Transmigrating to the world of Genshin Impact and becoming a big shot.

"Chuan'er, your father is in Chongyang Palace and wants to discuss something with you."

A sweet female voice drifted into the empty courtyard; the source of the voice was the protagonist's mother, "Feng Xi'er".

The man whom the Empress Dowager called "Chuan'er" is our protagonist, Zhao Chuan.

He was leisurely sunbathing on a deck chair when he heard his mother calling him. He raised his arm to cover his eyes, pretending not to hear.

"Oh, Your Majesty, I am taking a nap. I would like to trouble Your Majesty and Father Emperor to discuss matters of national importance."

Zhao Chuan said in a soft, perfunctory tone.

At this moment, Feng Xi'er also came to the lazy child. Although she really wanted to use her tender hands to pinch Zhao Chuan's ears and drag him into the palace, she couldn't do that. After all, there was really no way to deal with such a genius boy who had reached the Yaodao Realm at the age of 15.

"Is that so? Then I'll go and tell your father that you want to take a nap."

Feng Xi'er said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuan immediately stood up, his eyes meeting his mother's sinister smile. Her white, form-fitting robes, combined with her exquisite features and long, slender legs, made her appear almost as tall as Zhao Chuan.

"Oh dear, Mother, how can I trouble you with such important matters as discussing with Father? I will go. You should rest well here in Chuanjia Courtyard."

As he spoke, he took Feng Xi'er's arm and comforted her on the recliner.

"Then Mother, please rest well. Your son will be right back."

Zhao Chuan clasped his hands together, tilted his waist at a 30-degree angle, and said respectfully.

"Go ahead, but remember to bring me some money when you come back."

Without bothering to give any instructions, Feng Xi'er picked up her tea and leisurely began to drink.

After responding, Zhao Chuan vanished from the spot in a flash.

"Tch, you think I can't handle you? You'll just have to listen to me obediently."

After Zhao Chuan walked away, she stood up from her chair and chuckled.

Inside the Chongyang Palace, a middle-aged man was reviewing documents submitted by his ministers, his face showing exhaustion and a heavy heart.

Zhao Chuan slowly stepped into Chongyang Palace, and the scene that came into view was truly breathtaking.

The emperor sat there, his face covered in a thick beard, which grew wildly like weeds, contrasting with his half-white hair, as if the years had left deep marks on his face.

He wore a magnificent golden dragon robe, the patterns on which were lifelike and shimmering, demonstrating supreme imperial power.

At this moment, he sat steadily on the golden nanmu chair, his body upright, his aura majestic, and the imperial power emanating from him was overwhelming.

This person was none other than the renowned Emperor of Zhao City, named "Zhao Yunjie".

Beside him stood an unusually obese eunuch, wearing an exaggeratedly tall hat, looking quite comical. This man was named Eunuch Zhang, a master of the Heavenly Dao Realm, and the emperor's closest personal eunuch and bodyguard.

He was loyal to the emperor and always stayed by his side to ensure his safety. Whether it was the changing political landscape of the court or the sword fights in the martial arts world, he always accompanied the emperor and became his solid support.

Whenever there was an important matter to be dealt with, Eunuch Zhang would always whisper a few words in the emperor's ear and help the emperor solve his problems.

"Your son (Zhao Chuan) pays his respects to Father Emperor (Zhao Yunjie)."

Zhao Chuan stood upright and slowly knelt on one knee, his hands firmly planted on the ground, as if containing endless strength and respect.

At this moment, Zhao Yunjie, who was handling affairs in the hall, noticed Zhao Chuan's arrival. He was slightly taken aback, then put down the memorial in his hand, stood up, and walked steadily to Zhao Chuan.

A complex emotion flashed in those deep eyes, and then he reached out and gently helped Zhao Chuan up.

"Chuan'er,"

Zhao Yunjie's eyes were full of anticipation and satisfaction.

"You are the most outstanding and strongest among the younger generation. Since the spiritual energy of Tianyun Continent quietly awakened, the older generation of predecessors have shown their extraordinary strength and created their own unique techniques and cultivation methods. Our forces have continued from generation to generation in this inheritance."

As he spoke, Zhao Yunjie frowned slightly, a worried expression like a faint gloom hanging over his face.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuan's heart tightened. Seeing his usually dignified father in such a state, his face instantly turned ugly, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, his face full of black lines.

He pondered silently in his heart...

I'm clearly the laziest third brother in the Lieyang royal family! My second and eldest brothers are always so eager to help Father with state affairs, but why do I just refuse to participate in these trivial matters? No matter how much I refuse, Father always finds ways to get my help, even resorting to various means to gain the approval of the ministers. Is it simply because my cultivation speed is too fast? But in my opinion, this so-called realm isn't that astonishingly high... He was filled with doubt and helplessness, yet he didn't know how to express his true thoughts to his father, which greatly troubled him.

In this Tianyun Continent, the cultivation realm is divided into 12 major realms: Mortal Realm, Body Realm, Azure Realm, White Realm, Golden Realm, Earth Realm, Radiant Realm, Heavenly Realm, passing through the minor lightning tribulation to advance to the Heavenly King Realm, reaching the Radiant King Realm, passing through the lightning tribulation to become a God Realm, and finally passing the God Trial to advance to the Saint Realm, flying to the God Realm and severing ties with the mortal world. However, from the Mortal Realm to the Heavenly Realm, each realm has five minor realms, and each minor realm is further divided into upper, middle, and lower realms. Reaching the Golden Realm allows one to condense a Golden Core, and as long as the Golden Core remains intact, the soul is indestructible.

