Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

Chapter 285 Fat Monk

"Isn't that your princess? Why are you asking me?" Ye Yu waved his hand and left without stopping.

Seeing Ye Yu leave, Zhou Qitian said angrily: "You are still asking this? Haven't you seen how many people are left in the Great Yan Royal Family? If he wanted to save them, he would have saved them long ago. You are full of tofu."

"But her last name is Ye after all. We can't just kill her." Zhou Li looked depressed.

A crazy princess undermines the dignity of the Great Zhou royal family.

"If I can't kill you, can't I retreat? Isn't Ye Fan still alive? Just leave him to him. What's wrong with going back to your parents' home?" Zhou Qitian glared at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li nodded as if he suddenly understood something. He had never thought about it before. After all, few of his princesses could survive for more than a few days.

"By the way, you didn't tell him your method of cultivation, right?" Zhou Qitian asked with a frown, as if he suddenly remembered something.

Zhou Li glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't have it. I can't use it. After all, I am just a scoundrel..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Zhou Li swallowed them back. Some things were better not to be known by Zhou Qitian.

"Well, find a chance to tell him. Given our current identities, the stronger Ye Yu is, the better it is for us. Although his cultivation method is a bit evil, he shouldn't mind." Zhou Qitian said generously.

Zhou Li felt a little amused and helpless.

The method he practiced was an evil way of cultivation, which involved plundering other people's spiritual roots and Nascent Souls to strengthen himself.

This is also the reason why Zhou Li’s spiritual power contains multiple attributes.

The ultimate goal of this practice is to cultivate into a pseudo-chaos primordial infant.

This is also why Zhou Li was able to tell at a glance that Ye Yu was cultivating the Chaos Nascent Soul.

"Dad, where did you get this method of cultivation? Why don't you practice it yourself?" Zhou Li looked at Zhou Qitian and said with some confusion.

Zhou Qitian snorted coldly, "Do you think I don't want to practice? It's too late for me. As for where it came from, you will know it later. Okay, let's go back to the Great Zhou."

After saying that, Zhou Qitian hummed a tune and left.

Zhou Li thought about it and followed.

On the other side, Ye Yu also walked out of the cave where Gu Lin and the others were temporarily staying. As for the innate breathing method, Ye Yu taught them some basic knowledge.

But it was enough to excite them.

"Boy, these two people are like time bombs. How long do you plan to hide here?" Ji Wuming's voice sounded.

"Don't worry, the Ye family won't care about this. Just don't let them show up. These two are alchemy fanatics, and they will be good for you." Ye Yu glanced at Ji Wuming and said.

Ji Wuming curled his lips, "Are you so kind? Tell me, what are you planning?"

"What's wrong with me doing something for the Zixiao Sword Sect?" Ye Yu said unhappily.

But what answered him was Ji Wuming's look of disbelief.

Having asked for trouble, Ye Yu pondered for a while and finally released Dan Chenzi, whose soul was about to collapse. At this moment, Dan Chenzi was still in a deep sleep, and was barely maintaining himself by relying on the power of Xu Tian Ding.

"Who is this person? His soul is almost broken." Ji Wuming said with a serious expression.

Ye Yu recounted Dan Chenzi's origins.

Ji Wuming sighed repeatedly as he listened. He had never expected that the ancient Shengdan Sect still had remnants. "But what does this have to do with those two eighth-grade alchemists?"

"For now, the only way I can think of to repair his soul is Soul Devouring. There are only these two eighth-grade alchemists left in the three states. Their soul power needs to be stronger, otherwise it will not be enough." Ye Yu said lightly.

Ji Wuming looked at Ye Yu deeply and said, "You are quite ruthless, but, with this arrangement, are you planning to leave?"

"Well, I plan to go to Zhongzhou." Ye Yu nodded without hesitation.

"Alas, you are young, it's time for you to go to Zhongzhou. We are old and can't move around anymore. You better be careful, don't die outside. My Zixiao Sword Sect hasn't seen a genius like you for a long time." Ji Wuming sighed.

Ye Yu waved his hand and said, "There is another one in the Hundred Dynasties battlefield. His achievements will not be bad either. Don't forget him."

The person he was referring to was naturally Xu Xuan, who was still inheriting the Ji Dynasty.

After the two exchanged pleasantries again, Ye Yu took off into the air.

Looking at Ye Yu's back, Ji Wuming's face was full of longing. That was Zhongzhou, the center of Shenzhou. That place could be said to be full of countless opportunities, but it could also be said to be the largest slaughterhouse in Shenzhou.

Since ancient times, countless geniuses have gone to Leizhou to explore the world, but so far, only five of them have returned alive.

But only by going to Zhongzhou can you see a bigger world and step onto a higher level.

After leaving Zixiao Sword Sect, Ye Yu thought about it carefully and made sure that nothing was missed. Then he went to the place he had agreed to meet with Feng Qiwen.

Zhongzhou is a completely unfamiliar place for Ye Yu, so he naturally needs a guide, and Feng Qiwen is the best choice.

When they arrived at a teahouse, Ye Yu sensed Feng Qiwen's presence and walked up to him.

But when he got closer, he found that there was a fat man with big ears and a fat head sitting next to Feng Qiwen.

"Young Master!" The moment he saw Ye Yu, Feng Qiwen stood up with a look of surprise.

Ye Yu waved his hand and then sat down, his eyes fixed on the fat man opposite. The aura of this fat man was very similar to that of Monk Shanyuan, but much calmer.

"he is?"

Feng Qiwen said helplessly, "I don't know who this person is. He's been following me for several days and I can't get rid of him."

"What are you talking about, donor? I see that you have a connection with Buddha, so I want to convert you to Buddhism. How can you be so ungrateful?" The fat man swallowed the food in his mouth and said unhappily.

"You are nothing but a Buddhist. Don't you Buddhists follow the rules and don't eat these things? And you haven't even shaved your head." Feng Qiwen glared at the fat man unhappily and looked at the leftovers on the table.

The fat man ate five ducks as soon as he sat down.

Feng Qiwen naturally knew something about the Buddhist community that had been making so much noise recently.

The fat man wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth and said carelessly: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. I just want to do whatever I want. I am not like those fake Buddhists who pretend to be like that. It really brings shame to my Buddha!"

"Fake Buddhism? Is there a difference between true and false Buddhism?" Ye Yu became interested and asked.

"Of course." A trace of dejection flashed across the fat man's face. "Buddhism used to be so good. Now, many people use the name of Buddhism to do dirty things. I look down on them, so don't compare me with them!"