Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 240 Prince
royal palace.

Wenhua Hall.

Emperor Chong'an, who had been tormented by illness for many years, was already emaciated, and the large yellow robe he wore looked out of place on him.

It's like a monkey wearing a crown.

He lay on the wide dragon throne, looking down at the kneeling crown prince with a mocking expression:
"What do you want to do?"

"Being kind-hearted and having outstanding literary talent is not enough; one must also be exceptionally skilled in martial arts and be the bravest in the army to gain a good reputation for both literary and military prowess?"

“Father.” Crown Prince Qi Xian looked up.

"Call him Your Majesty!" Emperor Chong'an raised his voice.

"...Your Majesty." Qi Xian gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice:
"The rebels are rampant, the people are suffering, and even the capital region has been affected. The rebellion must be quelled as soon as possible."

"Your subject is willing to accept the military command and lead troops into battle."

"Your subject knows he is incompetent, but he has a heart full of patriotism and will surely sweep away the rebels and restore peace and prosperity to the world."

"You know you're incompetent," Emperor Chong'an sneered.

"How could a frail scholar who faints at the sight of blood since childhood possibly quell the chaos caused by a million bandits?"

In my opinion, it is sufficient to send your third brother.

“He has been practicing martial arts since childhood and advanced to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint level at an early age, but he still lacks experience in commanding troops.”

"Your Majesty!" Qi Xian suddenly looked up, his expression changing slightly:

“My third brother is still young. Although he has amazing talent in martial arts, battlefield combat and fighting between two armies are different from martial arts competitions. Moreover, the power to command troops has always belonged to His Majesty or the Crown Prince. How can this be changed so easily?”

"Why can't it be changed?" Emperor Chong'an lowered his eyes.

"Even a crown prince can be deposed."

?

Upon hearing this, Qi Xian tensed up, his eyes reddened, and a hint of struggle appeared on his face before he slowly lowered his head.

"His Majesty."

“It would be unwise for my third brother to lead the army. It would be even worse if he were injured. It would be better to send a marquis to suppress the rebellion.”

"To be granted a marquisate?" Emperor Chong'an sneered.

"Are you complaining that the rebellions of the feudal lords in previous years weren't big enough?"

"We finally managed to suppress them, and now you're thinking of loosening the ropes binding them? My Great Qi will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later."

"Your subject dares not," Qi Xian hurriedly kowtowed.

"What are you afraid of?" Emperor Chong'an roared, slamming his fist on the table and rising to his feet. His small frame radiated an indescribable aura as he glared and shouted:

"Qi Xian!"

"Do you think I don't know what you've done?"

"You've colluded with the demonic sects, performed Buddhist rituals and chanted Taoist sutras—you haven't missed a single thing that our ancestors forbade!"

"You dare say that the matter of the Prince of Fenyang has nothing to do with you?"

He roared repeatedly, leaving himself breathless, one hand on his chest and the other on the armrest of the dragon throne, saying:
"You are known for your benevolence and kindness; you have a good reputation!"

"In contrast to you, my benevolent and righteous crown prince, I am notorious for my tyranny, greed, and lust. I'm afraid all the officials in the court are hoping that I will fall seriously ill so that you, my virtuous and talented crown prince, can ascend the throne as soon as possible."

Crown Prince Qi Xian's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly banged his head against the ground, making the jade-paved floor thud loudly.

"Your subject would never have such a thought!"

"I am guilty!"

"Of course you are guilty." Emperor Chong'an's face was contorted with rage.

"Your fault lies in not resigning from the position of Crown Prince, and in pretending to be filial despite harboring resentment. I will find your fault sooner or later and remove you from the position of Crown Prince. The Great Qi is founded on military strength, and we must not allow a weak-willed scholar to become emperor."

"Your Majesty..."

"I wish I could issue an edict right now to depose your crown prince!"

Qi Xian gritted his teeth, dug his fingers into his flesh, blood streaming from his palms, and kept kowtowing.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

He could not refute it, because he might be charged with disobedience and filial impiety.

Emperor Chong'an had always wanted to remove him from the position of crown prince, but he had not been able to find a suitable excuse.

