In the late Han Dynasty, the imbecile Emperor trusted eunuchs to counsel him. The country was getting more corrupt by the day.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei took an oath and became sworn brothers. They fought to bring back peace to the general public.

The dynasty's elite soldiers were always quick and direct. The four of them briefly explained themselves. They did not request to rest and immediately asked to accept the Evolution Cube modification.
Han Xiao agreed. He would have more than enough time to communicate with them after that.
Buzz!
With a flash of blue and gold Mechanical Force, a small silver cube hovered above his head. He activated it with the password. The evolution energy flew out instantly and spread in the hall like a tsunami, shrouding the tens of thousands of dynasty elites.
Han Xiao deactivated the Evolution Cube, looked at the black cocoons all over the hall, and nodded with satisfaction.
He then looked at Teny's cocoon, smiled slightly, and thought, Since you came to my doorsteps, how can I not invest in you?
It could be said that he was extremely familiar with this future dynasty marshal. He was one of the renowned NPCs of the dynasty that existed through multiple versions.
In the later days, he led many large fleets of the dynasty alone and called them the 'Dynasty's Iron Hoofs', which fought many legendary battles. His performance was exceptional throughout many versions. The players under the Dynasty Faction could choose to join under his command and become his soldiers or officers, where they would receive plenty of War Missions.
There were two things that Teny was best known for. One was during the [Calamity of the Supers], where he led the fleet under his command and killed a notorious Beyond Grade A without any help!
The other was during the World Tree Civilization invasion event. For the sake of the entire war, he put his own life on the line and led his troops to charge into hundreds of Star Systems, restraining the enemy's overwhelming invasion. He penetrated countless lines of defenses and entered the heartland of the World Tree Civilization, earning a ton of time. In the end, his troops were wiped out by the enemies. Dragging alongside countless strong enemies, he was killed in battle and met a tragic end.
Teny was just a Calamity Grade.
He was an extremely strong commander, strategist, and leader of fleets. The dynasty's fleets could achieve astonishing strength in his hands. To the dynasty, such a military talent like him was even more important than Beyond Grade As.
According to his life's direction, in the future, Teny Amenos would obtain a very high position in the dynasty and have masses of soldiers under his command. Since an opportunity to build a relationship with the dynasty's future military boss was right before him, Han Xiao was not going to let it go.
There were many factions in the dynasty. The first group of dynasty elites was selected from the various factions. The Military Youngsters Faction, which Teny represented, was a very strong faction, and he would become one of the faction's representatives in the future. He was worth Han Xiao wooing.
Han Xiao knew his place. Although he had become the Crimson Dynasty's ally, it was just the beginning and far from being carefree. Even as an ally, he had to think of ways to increase his influence within the dynasty. After all, he was not the only Beyond Grade A in the dynasty.
I've operated in more than twenty years in the Shattered Star Ring, so I'm considered quite important. In the Central Galaxy, however, there are more Beyond Grade As. Plus, many of them are seniors that have lived many years. I have limited influence over there, Han Xiao thought.
Universal Civilizations had many powerful individuals and allies. Their profit network was complicated and broad. Although he had some power within the dynasty, it was pathetically little, and this included the bonus from the Evolution Cube.
The other three captains beside Teny were also known characters whom Han Xiao was familiar with. They did not achieve as much as Teny would eventually, but since they were all leeks right at his doorstep, he decided to not let any of them go.
…
The evolution lasted about half a day. The tens of thousands of dynasty elites came out of their cocoons one after another.
Teny was the last to complete the evolution. He extended his hand and clenched his fists, familiarizing himself with the changes in his body.
"This feels amazing…" His deputy, Corbus, was overjoyed. He was not initially qualified enough to be selected, but because he was Teny's deputy, he was able to obtain this opportunity.
"It's indeed magical. It feels even better than the Federation of Light's Gene Adjustment." Teny nodded firmly.
All the newborns of the Universal Civilizations would usually experience free Gene Adjustment right after their birth to increase their potential.
Federation of Light's Gene Adjustment technology far exceeded the other two Universal Civilizations' as it was one of their specialties. Federation of Light's Super ratio was the highest in the entire Galaxy.
The army's officer who had been waiting at the side walked over and said, "Friends from the Crimson Dynasty, the Army Commander told me to wait here for you to complete your evolution. I will now take you to the army's guest area to rest."
The people nodded. Some of them would be following the dynasty's main logistics team to go to the Flickering World and explore, which planned to rest for some time in the Black Star Army headquarters. Therefore, they would be waiting there.
The rest of the dynasty elites were there purely for the evolution and would return to the Central Galaxy after it was done. Teny was one of them. Han Xiao would be traveling with them as well, and Zoel had already told them about it. Therefore, they would be staying in the army's headquarters and waiting for Han Xiao to head to the Central Galaxy together.
They came to the guest room area and settled down. Not long after, Han Xiao came. Teny and the other captains went to welcome him.
The first thing Han Xiao asked about was how they felt after the evolution. He then moved the topic onto the situation within the dynasty and started to chat casually.
The elites from the Crimson Dynasty were indeed different. Maybe because they had met many Beyond Grade As since they were officers of a Universal Civilization, their attitudes were very natural. They were neither nervous nor arrogant, just chatting with Han Xiao normally.
Han Xiao's goal was to improve his relationship with these people who would have high positions in the dynasty in the future so that it would be easier to become friends with them later.
He knew a lot about the people present. The chat was going very pleasantly.
However, Han Xiao noticed that Teny was the calmest and kept observing him. It seemed he was a little wary against him.
Han Xiao did not speak too much in their first conversation. He stood up and left after briefly familiarizing himself with the others. Making non-profit focused friends took time. It would only achieve the opposite effect if he was too hasty.
After sending Black Star away, Teny looked at his back and pondered.
What's with this guy?
…
"Teny seems wary of me. This doesn't seem easy…"
After returning to his office, Han Xiao tapped the table and contemplated it.
It was indeed not easy to bond with someone so talented. He had to focus on Teny's likings.
Han Xiao nodded—this was his advantage. He knew about Teny's likings. This was all hidden intelligence dug out by the players in his previous life after countless wrong attempts. He wondered how many strange and weird gifts Teny had received throughout those years.
"He doesn't have much fondness for many material possessions; he only likes special types of gifts. Hmm, I think he has a hobby to collect Star Core samples? If I remember correctly, he also likes reading mechanical theory books written by high-level Mechanics… Sigh, even the hobbies of outstanding people are high class."
Han Xiao shook his head. Since Teny had such a specific preference, even if he wanted to give him any gifts, it had to be subtle. Otherwise, it would expose the fact that he had a motive and would make Teny think that he had researched him, which would only achieve the opposite effect.
"Mechanical theory books…" Han Xiao murmured. "I'm a Beyond Grade A Mechanic, so he might even ask about it."
He put this at the back of his mind for the time being and called the Hila sisters, who were taking Nero around headquarters. He then called Reynold there as well.
Not long after, Reynold opened the door.
"Army Commander, were you looking for me?"
"I have a mission for you."
Then, he turned to look at Nero, whose face was filled with curiosity about the alien, smiled, and said, "Nero, you will be learning mechanical theories from Reynold for the time being. I have some business to do outside. I'll teach you myself after it's done."
Nero was suddenly worried and said with an indignant tone, "But you promised to bring me to travel the universe…"
The universe was a completely unknown environment to him. The only person he could rely on was Han Xiao. When he heard that he was going to be left in the army's headquarters, he instantly panicked.
This reminded him of his father, Bennett. He promised to take him to play time after time, but he always used work as an excuse to disappoint him again and again. In his limited view of the world, adults never kept their promises. He was afraid that Han Xiao would do the same.
"Don't worry, after I come back, I will definitely take you to somewhere fun…" Han Xiao comforted him.
There were many strong people in the Central Galaxy. Even he did not know what he would face. Nero was way too weak; it would be dangerous for him to follow Han Xiao. With so many officers and allies, Nero would be safer in the army headquarters.
Furthermore, Nero had just awoken his Mechanical Force and needed to learn a ton of theories—he would have to do homework anyway, so where he did that homework made no difference.
Giving Nero to Reynold to teach temporarily was also a decision made after thorough consideration. In the time that Nero spent learning the basics from Reynold, his Advanced Luck Glow might give him this guy's Perfect Mechanical Sense. After all, Nero was a high-level protagonist character, so everything was possible.
"No problem, leave it to me." Reynold nodded.
Han Xiao paused and suddenly thought of something. "By the way, is your sister still in the army?"
"Hmm?" Reynold was confused for a moment. "She is, why?"
It seemed that Rossellin had yet to leave with those three guys. Han Xiao caressed his chin. Rossellin and he were the only ones that knew about that; even Reynold did not.
"Then, what has she been doing recently? Has she done anything abnormal?"
"Abnormal… it seems so." Reynold thought about it. "I realized that she hasn't been going out much recently and has been spending a lot of time in her room doing who knows what. She hasn't been coming to chat with me recently. I've asked her a few times. She said that she's writing something, but I don't know what that is. Do you need me to ask her for you?"
"No need." Han Xiao waved his hands. He could roughly guess what Rossellin was writing—probably the plan for the Silver Revolutionary Army.
Although the goal of these founders was to overthrow the three Universal Civilizations, give other civilizations a chance, and help one ruler overthrow another, there was no way they could use these words to convince ordinary people, and they knew that full well. Rossellin was the spiritual leader; she wrote most of their slogans and beliefs and used her Esper Ability on those ideas.
He was not intending to interfere with the birth of the Silver Revolutionary Army because this would be a choice of the era. He alone would never be able to stop the windmill of an entire era. In conclusion, this storyline would be the first time that various advanced civilizations would work together to challenge the ruling position of the three universal civilizations, ever since the start of the exploration era and the countless years of peace. No civilization was willing to be ruled forever. When ambition and strength reached a certain threshold at the same time, the new and the old would clash. It was unavoidable.
Therefore, he might as well watch it happen and let the people he knew about climb up in position. This way, he would at least have an advantage, and it would be easier than dealing with the people he was unfamiliar with.
Han Xiao casually grabbed the aggrieved Nero and put him onto his knees. He then called Sylvia and Herlous.
"I'll be going to the Central Galaxy in a few days. Are the manpower, battleships, and resources I've asked you to prepare ready?"
They nodded.
"Good." Han Xiao exhaled.
This trip to the Central Galaxy was not sightseeing. He had many things to do.
Speaking of which, this was his first time leaving the Shattered Star Ring and heading to another Star Field in this life.


