Chapter 277

At this moment, the disciples of Dao Yi Sect displayed the bearing of a great sect; traveling together, just traveling together, huh.

Meanwhile, upon hearing that they could travel together with the Dao Yi Sect, Xiu Ling also happily said to her fellow junior sisters.

"I'm being serious, the food of the Dao Yi Sect is really delicious—once you take a bite, you can't forget it."

"Is it really that exaggerated, Senior Sister?"

"Not exaggerated at all; I can't even describe that kind of deliciousness."

"But aren't we not allowed to eat meat?"

"Who said that? Even the Shīzūn said, 'Alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart; if the heart has Buddha, what's the harm in eating meat?'"

A group of little nuns gathered together, chattering away; under Xiu Ling's telling, all the girls eagerly anticipated the Dao Yi Sect's food.

Early the next morning, the Dao Yi Sect members prepared to depart; Emperor Qian Kun personally led a crowd of civil and military officials to see them off.

In the end, he still couldn't manage to eat a bite of the Dao Yi Sect's food.

Earlier, when contacting the ancestral elder Qian Youcai, he was directly scolded.

"Eat shit, I'm not even sure I can eat steadily, and you still want to eat?"

"That's not wrong—don't look at Qian Youcai being a steward of Divine Sword Peak; you also need to see who the competitors are: Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao—none of these people are easy to deal with."

"He himself can't even eat steadily, and you still want to eat? Eat shit."

After greeting Hong Zun and the others, he came before Qian Youcai with a mournful face; seeing this, Qian Youcai patted Qian Kun's shoulder with earnest words.

"Don't even think about the food of the immortal sect; just be a good emperor, and send those with good talent to the Dao Yi Sect."

"Yes, ancestral elder."

"Well, I remember you were the worst in talent, so you took the throne; do your duties solidly, contribute a modest effort for our Qian family; when you pass away in a hundred years, I, the ancestral elder, will personally go to your grave to see you, and do well."

"This should be a comforting remark, right? But hearing it, Qian Kun felt his heart turn to ashes."

"Listen, what kind of talk is this?"

"I, damn it, have the worst talent, so I sat on this throne; what's more, after a hundred years, you damn well still want to come to my grave to see me?"

"You are my ancestral elder........"

Looking at the ancestral elder's departure, unable to cry, Qian Kun suddenly had the idea of abdicating; he glanced at the crown prince beside him and spoke earnestly.

"My son."

"Father Emperor."

"I, your father, am also old; among your brothers and sisters, your talent is the worst, so I made you crown prince; now you are not young either, starting tomorrow you shall oversee the state, gain experience for a few years, and then I will pass the throne to you."

"Huh????"

Upon hearing that, the crown prince's expression was complex; how could these words be so heart-wrenching?

The civil and military officials beside him also had strange expressions.

Think about it, in the many generations of emperors of Yanfeng State, it seems there has never been a case of brothers fighting over the throne, causing bloodshed.

Also, the succession of the throne in Yanfeng State has always been the lowest-ranked person.

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

Since they can't cultivate immortality, they might as well learn to govern; thus, each generation, the succession of the Yanfeng throne can be described as peaceful and stable, harmonious and amicable.

Those princes and princesses with real ability have long since, damn it, gone to the Dao Yi Sect.

"Ah, I, your father, still want to live a few more years."

He patted the crown prince's shoulder, Qian Kun sighed and walked away; the crown prince stared blankly, wondering if he would so quickly follow in his father's footsteps.

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

Look at the father emperor; he's only in his fifties but already has a full head of white hair—though he's an emperor, even an ordinary old man in the village wouldn't live past him; this is the outcome of having the weakest talent.

Ah, the imperial family is truly ruthless; at this moment it's fully revealed—who let you lack the talent for cultivation?

Truly, once you sit on the throne, time rushes on.

Leaving the capital of Yanfeng State, the crowd continued westward in a mighty procession along the planned route.

According to Ye Zhangqing's plan, this journey begins in the west of Dongzhou, then makes a loop, returning to the Dao Yi Sect from the south.

The route naturally follows Ye Zhangqing's arrangement.

After traveling a stretch of road, it was finally lunchtime; the disciples of Withered Wood Hermitage each clenched their fists, eager to sample the Dao Yi Sect's delicacy.

But when the mealtime actually arrived, the little nuns were completely dumbfounded.

"Junior sister, this meal is destined to have no affinity with you."

"Senior brother, what does that mean?"

"Junior sister, you still don't know the rules?"

"What rules?"

"In our Dao Yi Sect, eating depends on ability."

Rely on skill to eat? Or is this the first time hearing such a saying? In the end, the Withered Wood Hermitage disciples could only watch helplessly as the Dao Yi Sect disciples feasted heartily, each drooling uncontrollably.

Including Xiu Ling, she was even worse off—directly sorted by Hong Zun into the ranks of Zhao Zhengping and the other Inner Disciples.

He had absolutely no competitiveness; he was easily taken care of by Xu Jie with just a simple entangling move.

Even after finishing the meal, they were still trapped there, unable to move.

"Save me, damn it, where are you guys going?"

Until the other disciples had finished eating, Xiu Ling was still loudly calling for help; in the end, Qian Cai, who hadn't managed to grab any food, kindly rescued her.

"I say, little girl, what's gotten into you that you're insisting on courting death?"

"I............"

Wanting to cry but no tears.

With experience, when dinner time came, the Withered Wood Hermitage disciples knew to make a move, but the result remained unchanged.

As soon as the Dao Yi Sect disciples arrived, they tangled hands in a flurry; after the soft palms, the Withered Wood Hermitage disciples were neatly lined up, trapped together, forming a line.

"Wuu wuu wuu, senior sister, it's completely different from what you said; I basically can't get any food."

Someone couldn't help but cry out in pain, while Xiuling said angrily.

"Stop crying; with this effort, you might as well sniff more fragrance."

"Sniff sniff........."

Their hands and feet couldn't move, but their noses were sniffing hard; seeing this, the other Withered Wood Hermitage disciples imitated them and also began to sniff hard.

Over the next few days, the Withered Wood Hermitage disciples gave it their all, yet they still couldn't get a hot meal.

They could only rely on inhaling some fragrance to relieve their hunger.

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

"Junior Brother Changqing, we're about to reach Huling."

"Huling?"

"Well, in this war between the two races, Huling has compensated with much territory; now Dragon Elephant Peak is stationed here, and it's said there are also many scenic spots."

"Then we can go take a look."

"That's right; previously it wasn't easy to enter Huling, but now Huling is also our human race's territory; it's said the sect plans to build a big city here, to facilitate travelers and to constantly guard against Huling."

"The westward route must pass through Huling, but now the situation there is different; the human race has effectively established a bridgehead in Huling, like a nail driven deep into the tiger race's eyelids."