[After a deeply moving reunion between brothers, Chen Jing pulled your hand and led you to sit on his Khan's throne.]
[Chen Jing's eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was somewhat choked with emotion.]
[“I only ascended to the throne three years ago. Before that, I lived in constant fear. One wrong move, and I might have been eliminated by my competitors.
It's not that I, your elder brother, didn't want to look for you. It was just that the journey was long and arduous, and I could barely take care of myself.
It wasn't until last year that the people I sent finally sent back news.
I then learned that Luoding Village had been massacred decades ago!
I was heartbroken, thinking that there were no longer any relatives of mine in this world.
It wasn't until not long ago, on the battlefield, that I saw Shen Qingshan. When the secret agents investigated his identity, they found out that his wife was named Chen Yun.
I followed the clues and conducted a thorough investigation. Only then did I confirm that this Chen Yun was my third sister, Chen Yun!
So I used a little trick to capture my brother - in - law alive, thinking that I could meet him, learn about my sister's situation, and see how to prevent their family from being affected by this war.”]
[At this point, Chen Jing restrained much of his usual majesty as a Khan, looking much more amiable, and even apologized to Shen Qingshan.]
[Shen Qingshan was quite overwhelmed by this.]
[“Your Majesty, you're being too kind. In the battle between the two armies, I was captured because I was inferior in skills. I'm already grateful that you didn't kill me.”]
[Chen Jing was unhappy with this response.]
[“What do you mean by 'Your Majesty'? If you don't call me elder brother, it means you're still angry with me in your heart! Now that we have certain statuses, there are some things we can't decide at will. You should understand me, brother!”]
[Shen Qingshan forced a smile.]
[“Elder brother.”]
[It was quite awkward for him to say these two words.]
[But it came much more naturally to you.]
[“Elder brother, what exactly happened between you and the second sister back then? Where is the second sister? Where is she now?”]
[Chen Jing recalled the events of that year.]
[When you were eight years old, and Chen Jing was thirteen.]
[Chen Jing and your second sister went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables.
Just when they reached the middle of the mountain, a huge eagle suddenly appeared and grabbed the two of them with its sharp claws.]
[“This eagle carried me and the second sister and flew northeast all the way.
When it was halfway through the flight, I saw a large lake below and struggled desperately.
A piece of skin on my back was ripped off forcefully, and only then did I break free from its claws.
I fell from the sky and crashed into the lake, passing out on the spot.
When I woke up again, I was in a horse caravan.
They were envoys from the Northern Border going to the Great Qian to pay tribute and were on their way back.
They saved me and brought me to the Northern Border...”]
[After that, Chen Jing could have returned to the Central Plains with the merchants from the Northern Border.
But the then Khan discovered that he had an Earth - rank spiritual root and a special constitution, making him a genius in martial arts.
Chen Jing's special constitution was called the Gluttonous Overlord Body.
His digestive ability was very miraculous. He could convert all kinds of food into cultivation base, and in battle, he could even eat and improve his combat power at the same time.
Eating meat had the best effect.
It was no wonder that when you were kids, your parents always said that the elder brother was a glutton and could never be full, almost eating the family into poverty.]
[The former Khan took Chen Jing as his adopted son and let him participate in the decades - long "struggle for the throne" in which more than two hundred adopted sons were involved.]
"This is a real contest of nurturing poisonous insects."
"All adopted sons are required to make improvements in various subjects such as martial arts, culture, politics, and winning the hearts of the people every year and meet the goals set by the Khan.
"If they fail to meet the requirements, those at the same martial arts realm will have a life - and - death duel. The survivors will continue to compete, and the dead will be thrown to feed the eagles."
"Chen Jing has persevered in this cruel competition for a full forty years."
"Not only is he not lacking in martial arts talent."
"More importantly, he is very good at leveraging interpersonal relationships."
"There are many tribes in the Northern Border, and they are not united as one."
"Chen Jing took advantage of the grudges and enmities among them to seek benefits and support for himself."
"Three years ago, when it was time for him to succeed to the throne, the previous Khan had no choice but to pass the throne to him."
"Among the major tribes in the Northern Border, there were hardly any who supported the previous Khan. Basically, everyone was supporting Chen Jing."
"Big brother, you're amazing!"
"Chen Jing shook his head with a bitter smile."
"You don't know how many times I almost stepped into the gates of hell. I'm a bit capable, but luck also played an important part in my success."
"Big brother, there's no need to be modest. Luck is an integral part of a person's strength. So, what about second sister? Where did that great eagle take her?"
"I'm still investigating, and there's no news yet... By the way, fourth brother, what exactly happened to our village? Why was it massacred?"
"You informed Chen Jing of the relationships between the Red - Heart Sect, the Holy Fire Cult, the Blood - Moon Organization, and this case.
"However, you didn't mention that Da Chun is a weapon spirit and that the real mastermind behind this incident might be targeting Da Chun.
"Because you don't want to expose the Nine - Province Cauldron in your possession for the time being.
"It's not that you're guarding against big brother. You believe that no matter what treasures you have, big brother won't compete with you. It's just to reduce the risk of exposure.
"Smack!"
"After hearing this, Chen Jing was instantly enraged and slapped the chair to pieces."
"Come here! Immediately dispatch troops! Attack the Central Plains! Wipe out that so - called Red - Heart Sect! Kill every living thing, and split even the earthworms in half!"
"The hatred of killing his father and mother!"
"Now that Chen Jing is the great Khan of the Northern Border, how could he tolerate this?
"If one has the ability but doesn't avenge, what's the difference between them and pigs and dogs!"
"You quickly held down your big brother whose eyes were already ablaze."
"Big brother, big brother, did you not hear clearly just now? This Red - Heart Sect has already been wiped out by the demon clan's ancestor."
"Oh... Come here! Immediately dispatch troops! Flatten Xiliang! Wipe out that so - called Holy Fire Cult..."
"Big brother, big brother, this Holy Fire Cult has already been destroyed by the Blood - Moon Organization."
"Oh... Come here! Immediately dispatch troops! Flatten the Great Wilderness... The Great Wilderness is quite large. Where exactly is this Blood - Moon Organization in the Great Wilderness?"
"You shrugged, indicating that you didn't know either."
"Chen Jing was annoyed."
"If I can't avenge my parents, I'm ashamed to sit on this Khan's throne!"
"Big brother, there's no need to rush to take revenge. Aren't you at war with the Central Plains now? Capturing the dragon in the south is a major event. If you succeed, big brother, you can take a step further and become the emperor!"
"If big brother becomes the emperor, you'll be the emperor's younger brother!"
"Maybe in the end, there will be a situation like 'My younger brother should be like Yao and Shun'."
"However, Shen Qingshan standing beside them didn't feel very good about this."
[He is still very loyal to the imperial court. Naturally, he doesn't feel comfortable hearing you two rebels talking like this.]
[Unexpectedly, Chen Jing tells you seriously.]
"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense. Our family in the Northern Border has been vassals of the Central Plains Dynasty for generations. How could I do such a thing as usurpation?"
You look at your eldest brother with a strange look.
"Eldest brother, we're family. Don't beat around the bush. You were telling the generals before that you were going to 'go south to capture the dragon'."
"Fourth brother, you heard wrong. It's the 'qin' in 'render assistance to the emperor', not the 'qin' in 'capture'."
You blink your eyes.
"Is there any difference?"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”