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

Morning

Casually raising his head, he saw an entire sky filled with stars. However, his eyes were drawn to the two brightly lit lanterns before him. After crossing the bridge and passing through the huge doors, he stood before a huge open air hallway, completely exposed to a multitude of stars. Bodyguards stood on both ends of the walkway, with swords hanging from their sides.

“Second band, first ranked Grand Scholar is Zhang Zhi Gong!”

The person who was kneeling on the floor stood up. Everything around him added to the confusion. He tore open the golden pouch, read the content, and in a loud voice shouted, "In the eleventh year of the Grand Examinations, the High Scholar who reached first place in the first band is Zao Wen Lin!”

“First band, second place goes to High Scholar Yin Ming Tang!”

“First band, third place goes to High Scholar Shi Qian Min!”

After the announcement had been made, each Grand Scholar took three steps forward, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to the emperor. Someone read out, "The High Scholar who came in the first place in the first band, High Scholar Zao Wen Lin, shall lead the procession to kowtow and deliver his speech…”

“Long live, long live, long live the dynasty!” Without being completely sure of how much time has passed, these High Scholars shouted the same line over and over again.


…………

“Ah!” Pei Zi Yun roused himself awake and observed his surroundings. The sunlight had penetrated the windows and shone right onto him. What was a quiet and peaceful night had turned into a lively morning. 

Perched on the window was a sparrow chirping merrily.

Feeling somewhat disoriented, he only started to wake himself up after hearing some noise coming from downstairs. Massaging his forehead to feel better, he let out a smile, "Pei Zi Yun, you really are underestimating the heroes of this world.”

