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!
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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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
