Is this NPC even playable if it's not nerfed?

Chapter 90 The Emperor's Rumors Spread Throughout the Land, Yi Yi Wants to Learn Lightness Skill
"Am I truly destined not to live forever?"

Emperor Dayong's words caused the Imperial Advisor's hand to freeze in mid-air.

The Imperial Advisor slightly raised his head, glanced at the Emperor of Dayong, and then put down the black chess piece in his hand.

"Your Majesty, since you already know the answer, why do you still ask?"

Is immortality really that important?

"Your Majesty is an emperor who has made great achievements. Even after death, he will be remembered in history and become a wise ruler admired by future generations."

"Why bother pursuing that elusive path to immortality?"

"Aren't the lessons of the previous dynasty's emperors enough?"

"To ruin one's posthumous reputation for that elusive immortality is a terrible loss, a terrible loss indeed, Your Majesty."

The Grand Master picked up the black piece and placed it on the chessboard.

"Imperial Preceptor, I am not reconciled!"

"I am sixty-five years old this year, and half of my body has already stepped into the coffin."

“Even my crown prince has passed away before me.”

The Emperor of Dayong's words were filled with resentment.

"Your Majesty, you have experienced the pain of a parent outliving their child. What else could you possibly be unwilling to accept?"

"If you truly attain immortality, you'll experience even more parents burying their children. Is that what you want?"

The Imperial Advisor spoke calmly.

"I know, but Fifth Uncle, I'm just not reconciled."

Emperor Dayong suddenly raised his head and looked at the Imperial Preceptor with bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were filled with resentment.

The Imperial Advisor merely raised his head, glanced at him, and then turned away, no longer looking at him.

"We are all descendants of the founding emperor, so why can't I achieve immortality? Why can't I practice martial arts? Why can't I learn the methods to achieve immortality?"

"Of the three teachings, why can't they be passed on to me?"

"Fifth Uncle, I really want to know why?"

"On what grounds is this?"

The Emperor of Dayong was furious and overturned the chessboard.

He stood up, supporting himself on the table with both hands, his eyes fixed on the Grand Preceptor opposite him.

"Your Majesty, you are the Emperor."

"Your Majesty, you have enjoyed the greatest honor in the world, what more could you want?"

"No, this is not what I want. I don't want to be emperor."

"I never wanted to be an emperor. My dream is to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, and when the three religions return, I will embark on the path to heaven, attain immortality, and live a carefree life."

"That's what I want."

"It was you, it was you who forced me to become emperor."

"Why, tell me, why?"

“My elder brother is more suitable. He is the eldest son and should be the crown prince. Why don’t you choose him and instead choose me?”

"If he can cultivate, why can't I?"

"Why!!!"

The Emperor of Dayong's eyes were filled only with jealousy.

He was jealous that his elder brother could cultivate martial arts and embark on the path to heaven in the future, thus gaining immortality.

But he can't do anything.

He could only watch helplessly as he grew older day by day, dying of illness in his bed like his father and his crown prince.

He still remembers the unwilling look in his father's eyes before he died.

They were all forced to sit on this throne.

This is not what they want.

The supreme ruler enjoys the greatest honor in the world.

Then why don't you come and sit down?
Why do they insist that my son and I sit here?
……

"His Majesty."

"Emperor Taizu left a will before his death, stating that the throne of the Great Yong Dynasty could only be inherited by a direct descendant of the emperor."

"The late emperor had three legitimate sons."

"The eldest prince was born in harmony with Taoist thought, embracing non-action and non-contention, resonating with heaven and earth; he is a born Taoist seed."

"The Second Prince has a firm heart for martial arts and is a complete martial arts fanatic, but he is dull-witted and ignorant of human affairs. He can only cultivate martial arts and is protected by the royal family, so he cannot occupy the supreme position."

"Your Majesty, your martial arts talent is average, your comprehension is average, but you are naturally intelligent, eloquent, and have a natural ability to maintain balance. You are also good at understanding people's hearts."

"You are a born emperor."

"This supreme position belongs to you alone."

"It's not that I chose you, but that your talent chose you."

"As a descendant of the founding emperor, inheriting the supreme position is your birthright."

You can't blame anyone.

The Imperial Advisor spoke calmly, yet with an air of unquestionable authority.

"The Six Extraordinary Techniques: I can't cultivate martial arts, I can't cultivate the Dao, so surely I can cultivate the other four techniques?"

"Should an emperor simply wait to die quietly?"

Emperor Dayong was still unwilling to accept this.

"The two paths of extraordinary energy are unorthodox and heretical, leading neither to immortality nor ascension to heaven." "What righteous energy do Confucianism, Taoism, and even emperors and supreme rulers possess?"

“Buddhist arts cultivate the mind. If you have neither enlightenment nor perseverance and cannot control your true nature, you will only turn the arts into demonic practices, harming the country and the people.”

"Do not……"

……

The next morning, a message spread from the capital.

The emperor fell seriously ill and remained in a coma.

The emperor appointed his third son, the Prince of Qi, as crown prince and to oversee the state in his stead.

The other imperial heirs may choose their own path.

Prince Qi's Mansion.

"No, Father, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

"Your subject does not want to be emperor."

"Do not!!!"

……

Wangyou County.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The Emperor is critically ill and unconscious. Prince Qi has won the battle and will act as regent."

"Big news, big news."

In just one morning, news of the emperor's critical illness spread throughout the Great Yong Dynasty through the mouth of the strange man.

Many local officials and powerful families began preparing gifts for the King of Qi's coronation.

The fact that the emperor was willing to establish a crown prince meant one thing: the emperor was about to die.

Now is the perfect time to prepare.

"Alas, His Majesty may not survive this winter."

Chen Ke stroked his white beard and sighed.

"I hope that King Qi will be a wise ruler."

"If only the Crown Prince were still alive."

Chen Ke did not understand the King of Qi, but he understood the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince will be a wise and benevolent ruler who loves his people and is willing to argue with the Emperor on their behalf.

Pity.

He died young.

In the tenth year of the Tianling era, the Crown Prince suddenly fell seriously ill and died shortly afterward; the cause of death remains unknown.

He was only twenty years old.

In the same year, the Red Pill Case broke out, enraging the emperor, who executed a million people.

As for the King of Qi...

He seems to be a prince who likes to practice martial arts. It doesn't seem very plausible for a martial arts fanatic to become emperor.

……

A small courtyard in the south of the city.

"Uncle Yuan, your second move is so difficult."

"Yiyi can't learn it."

"Uncle Yuan, could you teach Yiyi some simple martial arts?"

"Yiyi wants to learn Uncle Yuan's light-footed skills, the kind where you can fly away in a flash."

Chen Yiyi held Lu Yuan's leg with one hand and gestured with the other.

"Qinggong?"

"I don't know how to do that."

Lu Yuan shook his head.

Does he know kung fu?
He knows the light-footed skill of using a hammer.

He just jumps around randomly, and how far, how high, or how fast he jumps is entirely up to him.

"I don't believe it."

"Uncle Yuan lied to Yiyi."

"Hmph, Yiyi doesn't like you anymore."

Chen Yiyi stood with her hands on her hips, looking unhappy.

"Unless you take Yiyi flying once."

"Okay, okay, where do you want to fly?"

Lu Yuan squatted down and picked Chen Yiyi up in his arms.

"I want to fly to the roof of the government office."

"That won't do. The roof of the yamen is too fragile; it's easy for it to collapse."

"Your grandfather is still at the government office, what if it collapses?"

"Alright then, I'm going to the city wall."

"Okay, I'll take you flying."

……

　Four more updates tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)