Zhang Zhi Gong took the academic field very seriously from a tender age. At the age of five he went under the tutelage of Zhang Shi Ci. He became an Elementary Scholar at sixteen, a High Scholar at nineteen and succeeded in the Grand Examinations at twenty five and became a Grand Scholar. He was chosen as an honorary member of Han Lin Academy due to his outstanding results. He assisted with the compilation of the emperor’s memoirs and was acknowledged by the emperor himself. Due to his success Zhang Zhi Gong rose further up the ranks and became the assistant of the Minister of Rites. However he made a mistake that implicated him and caused him his job. He died three years later from an illness back in his village.

This was just a simple passage of his story, yet it provided an immense breakthrough in energy and spirit. Although this extract was written back in his village, the Legacy contained a significant amount of literary knowledge, however it couldn't be absorbed easily. 

“Although the Plum Blossom was a fantastic weapon to own, my body isn’t strong enough. If I were to absorb a few more Legacies, I could have my entire consciousness wiped out instead.” Pei Zi Yun said to himself in a low voice. 

After returning to his hotel last night, he instructed the serving staff that nobody was to disturb him in his rest.

As soon as he entered his room, he placed the book under his pillow, he got used to it by now, and laid down on the pillow and fell into the dream.

This experience was vastly different from the previous due to the huge gain. Within the dream, he withstood the coldness of winter while studying next to the window. He learnt from his tutor, and achieved High Scholar status in his teens and went on to become a Grand Scholar a few years later. He remembered compiling laws for the emperor in the courts before returning to his village, heart cold with grief at that prospect.

When he finally woke up, it felt like ten years of winter and summer had passed and, confused, he didn't know who he was. It startled Pei Zi Yun as it happened even though he only slept for a short time.

“It’s a small to pay to gain all this knowledge!” Pei Zi Yun stood up. Although he was still in the prime of his youth, he had a very mature temperament that was hard to describe. He sighed, "The Plum Blossom can indeed acquire such amazing gifts. Lessons that people took ten exhausting years to learn, I can collect them all in a single dream. Although I only managed to absorb a tenth of Assistant Minister Zhang’s talents, I’m certain it’s enough for me to shine in the High Scholar Examinations.”

“It’s no wonder that after wasting so many years, the original owner was still able to enter the Dao Path and join a sect. And young master Xie was able to surpass his own limitations and become the first immortal to achieve True Sovereign status.”

Different thoughts and emotions rushed into his mind and stirred up within him. If he didn't let it out now, he would feel extremely uncomfortable. He thus prepared his ink and paper and started writing out an essay. As he wrote, he felt the intense pressure in his chest gradually lifting. When he was finally done, he took a look at the essay and let out a laugh.

When he had finished laughing, he dried his ink and picked up the essay he wrote and stood up, "It’s time to meet the Mentor.”

Walking out of the hotel, he faced a long street lined with shops. The sight that greeted him was a feast for the eyes. Pei Zi Yun started walking towards a book shop. Not only would the bookshop sell books, there would be ink and paper for sale as well. He bought some paper, an ink stone, ink and quill. These are referred to as, the “four treasures of literature”. Although the price he paid wasn't expensive, it wasn’t cheap either, it was just right for the occasion, his first visit with the Mentor. 

Although the Mentor was an upright and strict man, it didn't mean he was immovable. Should he reject such a simple gift, it would clearly mean that he was giving the impression of being upright to intentionally bring fame to himself.

Once he had chosen the items, he headed straight for the Mentor’s house. 

Slow River county, the Mentor’s house

The yard cannot be considered big, and there was a narrow corridor leading up to the main room. There were three rooms in the main wing, and another five rooms in the side wings.

As a rare chance for a break, the Mentor was engaged in conversation with someone. In reality, the Mentor had features that, combined, gave him a pleasant look. He kept his beard long and had a fierce expression on his face all the time. It was this expression that gave others the impression that he was cold and unapproachable. He was currently discussing poems. There was a plate of nuts on the table and a plate of chicken. The other person sitting at the table was the Dean of High Scholars. 

The Mentor was an official of the ninth rank, the Dean was unranked yet was a respectful High Scholar figure. They had known each other for a long time and were discussing poems and proses over some wine. 

They were currently discussing the qualities of the new batch of Elementary Scholars. Just as the topic landed on Pei Zi Yun, the Dean said, "His essays offer an extremely mature point of view, and his analysis is thorough and in-depth. Being able to pass the Prefecture Examinations isn't a fluke. Based on my opinion, his ranking could’ve been better.”

The Mentor stroked his beard, and looked at his old friend. The Mentor was capable of becoming a High Scholar, while most of these county teachers couldn't even reach Elementary Scholar rank themselves. It’s no wonder he agreed with his friend. Nodding his head he said, "What you’ve said is absolutely correct. His logic is irrefutable, and his ideas are very incisive. However he does have several critical flaws. Being able to pass this time, showed that the marking officials are afraid of letting talent go to waste, and thus decided not to throw his paper out.”

The Dean was shocked and asked, "Can you provide more details?”

“Apart from his rhetoric and demeanor, his style of literary writing seems to be severely lacking in some aspect and inclusive of a very pessimistic outlook. Since the establishment of the new dynasty, the officials are afraid of overlooking talents. With him writing this way, if it weren’t for the fact that the chief examiner was able to appreciate his work, it could’ve been thrown out by any other person.”

“Although he’s talented, the chances of him becoming a High Scholar is fairly slim." Said the Mentor.

The Dean was an old Elementary Scholar as well, taking a long time before finally reaching it. Hearing these words, he paused for some time, a shadow cast over his heart as he was somewhat dazed. He then smiled and said, "That is so!”

He then said, "Based on the last examination, his paper was marked as quality work. There had been rumors that the chief examiner even said he had the qualities of making High Scholar. However, his resentment towards life is evident in his essays, and it is somewhat taboo in the dynasty to hold that much grievances. Although, it could be attributed to the fact that he lost his father at a young age and grew up in poverty. However, he became an Elementary Scholar at such a young age. Hopefully as he matures, that resentment will wane.”