My eldest brother is currently at the peak of the upper level of the Golden Path, my second brother seems to be at the lower level of the Golden Path, and there's also my little sister, who is at the peak of the fourth level of the Azure Path.

Just as Zhao Chuan was wondering why his father wanted him to compete with his elder brother for the throne, he was interrupted by Eunuch Zhang, who was standing next to Zhao Yun.

"Third Prince, don't get distracted,"

The father-in-law, looking nervous, patted Zhao Chuan on the shoulder. Why was he nervous? It was because Zhao Chuan was lost in thought. He didn't respond to a single word Zhao Yunjie said, and a murderous aura rose within him.

Startled by Eunuch Zhang's slap, Zhao Chuan snapped out of his daze and realized what was happening when he saw his father's sharp gaze.

"Father, there is something I don't know, and it puzzles me greatly. That's why I was distracted during this meeting."

Zhao Chuan's once bright eyes were now filled with earnestness. He clasped his hands together, stood there with utmost respect, looked firmly at Zhao Yunjie opposite him, and slowly spoke with a sincere expression.

"Tell me, what is it that's making you so unsettled?"

Zhao Yunjie frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he still patiently waved his hand and said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuan gently moved his feet and walked to a chair on the side. He carefully sat down and then straightened the hem of his clothes, as if this would calm his mind.

“Father, you know me best. I have always been indifferent to worldly affairs and have no desire to get involved in these complicated royal disputes. I have always cherished a dream in my heart: to become a carefree young master, to travel the world freely, to experience all kinds of wonders, to meet beautiful women, to find a lovely wife, and then to live a peaceful life in a quiet corner, without having to worry about power struggles and intrigues.”

After saying that, he raised his head again, looked at Zhao Yunjie with a sincere gaze, and said in a tone that revealed a hint of helplessness and longing.

As Zhao Chuan spoke, he gestured with his hands to depict the future he longed for. His expression was focused and innocent, revealing at a glance his deep yearning and dedication to this simple life, free from any worldly distractions or distractions.

The Emperor slowly rested his chin on his hand, his already somewhat heavy face now appearing even more serious, as if an invisible pressure was bearing down on him, making it impossible to ignore even if one wanted to.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a thoughtful glint in them, as if recalling past experiences and lessons.

"Chuan'er,"

The Emperor's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly carrying a profound expectation.

"From the moment we are born, we are destined to shoulder a heavy responsibility: to protect our beloved country, our warm families, and our innocent people. This is not a fate we can easily escape, but a goal we must fight for. This country has been established for tens of thousands of years, and the peace and tranquility we enjoy today are built on the blood of our ancestors generation after generation."

He paused slightly at this point, a hint of barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Yunjie slowly stood up. His tall figure stood out in the hall. He turned around and looked out of the solemn hall. His gaze was deep and far-reaching, as if he could see the vast land and the hardworking people in the distance through the layers of palaces.

After a long silence, he sighed deeply, a sigh filled with helplessness and disappointment, and said...

"Father has indeed been extremely strict with you over the years. Whether it is constantly improving on the path of cultivation or delving into many fields such as alchemy, medicine, and military strategy, you have never slacked off in the slightest and have always given your all. When I make such demands of you, you always carry them out without hesitation, and you also pass on these things to your older brother and sister, so that they can work together. Compared with them, your speed of progress is astonishing. I thought that under your leadership, the future of our country would be even more glorious and splendid. But who would have thought that you would now have such a passive and lazy attitude and just want to lie down?"

After saying that, he silently walked back to the chair, slowly sat down, then reached out and picked up the teacup on the table, gently squeezed a sip of the steaming tea, and savored its bitterness and sweetness.

A moment later, he placed the teacup back in its place, his movements revealing a hint of weariness and disappointment. A profound silence fell over the hall, with only the faint aroma of tea lingering in the air, as if telling tales of the past and the unknown future.

"Asking you to do certain things is also a sign of the Emperor's trust in you, and it's also to show the court officials that you are not a good-for-nothing or someone who gives up halfway. I don't want you to fight to the death for the throne when I leave one day. Even if you don't want to get involved, you will eventually be a prince and will be dragged into it. There's no harm in cultivating your own power appropriately."

At this moment, Zhao Yunjie's tone became more serious. Remembering how much innocent blood he had shed for the throne, he slowly clenched his fist.

Seeing Zhao Yunjie's serious expression, I realized he was right.

From a young age, he received one-on-one tutoring in everything he learned. He mastered cultivation, military strategy, and medical skills in just over a year, reaching levels that others struggled to achieve in four, five, or even ten years. However, being a low-key person, he didn't want to cause trouble or invite disaster, disrupting his leisurely life. He even specially found a magnifying necklace to suppress his cultivation level. Apart from his mother, father, teacher, and Eunuch Zhang, no one else knew about it, so the outside world considered the third prince of the royal family to be a good-for-nothing.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan stepped forward and looked firmly at his father.

“What Father Emperor said makes sense. It was I who did not consider it properly. I beg Father Emperor to issue the decree. I will certainly not fail to live up to your expectations.”

After Zhao Chuan finished speaking, Zhao Yunjie looked at Eunuch Zhang and waved his hand.

“Recently, a ruin has been discovered in the ‘Renzhong Territory’ of Tianyun Continent. Young cultivators from all over the world will participate. I think you should take a trial to train yourself.”

Eunuch Zhang nodded to Zhao Yunjie and then withdrew. Seeing Eunuch Zhang leave, Zhao Yunjie activated his spiritual power, and a yellowed scroll of drawings appeared in his hand, which he tossed to Zhao Chuan.

"Alright, alright, so this is where you were waiting for me!"

Zhao Chuan looked speechless and complained while looking at the map in his hand.