I rely on unlimited life extension

As Cheng Yi stared at the upgraded Sky Eye skill on the system panel, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind: If he were to sneak into the United Nations General Assembly, how many national bosses would be inside?

Will his other skills also be upgraded at that time? Just thinking about that scene made him excited, and he unconsciously gestured with his fingers in the air, as if he could already see a series of upgrade prompts in the skill bar.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the door to the guest room bedroom was gently pushed open, and two little girls dressed in pink lace pajamas tiptoed in and pounced on Cheng Yi's bed from either side.

"Brother Cheng Yi, wake up!"

Fangfang whispered in his ear, rubbing her hair against his cheek, "If you don't get up now, Grandpa and Uncle Thai will eat all your breakfast!"

Yuanyuan clung to his arm and swayed it back and forth: "That's right, that's right! You promised to take us to see the capital yesterday, you can't go back on your word!"

Unable to sleep because of their noise, Cheng Yi sat up helplessly, looked at the two energetic little ones, and glanced at the door—the madam was standing there, not only ignoring him, but also smiling and waving at him with her eyes full of indulgence.

Looking towards the living room, the King and his wife's father were standing by the window, watching this scene with obvious delight, their smiles barely concealed.

"It seems you all reached some secret agreement while I was away."

Cheng Yi pinched Fangfang's cheek and deliberately put on a stern face, "If you keep making a fuss, the farm won't be yours."

"No!" The two little girls immediately pounced on him and tickled him, filling the bedroom with laughter.

After breakfast, Cheng Yi stood in the courtyard stretching his muscles. The Thai King, who had been shot twice in the chest yesterday, was now standing next to his wife and father, learning Tai Chi moves step by step.

The old man moved slowly and gracefully, and the Thai king imitated him perfectly. Although he was a little stiff, his breathing was steady. He didn't look like someone who had just suffered a serious injury.

The lady stood under the veranda, watching the King's graceful movements, her eyes occasionally flashing with amazement.

She witnessed firsthand how Cheng Dong used silver needles to force out the bullet and heal the wound, but even now, she still finds it hard to believe: What kind of freak is this kid? If he has special abilities, how can he be so extraordinary? It's practically the legendary magic of "bringing the dead back to life and making flesh and bones grow back".

Could it be that the "golden bloodline" mentioned by the Thai King really has some unknown supernatural aspects?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

The Thai guards who were under house arrest yesterday have returned. A dozen strong men were stunned when they saw the Thai King doing his morning exercise in the courtyard. Then, with a "plop," they all knelt down on the ground, kowtowing and weeping.

"Your Majesty! You're alright? That's wonderful!" The head guard captain's voice choked with emotion, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab, drawing blood. "It was my negligence that caused you such distress. I deserve to die!"

According to Thai custom, if the monarch is assassinated, not only will the members of the guard be executed, but their entire families will also be implicated.

The King of Thailand waved his hand and said in a gentle tone, "Get up, everyone. Yesterday was just an accident. I was wearing a bulletproof vest and was not injured."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Take this as a lesson. From now on, be extra vigilant and don't give assassins another chance."

The guards were skeptical—they had clearly seen bloodstains, but seeing the King's strong and energetic demeanor, they dared not ask any further questions.

Being able to save their own lives and those of their families was already an immense blessing. Everyone hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude, and when they stood up, their eyes held a greater sense of awe as they looked at the King of Thailand.

The Thai King's visit to China was scheduled long ago and could not be easily changed. Fortunately, all the activities were arranged in Beijing, so Cheng Yi was able to accompany him throughout the visit.

Thus, three very different figures appeared in the Thai King's delegation to China: Cheng Yi, dressed casually, was accompanied by Fangfang and Yuanyuan, who were hopping around. The two little girls would point at the street scenes and chatter away, and then pull Cheng Yi aside to ask all sorts of questions, turning the serious official itinerary into a lively and fun affair.

While resting at the state guesthouse that evening, Cheng Yi specially invited Yang Mi and Fan Binbin over.

Upon entering the banquet hall and seeing the King of Thailand, both of them became somewhat reserved.

The King of Thailand was overjoyed and chatted with them for a long time. Only then did Yang Mi and Fan Binbin realize that their little man was actually the King's long-lost son.

Upon learning that they were the first women to know this secret, the two looked at Cheng Yi with overflowing love in their eyes. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, they would have already rushed into his arms.

Fangfang and Yuanyuan harbored inexplicable hostility towards the two suddenly appearing "older sisters," glaring at them from time to time.