The Mentor took a sip of tea and said warmly, "Let’s hope that’s the case. Although a person’s innate character is hard to change…”

Before he could complete his sentence, his old servant spoke in a hushed tone. As soon as the Mentor heard him out, he smiled and said, "Speak of the devil. He is here. Let him in!”

It seemed like Pei Zi Yun has arrived a few minutes ago and knocked on the front door. The old servant answered and welcomed him in. As soon as Pei Zi Yun was led into the hall, he noticed two men seated across each other with plates of nuts and chicken, and a jug of wine.

“Junior pays his respect to the Mentor and the Dean.”

The Mentor said plainly, "Oh, so you have come.”

Seeing that Pei Zi Yun didn't come empty handed, his face turned grim, "You’ve come to pay a visit, but brought a gift. Please take it back.”

Pei Zi Yun blushed in shame but composed himself and said, "I’ve attained Elementary Scholar status, and I know that you are a teacher. In the past I was ignorant, and didn't pay a visit. Now that I am here, I wish to make up for that. It’s just the four treasures of every scholar. I beg the Mentor for forgiveness.”

Hearing what he had to say, the Mentor’s face sank as if he was about to teach him another lesson. The Dean however smiled, "This is common courtesy. It can’t be that you won’t even accept this student’s gift?”

The Mentor was also unable to refute what the Dean said. He muttered several words before saying, "The Spring Examinations are fast approaching, instead of studying at home you’re out gallivanting. Why is that?”

Although these words came across as harsh, Pei Zi Yun considered them and thought, 'He is indeed a scholar set in his ways.'

He then smiled, "This student had been studying these past few days. In fact, I’ve brought an essay for the Mentor to look at and provide some pointers”

He handed the essay over as soon as he spoke. The County Mentor received it and flipped through it wordlessly. When he got to the body of the essay, his expression changed. After sometime, he put it down and said, "This essay can do. I shall take a closer look tonight. Drop by a few days before the literary event. I will have some words for you.”

Pei Zi Yun’s heart skipped a beat as he agreed readily. Without another word, he stood up to leave.

As Pei Zi Yun made his exit, the Mentor shouted, "Fetch my old wine, I shall sample this essay with some good wine.”

The Dean was surprised and asked, "Why are you doing this?”

“Why don’t you try reading it!” The Mentor handed over the essay. Just as the Dean started reading he became shocked. His facial expression also changed as his hands quivered. “This is amazing.”

“That’s right. This student’s essays had elegant and well formed ideas, however there was always this impression that he was missing out on something important, and was very resentful. This was why I said it was hard for him to achieve High Scholar status.”

“But this particular essay is completely devoid of any negative energy. In fact, it’s brimming with grace, like a good wine, and it displays immense maturity. The ideas are well conceived and the words used are very accurate with a superb flow.” 

The Mentor was stroking his beard as he spoke, and even unknowingly plucked a few strands. 

Seeing the Mentor this way, the Dean also couldn't bear with it. Having such a talent was what he had hoped for his entire life. All these years of hardships, if only he could have had just a strand of the talent this student possessed. But alas, he didn't have any of these qualities. After reading the essay, his entire body was shaking, "There is no reason for this student to fail becoming a High Scholar. In just over a month he has improved leaps and bounds. Does he really have the heavens assisting him?”

As he spoke, tears rolled down the Dean’s face.

‘Could it be that the disparity between a genius and an average person is that vast?’

This High Scholar’s composition, really cannot be questioned by any average man.

In such a short span of time, there was a weird feeling in his chest, as though he had lost all will and was utterly disappointed and envious.

The Mentor glanced at the Dean, and understood his feelings as well. He waited for him to compose himself before saying, "Look, the words he used are the words used by Han Lin writers. Although, this particular method of writing often came across as boring, this essay showcased his sincerity and conscientiousness. There would be no examiner who wouldn't enjoy this essay.”

“I am certain this student can achieve High Scholar status and even become a Grand Scholar. He has such a deep grasp of literature!” The Mentor said, despite feeling conflicted. He took the wine that he had asked for and downed a cup in a single mouthful.

After the Dean saw his actions, he followed suit, choked a little, and started coughing. After he was done he forced a weak smile and asked, "Do you really think this student has the potential to become a Grand Scholar?”

“Old friend, you know this too. After I’ve become a High Scholar, I went to take the Grand Scholar Examinations three times and even then came back empty-handed. After the establishment of this dynasty, although I was a High Scholar in the previous dynasty, I decided to become an official and thus became a mentor in the county.”

“Although I failed in three examinations, I managed to grasp the skill of writing Grand Scholar’s essay writing. In the city there are several bookshops which sell books written by previous dynasties Grand Scholars as well.”

“Based on this current essay, his standards are almost there if not already there.” Even the Mentor was amazed by his essay and continued, "And he is only fifteen years old, yet is already at the crucial point of essay writing. This would really scare to death all the scholars in the world. Could it really be that the heavens are helping him?”

After saying this the Dean calmed down and nodded his head, "Ever since the establishment of the dynasty, the literary standards of all the students have taken a huge decline. This could be a good reason for the heavens to aid him, and help improve the standards of all scholars.”

“If he really becomes a High Scholar in this examination, his future will be as broad as the horizons.”

Both men agreed on this. Since the new dynasty has been established, there were many vacant imperial positions in court. It would be too easy to fill these spots for a talented individual. They remained silent in thought.


Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

Chapter 128 – The Golden Opportunity

July 5th, 182 A.D.

A strange letter arrived at the government hall in the middle of the morning assembly today. The writing in this letter was rough as if it was written without a proper ink and brush. 

"Ganling City is suffering from the bandit Zhang Yan and his mysterious boss. The previous governor and all his troops have been killed by Zhang Yan. The surrounding villages on the region outskirt were thoroughly plundered, and the city itself is about to become a ghost town."

"I'm sending this letter to ask Lord Zhang Jiao to dispatch a troop to assist the remaining citizens of Ganling. I've already sent several letters to the neighbor lords, but all of them ignores my plea. Please help us."

"Signed… Zhao Tian."

The official finished reading the letter and passed it toward Zhang Jiao. 

