After the morning court was dismissed.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou sat alone on the dragon throne.
She gazed out at the empty grand hall.
The civil and military officials had long since departed.
"How goes the investigation regarding Great Qin?"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou spoke lightly.
Above the floor, clusters of shadows slowly emerged, transforming into figures dressed in black.
This was Wu Zhou's most mysterious organization, the Shadow Guards.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this Great Qin is the very same Great Qin Empire that unified the world a millennium ago!"
The Shadow Guard commander knelt on one knee and reported.
Hearing this, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou furrowed her brows and fell into a long silence.
To think that the current Great Qin was actually the descendant of the ancient Great Qin Empire!
This was truly beyond her imagination!
Great Qin had only been established for a little over a century, building upon the legacy of six generations to develop to its current state.
Compared to Great Zhou, Great Qin was still relatively weak.
But when she learned of Great Qin's true origins, her heart grew incredibly heavy.
"The hundred-year period is almost up, and those people should be arriving soon."
"Should I reveal the information about Great Qin to them..."
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou furrowed her brow deeply, her hands clenching subconsciously.
This was the deepest hidden secret among the seven great powers.
A secret capable of overturning the entire world!
Ever since the Great Qin Empire vanished a thousand years ago, a group of people had appeared among the myriad nations.
They would show up once every century to search for descendants possessing the bloodline of Great Qin.
As for who these people ultimately were, no one knew.
It was only known that they emerged from the Abyss Forbidden Land.
That place saw no sunlight; it was a bottomless abyss shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
No one dared to enter, not even the legendary Martial Gods.
To go there was certain death!
The Abyss Forbidden Land was a taboo for all the nations in the world!
"Phew!" The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou exhaled heavily.
"Never mind, I will put this matter aside for now and focus on destroying Qin Xiao first!"
"When the time comes and Qin Xiao is dead, those mysterious people won't blame me either."
At this thought, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's expression relaxed significantly.
"Qin Xiao, this time, I will not give you any more chances!"
"I will just watch you and the prairie nomads tear each other apart like dogs, and I will be the fisherman who reaps the benefits!"
"Hahaha!"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou laughed aloud, sweeping away her previous gloom.
As long as Qin Xiao and the King of Yan were dead, all these hidden threats would cease to exist.
And she would become the true master of this empire!
......
At the borders of Wu Zhou.
The three great Northern Royal Courts had gathered!
A million iron cavalry marched mightily, their battle flags fluttering in the wind, their imposing aura piercing the heavens!
Leading them were the three kings of the grasslands.
The Mongol King, Temujin.
The Xiongnu King, Modun.
The Turkic King, Xieli Khan.
"This time, I will fight Qin Xiao and hold him off, and I shall take the lion's share of the spoils. Do you two have any objections?"
Temujin sat on horseback, his gaze sweeping over the other two.
Xieli Khan had a face full of stubble and a bald head bearing a hideous, centipede-like scar. His massive physique was like a small hill.
He looked as terrifying as a giant beast!
"Since the Mongol King has spoken, I naturally have no objections."
Xieli Khan looked completely indifferent.
"However..."
He changed the subject, his eyes turning fierce.
A monstrous hatred continuously pounded in his chest.
"I want Qin Xiao dead!"
As he spoke, he touched the gruesome centipede scar on his forehead.
This was left from a past battle with Qin Xiao.
A single sword strike had nearly cleaved his skull open.
It had left him bedridden for a full half-year.
Every time it rained, his head would throb with agonizing pain, causing him to toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Just a little bit deeper!
He would have been decapitated back then!
Because of this, Xieli Khan's personality had become extremely tyrannical.
Modun also stated his position:
"I don't care either, as long as we kill Qin Xiao!"
His eyes were filled with an unforgettable, bone-deep hatred.
Whenever he thought of that lone figure relentlessly hunting him down, he couldn't help but tremble all over!
That was the beginning of his nightmare.
Today, he could finally reclaim his dignity!
The thought of trampling Qin Xiao beneath their feet made them highly excited.
Temujin glanced at the two of them and then nodded.
"Good, since we have an agreement, you must not go back on your word when the time comes."
After this brief negotiation, Temujin won easily.
Neither of the other two cared about how much profit they would take.
To them, nothing could compare to dealing with Qin Xiao.
As long as Qin Xiao died, they could take their seats at the table again.
Serving up the corpses of the world's nations, they would host an incredibly grand banquet.
The three discussed their strategy.
They formulated a preliminary plan.
It was simply Temujin clashing head-on with Qin Xiao, engaging him in a decisive battle to stall him.
Meanwhile, the other two factions would join forces to annihilate Qin Xiao's army in one fell swoop!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