Even if the official is forcibly dismissed, neither the officials nor the Imperial Clan Court will agree.

Prince?

Nominally, they are second only to the emperor, but in reality, the fragility of their power can only be known by those who hold that position.

Therefore, Qi Xian could only endure and persevere until Emperor Chong'an's body could no longer hold on, only then could he see the dawn.

"What are you thinking?"

Emperor Chong'an returned to his throne, panting, and squinted at Qi Xian:

"I know without you saying it. Are you wondering when I'll die? Don't worry, I won't die before the third prince becomes the crown prince."

"You good-for-nothing, making you the crown prince was the biggest regret of my life."

Under anger.

Emperor Chong'an had even forgotten how to address himself as "I, the King," and instead cursed Qi Xian repeatedly, each word filled with malice.

It's hard to imagine.

This is what a father would say to his son.

"roll!"

"I don't want to see you."

"Your subject takes his leave." Qi Xian kowtowed, his forehead covered in bloodstains, and he walked unsteadily out of the hall.

He glanced back at the towering Cultural Hall, a bitter expression on his face.

His eyes hardened instantly.

half a month later.

Despite opposition from the entire court, Emperor Chong'an insisted on his own way, appointing his third son as commander-in-chief to lead the army to suppress the rebels.

With such outstanding military achievements in suppressing the rebellion, it was only natural that the Third Prince would become the Crown Prince.

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Southern Barbarian Inn.

Several magnificent horses with the bloodline of exotic beasts rushed in, and the barbarians on their backs leaped down, waving letters in their hands.

"Urgent report!"

"The princess was seriously ill and passed away seven days ago."

Where is Prince Batu?

"..." This news caused the faces of everyone at the foreign guesthouse to change drastically, and one of them stepped forward tremblingly:
"The prince has gone to the Imperial Workshop to oversee the making of the golden statue for His Majesty. I will send someone to inform him immediately."

"Go quickly!"

"Yes."

An hour later.

Batu rushed into the foreign quarters, took the letter from the southern barbarians, and collapsed to the ground with his knees buckling.

"Mother!"

"No!"

"My mother is a Grandmaster of the First Rank, and she's not that old, how could she suddenly... suddenly become unwell?"

Batu's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly leaped up, grabbed the messenger, and roared:

"explain?"

"How did Mother die? Was she murdered?"

"Prince." The barbarian's face turned deathly pale.
"The princess suddenly fell seriously ill and died."

"Bullshit!" Batu, who always presented himself as refined, roared.

"What kind of illness could cause a Grandmaster of the First Rank to suddenly collapse, especially with the Imperial Preceptor present... the Imperial Preceptor..."

His expression suddenly changed:
"Where is the Imperial Advisor?" "Even the Imperial Advisor could not save the Queen." The barbarian shook his head and said in a low voice:
"prince."

"Now that the Queen is being buried, the Barbarian King has decreed that you do not need to return. You can simply set up a memorial altar in the capital to pay your respects."

"besides……"

His throat bobbed, and he stammered:
"The Barbarian King has changed the heir to the throne to Prince Barn. From now on, you will be in charge of matters in the capital."

"Thud..." Batu swayed and staggered backward, his anger and sorrow turning into blankness.

"The Barn brothers?"

"How could this be?"

"Batu." At this moment, an elderly man in a long robe stepped out from behind and spoke slowly:

“I told you long ago that the barbarian king should not be too close to the Qi people. You have changed your clothes and studied literature, but you do not practice martial arts. You will regret it sooner or later.”

“Senior Shamu.” Batu turned around and said through gritted teeth:
"The Great Qi is a hundred times, a thousand times more prosperous than the Southern Barbarians. With such a great power by our side, what is the point of the Southern Barbarians clinging to their old customs?"

“The people of the southern barbarians are starving and poorly clothed. Only by learning from the Great Qi and promoting education can they leave the mountains and stop behaving like barbarians.”

"Hmph!" Shamu snorted.
"If you inherit the throne, you will surely implement new policies and assimilate the southern barbarians into the Qi people. Do you think others will be willing to do so?"

at least,

The Barbarian King and the Dharma King will not agree.

The current ruling class in the Southern Barbarians also disagrees.

