Chapter 510

Listen to what this is called.

*I have the worst talent, so I sat on this throne. And what's this about "after a hundred years," you're going to visit my grave? *

*You're my ancestor... *

Looking at his ancestor leaving with tears in his eyes, Qian Kun suddenly had the idea of passing on the throne. He looked at the Crown Prince on the side and said earnestly.

"My son."

"Father."

"Your father is also old. Among all your brothers and sisters, your talent is the worst, so I made you the Crown Prince. Now that you are not young anymore, start overseeing the state from tomorrow. After training for a few years, I will pass the throne to you."

Hm????

Hearing this, the Crown Prince's expression was complex. Why did these words sound so heartbreaking?

The civil and military officials on the side also had strange expressions.

Thinking carefully, in the many generations of emperors of the Yanfeng Kingdom, it seemed there had never been a case of brothers fighting for the throne or killing each other.

That was also true; the succession of the Yanfeng Kingdom's throne had always been the one in the last place.

Only those with the weakest talent and no hope of cultivation were qualified to inherit this throne.

Anyway, they couldn't cultivate, so they learned to govern. Therefore, in every generation, the succession of the Yanfeng Kingdom's throne could be said to be steady and harmonious.

Those princes and princesses who were truly capable had long gone to the Dao Yi Sect.

"Sigh, your father still wants to live a few more years."

Patting the Crown Prince's shoulder, Qian Kun sighed and left. The Crown Prince had a blank look in his eyes. *Am I going to follow in Father's footsteps so soon? *

*Rising earlier than a chicken, sleeping later than a dog, and dying faster than anyone—this is the fate of the Emperor of the Yanfeng Kingdom. *

Look at Father; he's only fifty-something this year, and his hair is already white. Although he is the Emperor, he can't even outlive an ordinary old man in the village. This is the consequence of having the weakest talent.

*The imperial family is the most heartless. * At this moment, it was reflected vividly. Who told you that you didn't have the talent for cultivation?

*Sitting on the throne really ages one. *

Leaving the Imperial Capital of the Yanfeng Kingdom, the group continued westward along the original route in a grand manner.

According to Ye Changqing's plan, this trip was to start from the west of the Eastern Continent, then make a circle, and return to the Dao Yi Sect from the south.

The route was naturally arranged by Ye Changqing.

After traveling for a while, it was finally lunchtime. The Kumu Nunnery disciples were all rubbing their hands, wanting to taste the delicacies of the Dao Yi Sect.

But when it really came to mealtime, the little nuns were completely dumbfounded.

"Junior Sister, this meal is destined to have no connection with you."

"What does Senior Brother mean by this?"

"Junior Sister doesn't know the rules yet?"

"What rules?"

"To eat in our Dao Yi Sect, you have to rely on your ability."

*Rely on ability to eat? * It was the first time they had heard such a saying. In the end, the Kumu Nunnery disciples could only watch the Dao Yi Sect disciples feast, each of them craving it.

Including Xiuling, she was even more miserable; she was directly classified by Hong Zun into the ranks of personal disciples like Zhao Zhengping.

She had absolutely no competitiveness and was easily handled by Xu Jie with a binding technique.

She remained trapped there until the meal was finished, unable to move.

"Save me! Where the hell are you all going?"

Until the disciples finished eating, Xiuling was still shouting for help. Finally, it was Qian Youcai, who hadn't grabbed a meal, who kindly saved her.

"I say, girl, what are you thinking? Why do you have to come and seek death?"

"I..."

She was crying without tears.

Having gained experience, when dinner time arrived, the Kumu Nunnery disciples knew to make a move, but the result? It still didn't change at all.

As soon as the Dao Yi Sect disciples came up, after a round of binding techniques and Cotton Palms, the Kumu Nunnery disciples were neatly trapped together in a row.

"Sob, sob, sob, Senior Sister, it's completely different from what you said. I can't eat at all."

Someone couldn't help but cry, but Xiuling said unhappily.

"Stop crying. If you have the energy for this, you might as well inhale more fragrance."

"Sniff, sniff..."

Unable to move their hands and feet, their noses were inhaling fiercely. Seeing this, other Kumu Nunnery disciples followed suit and began to inhale fiercely.

For the next few days, the Kumu Nunnery disciples tried their best, but they still couldn't eat a hot meal.

They could only rely on inhaling some fragrance to satisfy their cravings.

After traveling for five days, on this day, Ye Changqing stood on the deck, with Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, and others beside him.

"Junior Brother Changqing, we'll be at Huling soon."

"Huling?"

"Mm, in this battle between the two clans, Huling compensated with quite a bit of territory. Now the Dragon Elephant Peak is stationed here. It is said that there are quite a few scenic spots."

"It's worth a look."

"Right? It wasn't easy to enter Huling before, but now, Huling is also the territory of our human race. It is said that the sect also has plans to build a large city here, firstly to facilitate travelers, and secondly to use it to guard against the Tiger Clan at all times."

The westward journey must pass through Huling, but the current situation of Huling was different. The human race was equivalent to having a bridgehead in Huling, like a nail, firmly nailed under the eyelids of the Tiger Clan. ===== CHAPTER 511 =====