Hearing the name of Zhang Yan, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang gritted their teeth in resentment. Because of this man, thousands of good soldiers died or crippled in the battle of Anping. 

Tong shut his eyes tight to maintain his neutral emotion, but he failed to keep his killing intent from leaking out. He opened his eyes and looked at the messenger.

"The sender of this letter, is he still here?" Tong asked the messenger.
"Yes. He is resting at the guard infirmary depot."
"Huh? Why is he resting there? Aren't there messenger guest houses?"

Tong glanced at his radar map to see the location of the letter sender by instinct. As soon as he read the name of the person, Tong's sight locked onto the name with his eyes wide opened. 

"Reporting, the messenger's body is covered with fresh wounds. We afraid that he might die from blood loss, so we took them there for the emergency treatment."
"…Fair enough. Go tell the messenger that I will dispatch the troops to subjugate that bastard Zhang Yan."
"Yes, sir!" The messenger bowed and left.

Zhang Jiao and Lu Zhi stared at Tong after he declared that he would dispatch troops. This was a big move which Tong had not yet consulted with everyone. It was an inappropriate and reckless action.

"Son, we agreed that we have to talk to each other first before we act. Why?" Zhang Jiao reprimanded Tong.

"I have my reasons for this. I'm sorry, father."

"Then let's hear it. Let the others know it, too. You shouldn't keep it all to yourself all the time."

A wry smile appeared on Tong's face as he glanced at his radar map. In the infirmary depot, the name of the messenger shocked Tong to the point that he lost his rationality.

The name of the person was Zhao Yun!

He would become one of Liu Bei's Five Tiger General in the future! This person had too many achievements in the history that could not be described in a few pages. He was also one of the few generals in the turbulence time that died from old age. 

'I'd be a fool if I refuse the plea of Zhao Yun! To get him into my clan, even if I have to dive into a fire sea, it is still worth it!'

'I don't know why he faked his name in the letter. Does he not trust me?'

'It doesn't matter. For now, what kind of excuse am I going to tell everyone?'

'Fudge!'

Tong sighed while his brain processed to make up a random story. 

"Now that we have Lord Ding Yuan as our ally, we don't have to worry about the neighbor warlords. It's time for us to establish our reputation as a glorious righteous army. The plea of Ganling citizens coincides with our goals and Zhang Yan is also our sworn enemy. We should take this chance as our causes to go to war."

Lu Zhi stepped up to stop Tong. "But we still don't have the intelligence of the mysterious helper of Zhang Yan. Isn't it too rash?" 

"That's true. It's rash. It's stupid for many reasons. But because it is stupid, no lord dares to make a move against Zhang Yan. And that's our golden opportunity to make a name for ourselves. In order to raise a new dynasty, we need enough prestige. We need the trust of the people. We want our reputation to rock sky high. That's why we have to risk it! If we don't risk it now and Zhang Yan is defeated by somebody else, this golden opportunity won't appear ever again."

The face of Lu Zhi twitched the moment Tong had said, "In order to raise a new dynasty". 

"Have you made your mind, disciple? Are you going to rebel against the Han no matter what?"

The complexion of Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, Zhang Ji, and Zhang Xiu paled. It was their first time to hear that Tong was planning to rebel against the Han Dynasty. 

Ding Yuan, however, remained indifferent toward the declaration. He did not have faith in Liu Ping, so why he should bother serving him when he could gain semi-immortality by serving Tong instead. 

The "Illuminati" officials supported Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban in secret while Sima Fang wanted Tong to be the leader of the new flag. They did not care if Tong would bad-mouth the royalties or showed signs of rebellion against the Han Court. 

On the other hand, Zhang Jiao and his two brothers got excited. They were waiting for the right time to declare a rebellion. 

Lu Zhi squeezed his glabella as he was having a dilemma. He wanted the Han Dynasty to thrive, but Liu Ping was not a good candidate to be the next Emperor. But he did not want to rebel either. 

Seeing Lu Zhi's reaction, Tong gave him a bitter smile. He knew what his master was worrying about.

"Master, please don't take it to heart. The name of the dynasty is just a legacy name of the ancestors. From the viewpoint of the local farmers, they don't care who their Emperor is. They only care about their future and their family's stomach. What we should be worrying about is the people of the country. Without the commoners, there will be no noble. Without the citizens, there will be no king. In the end, whether we are nobles or the Emperor of a different dynasty, we are still public servants. We are here to serve the people in the end."

Lu Zhi opened his eyes and gave Tong an angry glare. But he took a deep breath and averted his gaze toward the windows with a sad smile.

"Please forgive us, master."
"Do what you want. But don't count me into it."

He knew and understood that the Han Dynasty was deteriorating and was collapsing from the inside which was the reason why he did not bother protesting Tong anymore.

Like a heart-broken elder, Lu Zhi slowly walked out of the assembly. 

He was a loyalist of the Han through and thorough. Lu Zhi was raised to worship the Han Empire and its predecessors. He was educated that he had to maintain the legacy of the ancestors. The attachment to the dynasty was so strong that he still could not get over the loss. 

Watching the back of his leaving mentor, Tong knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Zhi on the middle of the hall in silence while all officials were witnessing his actions. 

"I'm so sorry, master. I'm so sorry ancestors. In order to maintain our country, we have to change. The Han Dynasty is fated to die. We need a new proper organization and the system for the people. I'm sorry."

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn. Everyone watched Tong as if they understood his intention. 

Tong did not kowtow to just apologize to his master, he kowtowed to all the predecessors that upheld the legacy of the Han Empire to beg for their forgiveness. 

The sky outside was covered by black clouds as if heaven was listening to their conversation. A thunderbolt landed on top of the government hall, causing the brick on the roof to char black. The thunderous sound roared a second after the lightning bolt, which shocked the eardrums of everyone in the hall. 

Raindrops followed after the sound of thunder. It was not a light shower, but a heavy downpour. 

Lu Zhi, who almost stepped outside of the hall, gazed to the sky with a wry smile.

'Is the heaven crying or is the heaven stopping me from leaving?'
'Haiz, I'm getting superstitious. I don't care anymore. I want to go home and rest.'