But they were from top-tier wealthy families and knew their place. On the surface, they remained polite and didn't make things difficult for Cheng Yi. Besides, the King of Thailand had already privately promised that although they couldn't compete for the position of First Princess for the time being, the positions of two concubines would definitely be reserved for them.

Meanwhile, deep within the Grand Palace in Thailand, Lalongkorn, the heir apparent, secretly changed into a gray civilian outfit and, escorted by several trusted bodyguards, arrived at Wat Phra Dhammakaya on the outskirts of Bangkok.

This temple, known as the largest in Thailand and a place of great religious activity, was unusually quiet at the moment, clearly having been cleared out.

Inside the temple, several monks dressed in red and yellow robes were waiting. Upon seeing Rajoeev, they all bowed and greeted him, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Lalongkorn had no time for pleasantries and went straight to the point: "How's the work I asked you to do going?"

A monk in his fifties with a full forehead stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said: "Your Highness, as your supporters, we still have to advise you—the path you have chosen is too dangerous. If you take one wrong step, we will all die without a burial place."

"I didn't come here to persuade me!" Lalongkorn slammed his hand on the table, the mahogany surface making a dull thud. "I didn't choose this path, he forced me into it! If I don't act, I'll be the one who dies!"

Another monk in his thirties with prominent brow bones quickly tried to smooth things over: "Your Highness, you and His Majesty the King have a sixty-year father-son relationship. Even if that outsider returns to Thailand, he is still an outsider. It won't be so easy for him to shake your position."

"Not so easy?" Lalongkorn sneered, his eyes sinister. "He's only in his twenties, and I'm already sixty! What did that old man travel all the way to China for? Wasn't it to bring him back?"

Bringing him back is just the first step. Next, we'll acknowledge his princely status. Once he's won over enough people, he can brazenly drag me down from the position of heir apparent!

He took a breath, his tone ruthless: "Last time I just wanted to teach him a lesson. He dared to challenge me for the throne, so he'll have to pay a bloody price!"

A short, stout monk quickly advised, "Your Highness is overthinking it. Our Buddhist Alliance holds half the votes, and with your prestige among the people over the years, what makes any outsider think they can challenge you?"

"Because he's young! Because that old bastard wants to outlive me!" Lalongkorn suddenly stood up, pointing outside the hall, "He can find a son in China today, and he might find one somewhere else tomorrow! How many do I have to kill to make him give up this idea?"

He scanned the monks, his voice low and threatening: "I'll ask you one question today—if that old man doesn't come back to Thailand, do you have any way to ensure my smooth succession?"

The monk, who was in his fifties, hesitated and said, “To become the King of Thailand, one must go through two ceremonies: succession and coronation. Succession requires the consent of the Legislative Assembly, which symbolizes the transfer of political power; the coronation is coordinated by our Buddhist community, including the initiation of holy water, the offering of sacred objects, and the receiving of the crown, etc. We can control half of the coronation ceremony, but the Legislative Assembly... is still in His Majesty’s hands.”

"He's dead, how can we shake hands?" A hint of madness flashed in Lalongkorn's eyes. "I don't believe those people in the Legislative Council would dare to oppose me, unless they don't want to live!"

The monks exchanged glances, none daring to speak. A young monk said tremblingly, "His Majesty the King is quite old, perhaps... perhaps it won't be long..."

“But I can’t wait any longer!” Lalongkorn interrupted sharply. “I can’t sit here and wait to die. I’ve been the heir for sixty years. Tell me, how many more years do I have to be heir?”

Another monk looked up and said, "But what if word gets out?"

"Who dares to utter a single word? Is it you? Is it you? Or is it you?" He pointed at three monks in succession, his eyes as fierce as a wolf's.

Everyone quickly lowered their heads: "We wouldn't dare!"

Lalongkorn snorted coldly: "Once you're on my ship, don't even think about playing both sides! Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with you first! Do you really think only that old man has a guard?"

He softened his tone and offered substantial rewards: "As long as you help me firmly control the discourse within Buddhism, once I succeed, everyone will benefit—gold, fiefdoms, whatever you want!"

Even if it doesn't work, you still have to help me force him to abdicate! If he dares to let that Chinese brat come back, you should call on the people to boycott him, and hold demonstrations, won't you?

"In short, remember this: this Thai throne can only be mine! Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I will kill them!"

Half an hour later, Lalongkorn left the temple with his security detail and got into a black car.

The security chief, Levi, asked, "Your Highness, where do we go next?"