"Batu."

Shamu shook his head:

"The founding of the Great Qi Kingdom was not based on writing, magic, poetry and songs, but on the fist of the founding emperor who shattered everything."

"You are weak, so you deserve to be manipulated!"

Batu's body stiffened.

…………

night.

Batu knelt before the simple altar, muttering to himself and bowing repeatedly according to the customs of the southern barbarians.

"Mother..."

"Am I really wrong?"

His eyes were filled with confusion as he looked toward the direction of the southern barbarians.

a long time.

Batu took out a jade pendant from his body, his eyes darting back and forth, and finally gritted his teeth and crushed the jade pendant.

"Peng!"

A faint glimmer of light drifted out from the shattered jade pendant and swept away into the distance.

"Well……"

A moment later, Zhu Ju, dressed in a black robe, appeared before him and slowly spoke:
"You figured it out?"

"Senior." Batu knelt on the ground, his teeth clenched.

"Can you really help me become the Divine Treasure Martial Saint?"

"I can only give you a choice; whether it will work out is unknown." Zhu Ju gently shook his head.
"You were born with extraordinary bones and muscles, and have been treated with countless poisons, making you an excellent talent for practicing poison attacks."

"Otherwise, the Southern Barbarian Dharma King wouldn't care so much about you."

But a pity.

This successor of the Southern Barbarians was blinded by the prosperity of the Great Qi after entering it.

The power of the Great Qi Dynasty filled him with even more fear.

Nanman,

They were utterly helpless against the Great Qi.

In Batu's view, integrating into the Great Qi was the only way out for the Southern Barbarians, and poison techniques were not worth mentioning.

Therefore, over the years he abandoned his mastery of the Ten Thousand Poisons True Skill and switched to Taoist methods, possessing extraordinary talent but only reaching the third rank.

His talent was wasted.

"senior."

Batu took a deep breath:

"Is it really not too late for me at my age?"

At least.

In the eyes of the Southern Barbarian Dharma King, it was already too late.

That's why Batu was abandoned by the Southern Barbarians. Since he wanted to be a Qi person, he should stay in Shenjing and be a Qi person.

Nanman,

There should be barbarians in charge!
"not late."

Zhu Juyin's seduction:

"I have a method that can make your cultivation level increase rapidly in a short period of time, but it will consume your lifespan."

"Don't worry……"

"If you can advance to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint level before your lifespan runs out, then there will be no problem."

If not, then there's nothing more to say.

"Consuming lifespan?" Batu looked up, his expression changing.

"Magic power?"

"Heh..." Zhu Ju chuckled.
"It's not a demonic art, but a poisonous art."

"It's similar to the Myriad Poisons True Art you used to practice, except I call this one the Myriad Poisons True Art!"

"Practicing this technique will nurture tens of thousands of Gu worms within your body that devour your essence and blood. These worms will both harm you and greatly enhance your cultivation."

Poison?

Zhu Ju understands too!

He even possesses the inheritance of the Five Poisons Sect of the Ten Thousand Mountains, a tradition that theoretically leads to the formation of the Golden Core.

of course.

It's only theoretical, and not comprehensive.

However, in this world, it is a profound skill even more advanced than the Vajra Realm, far surpassing the Myriad Poisons True Skill of the Southern Barbarian Dharma King.

It is a pity.

This skill also requires special talent. Batu has a unique physical body that is immune to all kinds of strange poisons, making him suitable for practicing this skill.

of course.

The Myriad Poisons True Skill was created by Zhu Ju by combining the Five Poisons Sect's inheritance with the Myriad Poisons True Skill. Whether it will actually work is still uncertain.

Using Batu was just an experiment.

If it can be accomplished.

The method of connecting the 'essence' is almost complete, which is extremely important to him.

After much deliberation, Batu finally made up his mind.

"senior!"

"Please pass on my ultimate skill!"

"Haha..." Zhu Ju laughed loudly:
"it is good!"

"I will now teach you the Ten Thousand Gu True Skill."

Huh?
Just as he was about to transmit the teachings, Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow, for news had come from another place he was listening in.

Prince?

What is he going to do?
(End of this chapter)