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!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