A fierce glint flashed in Lalongkorn's eyes: "Go to Chiang Mai and contact the abbots of the Temple of Black Magic and the Temple of the Dead."

Levi paused, his expression changing slightly: "Your Highness, those are evil..."

"I don't care about good or evil!" Lalongkorn interrupted him, his tone ferocious. "I only care about the results! If he can help me get the throne, he's good; if he blocks my path, he's evil no matter how righteous he is!"

He leaned back in his chair, his voice trembling slightly: "That old bastard thinks he can let that outsider fight me while he goes off to enjoy his retirement? Dream on! Doesn't he like going to China? I'll make sure he never comes back!"

"Those people in Buddhism are rigid-minded; they only know how to compete for fame and fortune, and they are timid and hesitant in their actions. The ones who can really get things done are those cockroaches and bedbugs."

Levi hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "But Your Highness, once those people get involved, I'm afraid they won't let it go so easily..."

"If they're willing to be my tools, why shouldn't I give them a hand?"

A strange, bloodshot glint flashed in Lalongkorn's eyes. "Are the Buddhist righteous path truly clean behind the scenes? As the King of Thailand, right and wrong, good and evil, are not important. What matters is whether they can be used by me, whether they can be obedient dogs!"

He took a deep breath: "I'm already sixty, my body can't take it anymore. If the old man could oust the previous Thai king, why can't I? He left him a way out, but I won't even give him a way out. I'll eliminate him completely, once and for all!"

A flicker of fear crossed Levi's eyes, but Lalongkorn caught it.

“Levy,” Lalongkorn stared at him, “you are the person I trust most, and you will always support me, right?”

Levi nodded vigorously, his tone firm: "Your Highness, you rescued me from the boxing ring in the slums. For the rest of my life, I will only be loyal to you!"

Lalongkorn smiled with satisfaction: "Do you still have connections with the slums?"

“Yes.” Levi nodded. “The Assassination Fist now controls several of the largest slums in Southeast Asia. The leader, Vega, is known as the ‘General of the Night.’ He has subordinates such as the Muay Thai King Bison, the Masked Killer Baroque, and the Scorpion Contana. I’ve dealt with them all.”

“Very good.” A calculating glint flashed in Lalongkorn’s eyes. “If all goes well, we won’t need this trump card. But if we fail, and the old man really does return with that outsider…”

"You contact them and set all the slums in Thailand in chaos! Then the Buddhist communities will respond, and the sorcery temples and shamanic shrines will also take action. With the people in turmoil, the military will have to divert its attention to suppression. Loyal officials can then seize the opportunity to force the abdication of the king; even if he is the Thai king, he won't be able to protect that brat!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had already sat on the throne of Thailand, but he did not notice that a tiny red dot was silently flashing below the car's dashboard, recording every word he said.

Inside the Dhammakaya Temple, which he had just left, a miniature camera in the corner was also functioning normally.

Meanwhile, inside the state guesthouse, a lively scene unfolded. Cheng Yi, along with four girls—Fangfang, Yuanyuan, Yangmi, and Fan Binbin—had the Thai King beaming with delight.

Yang Mi and Fan Binbin, in particular, called him "Aopu" (Thai for "father") repeatedly, their sweetness was like honey. The King was so pleased by their flattery that he unknowingly gave them a lot of gifts, their generosity was astonishing.

The leaders of the four countries happened to be meeting at the state guesthouse, where a cultural exhibition was being held.

The King of Thailand specially ordered four sets of traditional Thai clothing to be brought to the girls so they could change into them.

Fangfang looked charming in a light green sari, Yuanyuan looked lively in a pink wrap dress, Yangmi looked elegant and graceful in a gold embroidered dress, and Fan Binbin looked gentle and elegant in a purple dress.

The King of Thailand also specially prepared a pure white uniform for Cheng Yi, with gemstones on his epaulets and a pure gold sash slung across his chest, which made him look tall, straight and dashing.

The four girls watched with sparkling eyes, secretly tugging at his clothes, their faces full of admiration.

At this very moment, several mainstream Thai media outlets—the Thai Daily, the Bangkok Post, and the Mashin Heikyo—all devoted their entire front page to a major news story: "Breaking News! Thai King Huaxia Finds Son Separated for Twenty Years."

The newspaper not only published Cheng Yi's photo, but also detailed the Thai king's search for his son, implying that this long-lost prince was very likely to become Thailand's future heir.

The news caused an uproar throughout Thailand, with everyone talking about the mysterious "Chinese prince".