"I... have finally become the Emperor!"
Qin Xiao sat high upon the dragon throne, looking down at the civil and military officials standing on the left and right, feeling an overwhelming sense of absurdity!
Three days ago, he had transmigrated into this incredibly bizarre ancient world of chaos, becoming the Sixth Prince.
His literary and martial achievements were number one in the world, and he held a massive army of a million soldiers. Yet, he was willing to listen to the Emperor's words, hand over his military power, and enter the heavenly prison.
The Emperor—oh, wait, the Supreme Emperor—loved playing out the drama of true and fake princes.
The Great General was completely love-brained, openly romancing his childhood sweetheart from an enemy nation on a blood-spattered, flesh-flying battlefield.
There was also a concubine constantly clamoring about how all people are created equal.
Even the Empress was testing the waters for a divorce, asking if they could split the empire fifty-fifty.
What the hell was all this?!
God, did you toss me into a female-oriented romance novel?!
How about you send a hundred-ton truck over and run me back to where I came from?
Qin Xiao took a deep breath and looked down at the civil and military officials below.
"If there is any matter, present your memorials; if not, the court is dismissed."
The officials looked at Qin Xiao on the dragon throne, exchanging glances. Their eyes suppressed endless fury, their chests heaving violently!
After a long time, an official stepped forward and pointed at Qin Xiao with righteous indignation.
"Sixth Prince! Dare I ask where His Majesty is?! Could it be that you have murdered His Majesty?"
Qin Xiao spoke indifferently, "You mean that old fogey? He did something wrong, and after passing the throne to me, he's been locked up in the Cold Palace for solitary confinement."
The young official, Fang Xiaoru, was furious.
"How audacious, Sixth Prince! You dare imprison His Majesty and usurp the throne to proclaim yourself Emperor! What should be the punishment for disregarding your sovereign and your father?!"
"Considering you are the Sixth Prince, if you abdicate, kneel, and apologize right now, we can still forgive you!"
"Otherwise, the whole world will unite to execute you!"
Five more officials stepped forward.
"Sixth Prince, you have no respect for your sovereign or father, you've gone completely mad!"
"You are absolutely unworthy of being the Emperor!"
Qin Xiao leaned back on the dragon throne, propping his head up with one hand, his eyes half-squinted.
"Oh, you guys are absolutely right!"
"I shall reward you heavily!"
Hearing this, the civil and military officials were overjoyed.
They all immediately wanted to jump out and criticize Qin Xiao.
If it weren't for the fact that what happened three days ago was too horrifying, they would have long banded together to put Qin Xiao in his place!
"I reward you with..."
Qin Xiao's lazy voice slowly echoed.
Fang Xiaoru puffed out his chest and held his head high, looking just like a victorious rooster.
The other five officials all turned their noses up to the sky, just waiting for Qin Xiao to kneel and apologize.
The rest of the civil and military officials sighed in dismay, beating their chests and stamping their feet.
They weren't doing this because Qin Xiao was about to kneel and apologize, but because they regretted not stepping forward to condemn him at that moment.
To think they missed such a great opportunity!
If they could bring Qin Xiao down and have the Supreme Emperor reclaim the throne, promotions and noble titles would be just around the corner!
Right at this moment, the second half of Qin Xiao's sentence suddenly exploded through the imperial court!
"I reward you with a Nine-Clan Match-3 Elimination!"
"Guards! Drag them down and execute them all!"
What the hell?
Nine-Clan Match-3 Elimination?
Does that mean exterminating their nine generations?
The expressions of the entire court of civil and military officials went from blank stares, to stiff bodies, to utter disbelief, and finally, to absolute terror!
Fang Xiaoru's face changed drastically. He pointed at Qin Xiao and scolded loudly, spit flying everywhere.
"Incompetent ruler! Tyrant! I merely asked you to kneel and apologize, yet you want to exterminate my nine clans! Do you have any humanity left?! You don't deserve to be Emperor!"
Qin Xiao slowly stood up from the dragon throne, looking down condescendingly at the young official.
"Heh... You say I don't deserve to be Emperor?"
He walked down the steps one by one, each step feeling as if it were stomping directly onto the hearts of the officials!
A murderous aura, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, rushed at their faces!
The air in the entire hall became thick, the chill piercing to the bone!
Everyone's faces changed wildly as they seemingly remembered the terrifying nature of this Sixth Prince!