Lu Zhi was about to step outside and bore the rain, another lightning bolt landed on the floor tile that Lu Zhi was about to step on. The thunder sound roared and echoed inside the hall again, which made everyone covered their ears in reflex. 

Getting stopped by the sudden lightning bolt and the point-blank thunderous sound, Lu Zhi stumbled two steps back and covered his eyes in dizziness. 

Tong rushed forward to help his master in a hurry. He was afraid that Lu Zhi might have been hit by the thunder. 

"Master! Are you ok?"

Lu Zhi shook his head. "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."

"Master, you shouldn't swear or make any promise recklessly. Didn't you see that the last lightning strike was clearly aiming for you? You must have sworn something like you'll get a lightning strike if yo-*PEOK*-oof!"

Lu Zhi gave Tong a hammer fist to the top of his head for the bad-mouthing which made everyone laughed. 

"I've never sworn in my life, you stupid disciple! The only time I swear will be now that I swear that I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Lu Zhi repeatedly hammered his fist on Tong in frustration. Despite the violence, everyone continued to laugh at Tong in a merry mood.

…

After giving Tong a few hammer fists, Lu Zhi's mood got better. The same happened with the weather outside as the rain subsided. 

Lu Zhi peered at Tong with the corner of his eyes and sighed.

'I guess the heaven wants me to support him. Well, fine then. Since my disciple dares to claim himself as an immortal, I'll be superstitious for once.'

"You'd better be a righteous Emperor, Tong. Or else, I won't forgive you." Lu Zhi muttered to himself before he walked out of the building to return home for the day.

Tong, a sinner who was suffering endless torment in hell because of his mistake he had done in his previous life, was giving other chance to redeem himself by the devil. 

All he had to do was participating in the redemption program, organized by the gods and the devils. He would be reincarnated as a random citizen of China during the end of the era of the East Han, and the prelude of the era of the Three Kingdoms. He would also retain his memory and a cheat skill that he designed for himself. 

Tong later found himself reincarnated as Zhang Tong, the son of the Yellow Turbans leader, Zhang Jiao. 

The problem didn't end with just the dilemma of the Yellow Turbans Army. It appeared that other than him, there were 99 others from the modern world that reincarnated into this timeline with him as well. 

This redemption program by the gods and devils didn't seem to be simple. There was definitely something fishy going on. 

Then the hidden agenda revealed itself to the reincarnators. Zhang Tong had to utilize everything by any means necessary to survive this ordeal.
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Warning: It's a story with deranged characters that MC and friends won't get a smooth sailing life forever like the other typical WN novels. 

Patience and high tolerance are required for this novel. Constant nerfs, plot twisted, and changes in the story are expected. 

All RoTK fans should also be warned. I don't follow the trends of historical events. All characters and their thought won't be like in the 14th-century novel RoTK or Dynasty Warrior.

Again, I don't sell 100% wet-dreams in this novel. I mixed nightmares in it.
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This series has ended. 
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Due to the copyrighted kinds of stuff, I changed my cover back to my first cover until I can get my hands on a better one.
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Chapter 1043 – Yanhuang Alliance Disbands

A series of System Notifications made the entire wilderness bustle with excitement.

"System Notification: Battle of Yashan has officially ended, the 36 Liangshan great men automatically enter the game progression."
 ...
Out of the Liangshan good men mentioned in Water Margin, only 36 of them truly existed. The remaining 72 were added in because of the needs of the novels.

Even so, the 36 Liangshan good men appeared in the wilderness, giving rise to a huge uproar. That was because each and every one was exceptional, which was why Gaia posted a System Notification.

Who knows how many of them would join Great Xia.

The notifications still did not stop. The last one was related to Ouyang Shuo.

"System Notification: Congratulations player Qiyue Wuyi for gathering the three heroes of later Song, specially awarded one King Rank summoning talisman and 100 thousand reputation points!" 
 ...
The moment the notification sounded out, Di Chen and the others nearly vomited blood.

"How can the game be played like this? Why does the old fox get all the good stuff?"

Di Chen felt really aggrieved. In the Battle Map, the Yanhuang Alliance had done a lot as well, so why did Ouyang Shuo get all the benefits

It was simply unfair.

If he wanted to blame something, he could only blame himself for lacking Ouyang Shuo's charm.

Ouyang Shuo felt delighted deep down. In one Battle of Yashan, he not only earned 150 thousand merit points, but he also got a chance to get six historical talents. It was a huge harvest. 
 ...
After arranging for Lu Xiufu and the others simply, Ouyang Shuo returned to his reading room and took out the two talismans.

Ouyang Shuo first tore open the King Rank summoning talisman that Gaia had rewarded him. A white light shone across, and a woman of absolute beauty appeared.

"I'm Li Shishi, greetings, my king!"

Ouyang Shuo was stunned, as he did not expect to summon such a special person.

Legends had it that Li Shishi was loved by Emperor Huizong of Song and favored by Song Dynasty famous poet Zhou Bangyan. Hence, one could see that her life story was really legendary, and her looks were exceptional.

Although Ouyang Shuo had already seen the four beauties, the first time he saw Li Shishi, he was still astonished. This was a type of beauty that was different from what Wang Zhaojun possessed.

Shanhai City also had brothels, but Ouyang Shuo did not plan to send her there. Compared to the brothel, there was a place more suitable for a girl with both looks and reputation.

That place was the Mountain and Sea Entertainment Holdings.

At the current date, the holdings had Wang Zhaojun, Diaochan, and other superstars. Li Shishi's addition would definitely stun and attract more men.

Of course, she would also bring in huge profits. After asking Tsing Yi to bring her away, Ouyang Shuo started to use the second summoning talisman.

"System Notification: Player Qiyue Wuqi is using a designated summoning talisman, please specify the person's name!"

Summoning Talisman (Song) could summon a pair of Song Dynasty officials. It had no rank restrictions. Naturally, the higher the rank, the better.

South Song had the Zhongxing four generals, Yuefei, Han Shizong, Zhang Jun, and Liu Guangshi. Out of the four of them, apart from Yuefei and Han Shizong, the other two were not much.

