The Thrill of Freedom Beats the Throne

I transmigrated into the crown prince, and everyone said I was already winning at the starting line.

But all I wanted was to cultivate immortality, not become emperor.

So I pretended to be sick at court, doodled on memorials, and told the assembled officials, “Why not find someone more qualified to be crown prince?”

They all called me useless, which was exactly what I wanted.

Who knew the Bloodshadow Cult would come knocking, my emperor father would be so furious he coughed up blood, and my sister would be kidnapped?

Forced to drop my disguise, I killed a demonic cultivator with one sword strike and stunned the court in three moves.

Everyone fell to their knees and shouted, “Long live the emperor!” But I frowned.

“Can’t someone else take the throne?”

In the end, I was forced to ascend the throne and become emperor, unite the Nine Provinces, and bring peace to the land.

Then, on the second day after my coronation, I folded my dragon robe and laid it on the throne.

“Whoever wants to be emperor can have it. I’m off to cultivate immortality.”

No matter how dazzling imperial power and conquest may be, they’re no match for a wisp of spiritual energy, a mountain of immortals, and a carefree path to immortality.