"Before becoming Emperor, I was the Prince of Qin, the Heavenly Khagan. I concurrently held the positions of Grand Commandant and Minister over the Masses, was granted the title of Grand General of Heavenly Strategies, and served as the Grand General of the Left and Right Martial Guards. In a single battle, I captured two emperors..."
"Tell me, do I deserve to be Emperor?"
Qin Xiao had already arrived in front of Fang Xiaoru.
The domineering aura unique to an emperor made the rivers and mountains change color!
A faint sweep of his gaze stripped everyone of the courage to raise their heads, leaving them prostrating on the ground, trembling incessantly!
Fang Xiaoru trembled all over, his face pale. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his legs shook non-stop.
But even so, with his teeth chattering, he still spoke stubbornly.
"So... so what?! I admit you are formidable, and no one in the world can match your martial prowess, but you can't just be unreasonable, imprison His Majesty, and usurp the throne, right?"
The civil and military officials nodded in agreement, all feeling that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Qin Xiao looked up at the sky and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Good, good, good! These female-oriented romance novels are truly bizarre!"
He was truly speechless to the extreme about this world.
After transmigrating over, he was still staying in the heavenly prison.
Inexplicably, he was sent a jug of poisoned wine and a white silk cloth.
In that moment, Qin Xiao was genuinely dumbfounded.
He was going to die right after transmigrating?
But after he digested the memories in his mind...
He didn't even have the energy to complain.
He was the number one expert in the world, a peerless fierce general, unmatched by anyone!
Moreover, he was the Grand General of Heavenly Strategies, holding a massive army of a million soldiers and sweeping across the world!
But what was the result?
He was outside fighting the Xiongnu, almost reaching their main lair, when he was inexplicably ordered back to the palace with twelve golden edicts.
The fake prince, Prince Qi, acted pretentiously to vie for favor in front of the Emperor, and the brain-dead Emperor directly threw him into the heavenly prison and ordered his execution.
Damn it! How could anyone tolerate this?
Who was the biological son here anyway?!
That very night, he fought his way out of the heavenly prison, gathered eight hundred of his old subordinates, and pulled off a Xuanwu Gate-style succession.
At first, the Emperor still wanted to reason with him, but Qin Xiao didn't indulge him. Striking seven times in a single second with a staff, the Emperor was left in tears and snot, deciding to pass the throne to Qin Xiao.
And today, it was merely the first day of his ascension to the throne, yet someone had already jumped out to cause trouble.
Qin Xiao had to make the civil and military officials become obedient and honest!
"Drag them down! Exterminate their nine clans!"
He gave the order.
Over a dozen imperial guards strode forward, grabbing Fang Xiaoru and the others who had spoken out to offend Qin Xiao.
"Your Majesty! Please don't, we were wrong!"
"We're sorry! Even if Your Majesty is in the wrong in this matter, we shouldn't have said it out loud!"
"We've all apologized, Your Majesty, you have to forgive us!"
These people all began to beg for mercy.
Only Fang Xiaoru remained shamelessly boastful, craning his neck and letting out a cold sneer.
"What's the big deal about exterminating nine clans?"
"Tyrant! If you have the guts, exterminate our ten clans!"
Civil and military officials: "???"
What kind of heaven-defying request was this?
Those five officials were so angry that they burst into curses.
"Fang Xiaoru, you fucking idiot!"
Qin Xiao didn't humor him either and waved his hand.
"Ten clans it is then! Consider the extra clan a gift from me."
The imperial guards swiftly dragged these people away.
The other civil and military officials felt a chill run down their spines, and no one dared to speak again.
Qin Xiao returned to the dragon throne, resting his hands on the armrests, and surveyed the officials.
"If anyone is dissatisfied with me, step forward, and I will execute you together with them!"
You could hear a pin drop.
No one dared to challenge Qin Xiao's authority.
They were all shivering, terrified of provoking Qin Xiao.
Even the Prime Minister, the head of the officials, wiped his forehead, not daring to breathe loudly.
Right at this moment.
"Report!"
"An eight-hundred-mile urgent dispatch!"
"Prince Qi has rebelled! He is leading an army of five hundred thousand troops toward the capital!"
An armored general knelt on one knee, panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Prince Qi is leading an army of five hundred thousand! He has conquered a hundred cities in succession and will reach the capital in just three days!"
The civil and military officials were in an uproar.
For a moment, they had almost forgotten.
Prince Qi was still out there!
"Prince Qi has returned, and he has brought the Chiyan Army!"
"Hahaha! Heaven has eyes!"
"Wonderful! Prince Qi will surely uphold justice for us! This tyrant will definitely go to hell!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