Between the two of them, Ouyang Shuo decided to choose the more famous Yuefei. Furthermore, with his arrival, his son, Yue Yun, would immediately come over, so it was worth it!

On the side of the civil servants, Wang Anshi was one of the top 10 ministers in history, so he would definitely be a God Rank talent. However, Ouyang Shuo did not like him. This idealist who wanted change did not suit the current Great Xia.

If he summoned Wang Anshi, it would only create problems for himself.

History proved that Wang Anshi's revolution was a total failure. Not only did he fail to save North Song, it also dragged the Song Dynasty down into a battle between factions.

Thinking about it, Ouyang Shuo decided to summon Ouyang Xiu. It was not that he had much contribution or great work. Rather, the part that Ouyang Shuo paid attention to was his influence.

He was the leader of the literary circle of the Song Dynasty, leading the North Song poetry revolution and developed on the ideals of the olden literature.

With such a person here, Great Xia would not need to worry about getting other literary people.

Apart from that, Ouyang Shuo had a huge batch of students who stood out from the rest. Amongst them included people such as Su Zhe, Su Shi, and Zeng Fan. There were also huge Confucianism believers like Zhang Zai and Cheng Hao.

Ouyang Xiu had many students, which included Han Qi, Siam Guang, Bao Zheng, and others. These people were all recommended and admired by him. Out of the eight houses of Tang and Song, the five people from Song came from his teachings.

Hence, summoning Ouyang Xiu was definitely a good choice.

"I select Ouyang Xiu and Yuefei!"

"System Notification: Selection fits the requirement, starting summoning!"

A white light shone across as Ouyang Xiu and Yuefei both appeared. They bowed, "Greetings, my king!"

Ouyang Shuo smiled and helped them up.

Ouyang Xiu looked very different from what the books described him as.

Although he was the leader of the literary circle, he was not handsome. Not only that, but he was even a little ugly. Not only was he really short sighted, but he had two bunny teeth, and his entire person was short and fat.

Ouyang Shuo naturally would not judge a book by its cover, giving him a lot of respect. Even Yuefei took the initiative to greet him when he saw Ouyang Xiu.

The Song Dynasty used civil servants to rule the generals, so Yuefei's actions were subconscious.

The Yuefei that appeared in the wilderness was close to 40, an active and filled with strength age. 

After getting them, Ouyang Shuo took a look at both of their stats.
 ...
Name: Ouyang Xiu (Emperor Rank)
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Identity: Great Xia civil servant
Occupation: civil servant
Loyalty:75
Command: 45
Force: 30
Intelligence: 85
Politics: 70
Specialty: Antiquity (raises attraction to literary people by 45%, raises dynasty literary standards by 30%)
Evaluation: His writing style mirrors his personality. He looks causal, but he is a really determined person on the inside.
 ...
Name: Yuefei (Emperor Rank)
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Identity: Great Xia general 
Occupation: special general
Loyalty: 75
Command: 88
Force: 85
Intelligence: 75
Politics: 60
Specialty: Loyalty to Country (raises troops attack strength by 30%, raises troops movement speed by 25%, raises troops morale by 30%)
Evaluation: Yuefei's fame came from all the victories he achieved in battle. Loyal to his ruler, he is brave and intelligent.
 ...
After sending away the two of them, the aftermath of the Battle of Yashan finally came to an end. As for their appointments, including that of the three heroes of later Song, it would have to wait until Ouyang Shuo discussed with the Cabinet.

The Battle of Yashan lasted for 20 days, when Ouyang Shuo returned to Shanhai City, it was the morning of the 21st day of the 5th month.

At 3 PM, a piece of news suddenly spread across the wilderness.

The moment the Battle of Yashan ended, Chun Shenjun's Pill Sun City, Xiong Ba's King City, Zhan Lang's Blood Red City, and Wannan and Ludong Province that were occupied by the Yanhuang Alliance were all merged into Handan City.

With that, Handan City that had just upgraded to Capital City jumped into a giant that owned six provinces.

Ouyang Shuo guessed that the moment Handan City had upgraded, Chun Shenjun and the others were already ready to merge. However, considering that they could bring more troops to the Battle Map, they delayed it.

Only at this point did the Plan Z of the Yanhuang Alliance surface. They wanted to rely on the upgrade of Handan City to form a super dynasty to go up against Great Xia.

This was totally possible.

Different from Great Xia occupying Nanjiang, the five provinces that merged into Handan City were all rich lands. Since history, they were the core areas of dynasties, and their importance was far greater than that of Nanjiang.

To put it bluntly, even in the Qing Dynasty, the Nanjing region was half a barbarian land.

Hence, although they could not compare with Great Xia in terms of land, they were equal in terms of strength and potential. They even exceeded Great Xia in some areas.

Di Chen had already smoothly applied for the country establishment mission. Once he completes that, a new dynasty would stand tall in the Zhongyuan region and become a giant in the wilderness.

Along with this merger, a shocking fact was placed in front of everyone. The Yanhuang Alliance that had lasted for four years had disbanded, becoming a part of history.

At this moment, the Chinese players were all at a loss.

Since the start of the game, the Shanhai Alliance and the Yanhuang Alliance had gone head to head. It had already become a common topic, and in just five years, the stalemate had been broken.

In five years, from thousands of Lords in the Chinese wilderness, only three remained.


In terms of territory, Great Xia, Handan City, and Fallen Phoenix City could barely be termed as a situation of tripartite confrontation. 


Earth Online – a virtual MMORPG that takes place in the future year of 2190 – a game that everyone will bet their futures on. Set in a map that is ten times the size of real-world Earth, players battle for supremacy in the first game to feature personal adventure, territory construction, and grand warfare. For every death you experience in the game, your level would drop back to zero. Ouyang Shuo, an above average player, suffered the ultimate betrayal. For merely a piece of equipment, his sworn brother betrayed and backstabbed him. This time, after he reincarnated in the game, Ouyang Shuo swore to exact vengeance.

However, in an unexpected turn of events, Ouyang Shuo found himself back five years before the betrayal – right before the launch of Earth Online. This time, armed with the knowledge from his past life, Ouyang Shuo would venture upon a new path.

