the fifth and ninth princes, Fang Chen sighed inside. Although these three princes all had hopes of competing for the throne, compared to the third prince, the fifth and ninth princes were far inferior.
"Let's go," said Fang Chen.
With the three princes leading the way, Fang Chen quickly left the imperial palace and appeared on the bustling streets of the imperial city.
"Lord Supervisor, the Divine Weapon Pavilion is located in the central plaza of the imperial city. It's not far from here," said the third prince with a smile.
Above the imperial city, there was an extremely grand formation. That formation was hidden in the void, and ordinary people were unable to discover it. However, it still couldn't escape Fang Chen's notice.
Fang Chen raised his head to look at the sky. He smiled slightly as he walked on the streets.
The Iron and Blood Kingdom's imperial city was exceptionally bustling. Countless martial artists flowed endlessly.
On both sides of the streets, there were countless stalls. The stall owners were doing their best to sell their wares.
After walking for about five minutes, Fang Chen arrived at the central plaza of the imperial city. Looking around, he saw a nine-story pavilion in the center of the plaza.
On top of this nine-story pavilion, there was a golden plaque. On it, there were three bold and powerful words: Divine Weapon Pavilion.
"So this is the Divine Weapon Pavilion," muttered Fang Chen to himself.
"Lord Supervisor, this Divine Weapon Pavilion is overseen by an alchemist grandmaster. Furthermore, the Divine Weapon Pavilion cooperates with the imperial family. Most of the imperial family's weapons come from the Divine Weapon Pavilion," said the fifth prince.
"Lord Supervisor, let's go in and talk," said the ninth prince.
The ninth prince directly entered the first floor of the Divine Weapon Pavilion. Then he said, "The Lord Supervisor has arrived. Unrelated personnel, quickly leave."
The warriors who were able to come to the Divine Weapon Pavilion were all powerful warriors or warriors who were extremely wealthy.
Suddenly hearing the ninth prince's words, they were all infuriated.
"What Lord Supervisor? Why should we leave?" someone said unhappily.
However, someone in the crowd recognized the ninth prince, and the news spread.
"He's the ninth prince. The other two are the third prince and the fifth prince."
"Why would the three princes come to the Divine Weapon Pavilion? Let's hurry up and leave. We can't afford to offend them."
"If you don't want to die, hurry up and leave."
Immediately, the crowd of martial artists scattered.
Seeing this scene, the ninth prince smiled. At this moment, the person in charge of the Divine Weapon Pavilion walked over to the ninth prince and said, "Ninth prince, please excuse me for not going out to meet you."
"This is the list of materials that the Lord Supervisor wants. Go and look for them," said the ninth prince as he handed over a list.
Hearing this, the person laughed and turned to leave.
Seeing this scene, Fang Chen thought to himself that the ninth prince probably came here often.
Furthermore, he cleared the place the moment he arrived.
"Lord Supervisor, please wait a moment," said the third prince with a smile.
Just as Fang Chen and the others were waiting, an angry roar suddenly came from outside the door. Following that, a burly voice walked in from outside in an instant.
"Hmph, so what if you're a supervisor? What right do you have to clear the place?"
The burly martial artist's face was filled with displeasure as he spoke coldly.
As he spoke, he walked over to Fang Chen's side. Looking at the three princes, he scolded, "You're the supervisor?"
Fang Chen nodded. The burly martial artist continued, "Hmph, this is the Iron Blood Empire. Any martial artist can come to the Divine Weapon Pavilion. You don't have the qualifications to clear this place."
Clearly, this burly martial artist was very dissatisfied with the supervisor.
Fang Chen frowned slightly in displeasure.
The one who had cleared this place wasn't him, but the ninth prince. This person had targeted him the moment he had entered. That made him very unhappy.
"Who are you? Hurry up and get out. The Lord Supervisor is our Iron Blood Empire's supervisor. How can you scold him?" demanded the third prince icily.
"Aren't supervisors just scamming people for food and drink?" said the burly martial artist disdainfully.
"Shut up," scolded the fifth prince.
The burly martial artist looked at Fang Chen and said, "I hate supervisors like you the most. You rely on the fact that you're from the Five Elements Academy to scam people for food and drink in the Iron Blood Empire. You're really shameless."
After saying that, a resplendent light erupted from the burly martial artist's body. Soon after, his palm was like a swimming dragon as it smashed towards Fang Chen.
Fang Chen hadn't expected this person to suddenly attack.
Bang!
Fang Chen didn't even think as he sent out a punch. When his fist collided with the burly martial artist's palm, a violent explosion rang out.
Following that, the burly martial artist couldn't help but retreat.
After he steadied himself, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he stared at Fang Chen.
Fang Chen was just about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He felt a formless aura enter his body, making it impossible for him to gather spiritual energy.
"Poison gas!"
Fang Chen instantly realized that he had been poisoned.
Fang Chen's eyes were filled with coldness.
This burly martial artist's cultivation was obviously only at the fourth level of the Spiritual Whirlpool Realm. He had actually poisoned Fang Chen without him noticing.
"Supervisors are only so-so."
The burly martial artist growled and once again launched a fierce attack on Fang Chen.
Fang Chen couldn't gather spiritual energy and his body retreated. At the same time, the Little Mouse instantly appeared on Fang Chen's shoulder and fought with the burly martial artist.
Bang bang bang!
After a fierce battle, the burly martial artist cursed angrily, "Hmph, supervisors are too weak. You actually used your Spirit Pet to help you block the attack."
"Damn fatty, with me here, don't even think about hurting my boss."
Little Mouse said coldly as a purple halo appeared around its body. It clenched its little claws and punched towards the burly martial artist.
Bang!
The burly martial artist was sent flying by the Little Mouse's punch. He steadied himself and his eyes flickered.
He glanced at the three princes from the corner of his eyes and said, "Hmph, the so-called supervisor really doesn't live up to his reputation. I don't care to fight with you."