This folding fan was given to him by Xiao Mingzhao, so Tuoba Xiangtai also carried it with him. Almost subconsciously, he took it out and opened it, revealing a calligraphy and painting on it.
The painting depicted a cold moon at the border, ancient pines slanting across, pine branches supporting a half-moon, and watchtowers faintly visible in the distance, stretching out from the city wall.
The accompanying text read: Holding the fan to calm the storm, sharing the mountains and rivers with you!
So...
Tuoba Xiangtai's body trembled more and more severely.
In Luan'er's heart, this person who looked almost exactly like him, Luan'er wanted him to accompany her through the long nights, giving her the utmost comfort, and also to accompany her through countless fleeting years, staying together until old age.
But to him, she only wanted to share the mountains and rivers?
He, Tuoba Xiangtai, with a heart full of true love, could only share the mountains and rivers, but not spend the long nights together?
Tuoba Xiangtai couldn't hold it back anymore, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out wildly.
The crimson blood stained his clothes, making him look disheveled in an instant, not as dashing and carefree as Xiangxiang, but he was still angry and sad, and his heart surged with infinite desolation.
He shouted: "You, you, you..."
"You and Luan'er are true love?"
"Then who am I?"
"I, I became your substitute?"
"I, I'm your fucking substitute?"
Xiangxiang smiled indifferently and snapped his fingers: "Congratulations, you got it right!"
"So, you and Luan'er are true love?"
"I'm just a tool Luan'er found to govern the world when she's lonely?"
The smile on Xiangxiang's face grew richer: "Oh, you even know how to answer quickly?!"
"Pfft!"
Tuoba Xiangtai spurted out another mouthful of fresh blood.
This mouthful of blood was even thicker, almost entirely soaking his clothes, making his already crimson clothes look even more bloody, so much so that even the barbarian soldiers next to him couldn't bear to watch.
Just as they were about to speak, they saw Tuoba Xiangtai's eyes turn red.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
"How dare you compete with me for Luan'er, you deserve to die!"
Suddenly, Tuoba Xiangtai drew out a dagger. The dagger had a sharp edge, and the hilt was inlaid with turquoise, looking very extraordinary. He immediately wanted to stab Xiangxiang, who was sitting on the tiger chair.
Just then, the barbarian soldier guarding the door rushed in.
"Third Prince, the army has been reorganized..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a terrifying scene that shocked the guarding barbarian.
The Third Prince was sitting on the tiger chair, and below him was an assassin covered in blood, holding a bright and sharp blade, acting like a madman, wanting to assassinate the Third Prince!
How could this be?!
Although the Third Prince was often outrageous, wanting his brothers' lives just because they looked at Xiao Mingzhao one more time, he was still the Third Prince, the current Lord of the Grassland!
As a gate guard, how could he watch the Third Prince be assassinated?
Immediately, his figure turned into a stream of light, rushing up from behind. He exerted his strength, and his speed was so fast that in an instant, he rushed behind the assassin, raised his foot, and kicked out fiercely.
"Clang!" A loud noise.
The assassin was kicked heavily onto a table and chairs next to him by his thick and solid foot. Because this kick was too fierce and vicious, it made the assassin go soft all over, and his forehead hit the corner of the desk, causing him to bleed profusely, adding a few more points to the bloodstains on his body.
Seeing such an effect, the gate guard felt a little relieved, knowing that this kick had saved the Third Prince.
He even felt a little proud in his heart.
With such a life-saving merit, shouldn't the Third Prince reward him well?
Maybe even promote him?!
After kneeling down, he bowed and said: "Your Highness, the villain has been captured by your subordinate, please rest assured..."
The hall was completely silent, except for the struggling sound of the assassin trying to get up but failing, there was no other sound.
Xiangxiang, sitting on the tiger chair, was dumbfounded!
"Fuck, I really became Tuoba Xiangtai?"
"From a substitute to a regular?"
Unfortunately, this thought didn't last long for Xiangxiang, because the barbarian soldiers in the tent finally reacted and hurried to help Tuoba Xiangtai up from the ground.
Tuoba Xiangtai, who finally got up again, looked even more disheveled, with blood-stained clothes and a bruised and swollen face.
If the previous Tuoba Xiangtai was a graceful young master in the turbid world, the current Tuoba Xiangtai was like a beggar begging along the street in a prosperous age, accompanied by his surging, irrepressible madness and anger.
"Bastard!"
"You don't even recognize me?"
"How dare you attack me?"
The gate guard turned pale with fright.
What?
Saved the wrong person?
The person he just kicked fiercely was the Third Prince Tuoba Xiangtai?
Then... who is the one sitting on the tiger chair, holding a folding fan, and looking dashing and carefree?
No, they look so similar, and he came in a hurry, how could he tell the difference?
He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Your Highness, I, I, I accidentally saw it wrong, it's just too similar, he looks more like you than you do, I, I..."
"I have poor eyesight..."
It would have been better if he hadn't said this, but once he did, it hit the deepest fear in Tuoba Xiangtai's heart, and his anger rose accordingly. With a wave of his hand, he shouted hysterically: "Cut him down, cut him down, cut him down..."
The blade fell, and the gate guard's head fell to the ground.
The anger on Tuoba Xiangtai's face did not dissipate in the slightest, but became more and more intense. After all, what the gate guard said was right, this Xiangxiang looked too similar!
Too similar, ridiculously similar!
So similar... that it instantly shattered the love of Luan'er in his heart!
"She doesn't love me!"
"She doesn't love me!"
"I poured my heart out to her, and she still doesn't love me!"
"If we can't be together alive, then we'll be buried in the same grave after death!"
Tuoba Xiangtai's eyes became a bit sharper, and he immediately gave an order. One of the guards immediately took a knife and approached Xiangxiang step by step.
Xiangxiang's face showed no fear.
Good, good, Xiao Mingzhao gave him a heart full of hope, and then shattered it in an instant. He no longer cared about life and death, but before he died, he wanted to make Xiao Mingzhao uncomfortable, and make this Tuoba Xiangtai uncomfortable.
He...
What does it matter if he dies?
Immediately, he stood up and went straight for the blade.
The blade pierced him?
No, he took the initiative to seek death!
The sharp blade pierced his chest, staining a patch of blood. Xiangxiang died on the spot with a satisfied smile on his face!
But this scene deeply stung Tuoba Xiangtai again.
For some reason, seeing this Xiangxiang, who looked so much like him, being so detached even in death, his heart seemed to boil, jealousy surged, and he felt like he was going to explode!
Holding the dagger, he was about to return to the inner courtyard to find Xiao Mingzhao.
A barbarian guard next to him hurriedly stopped him: "Your Highness, our army stationed outside the city is being jointly attacked by the imperial army and the border army. Now is the time when Your Majesty needs to step forward and take charge of the overall situation. Your Highness, do not ruin our barbarian's great cause because of temporary romantic feelings..."
"Slap!"
Tuoba Xiangtai casually waved a palm, hitting the guard in the face, forcing him back. His face showed a complex expression, with sorrow, jealousy, madness, and hysteria...
Just not a trace of calmness.
"Take charge of the overall situation?"
"Take charge of your mother!"
"Can't you see? Luan'er is about to run off with someone else, and you expect me to fucking take charge of the situation? If Luan'er leaves, my world will collapse. To hell with taking charge!"
...
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!
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."
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.”