How to perfectly complete quests? What historical battle maps would appear? How should one build up their territory? Utilizing the experience from the predecessors of his last life, Ouyang Shuo makes his bid for the top against all odds. Follow his journey as he seeks to lord over the world!

A different kind of tale that blends historical characters and virtual reality gaming, with heavy emphasis on kingdom building and warfare.

Master Yuanjing stared at the swimming fish in the pond in their yard and said to Han Yu with a mild expression, "As long as you are back."
Han Yu was not injured, but he was a bit down. "It's all my fault that I got you involved in this mess. It nearly ruined your whole life's reputation."
Master Yuajing couldn't stop laughing as he watched Han Yu bend his body to the ground. "Get up. I have never seen you this well-behaved."
Anxiety was eating Han Yu up. He had no idea what his Master exchanged for him to get him back from the barbarians in the Northern Borderline.
It wouldn't look good if someone intentionally made up a rumor that Master Yuanjing secretly snuck information to the Northern Borderline.
"Don't worry. The letter I wrote won't be used against me in the future. Why are you acting up so much?"
Han Ye felt a sense of relief after he heard that from his Master.
Master Yuanjing waved at him and said, "Come closer to me."
Han Yu followed his instruction and approached him. Master Yuanjing used his right hand to pinch Han Yu's cheek, which hurt his face.
After a while, Master Yuanjing gave him a complicated face, which could be taken as either happy or concerned. Han Yu was confused.
"Okay, you can go. Make sure to ask Zixiao to come to see me." Master Yuanjing stopped pinching him and turned around to feed the fish in the pond without giving Han Yu a second look.
Han Ye had never see his master act in such a way. Even though he felt uneasy about it, he still went to notify Wei Ci that Master Yuanjing wanted to see him.
"There is indeed something different," Wei Ci said to him the moment they met.
"What's different?" Han Ye was uncomfortable with Wei Ci staring at him.
"Nothing…" Wei Ci schooled his face and said, "Since master summoned me, I'd better not keep him waiting."
Wei Ci left Han Yu, who was still in a daze where he was standing. He couldn't help but sigh, but he truly felt better.
Han Yu was still pondering. What happened to them that they all acting so strange?
"There is nothing too odd in this world. The same person's face could change a lot in just a few days. It feels like my whole life is just a joke." Master Yuanjing sensed Wei Ci coming near and said to him, "Zixiao, do you think this incident is a blessing or a disaster?"
Wei Ci responded, "It is definitely a disaster for Dongqing instead of blessing. But it is the other way round for Han Yu."
Wei Ci found the death of the royal highness of Zhen Bei Marquis unexpected. He could imagine how serious the situation in the Dongqing Dynasty was going to be in the next couple of years after it was triggered. The chaotic world was coming a bit earlier than what he had expected.
Blessings always came with disasters. Dongqing Dynasty would be doomed, but Han Ye was in a good spot.
Wei Ci had left the Dongqing Dynasty early in his last life, but he kept contact with his classmates, which kept him in the loop.
Han Yu was born with the fate that his whole family would be eliminated. Judging from his face, he was not a guy with a good amount of blessings. He was a potential threat to his internal family. He was destined to be doomed by a woman and he would die young.
The fact was just like what his face was saying. When Han Yu was at his mid age, his wife's family started a rebellion, but they were suppressed. He wrote a confession when it was exposed and he committed suicide by swallowing a chunk of gold.
Wei Ci had some achievement at reading a person's face since he had become Master Yuanjing's apprentice. Naturally he sensed the differences on Han Yu's face.
Master Yuanjing grinned and said, "So it is true that Liu Xi is the one."
Wei Ci muttered confidently, "She is."
Master Yuanjing was delighted, but he had a complicated look on his face. "She is just like a fine jade that hasn't been polished. Even though she has the Liu County Chief there guiding her to the right path, the effect doesn't seem remarkable. She is still rather malicious and brutal. She won't become a bright emperor who leaves her name in history if she doesn't make a change."
Wei Ci kept quiet, but he wanted to tell Master Yuanjing that she hadn't been behaving as well as what he had seen.
She was not a bright emperor who would leave her name in history, and she never would be.
The historians gave her both positive and negative comments. Someone said that she was open-minded, but the rest smeared dirt on her and said she was a vicious emperor. It was debatable for those who said she was open-minded, but it was certainly true that she was never gentle.
Master Yuanjing leaned his head towards Wei Ci after what he had said and he was in deep thought. It was a bit inappropriate for a forty-year-old man and it would make people believe that he was playing cute. But it didn't seem weird on a guy who had a young heart and plenty of energy.
Wei Ci spoke to him in a gentle voice, "She is a piece of fine jade instead of a hard rock. No matter how hard you work on a rock, it will still just be a rock. It doesn't work the same way with fine jade, though."
He had no idea what had changed, but he had noticed the changes with Jiang Pengji.
Master Yuanjing gave him an amiable smile and he knocked Wei Ci on the head. "You speak one way and think another."
Wei Ci lowered his head and couldn't help but blush.
The news that Han Yu was out of danger quietly spread to the whole city, and every single person who was following up on the news received the message.
"I wonder what Master Yuanjing wrote in that letter that made the Northern Borderline surrender."
The injured Feng Jin had several pleasant days. He was a bit depressed about missing the evaluation, but he made some adjustments to his own mood.
When everyone was busy writing and reading books all night, he sipped on his fine drinks and played chess with Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji twitched her lips and said, "Those people from the Northern Borderline have no brain in their heads. It must have been something important enough to make them back off. Master Yuanjing basically slapped their faces hard but they couldn't complain."
Jiang Pengji basically never made a wrong judgment.
Feng Jin was curious and asked, "Then you take a guess about what he wrote."
"My guess? There are three possibilities. First, it was a scheme for conquering their cities and killing their troops and it was going to cut right at their Achilles heel. But no matter how brilliant the idea is, it has to have enough force to put it into operation. But Master Yuanjing could give them the idea of the scheme as a threat. He was just passing a message to them that said, 'I could slaughter you all with one idea. If Dongqing was not accountable, I could go for some other countries who were against you with this scheme.'"
Feng Jin found Jiang Pengji's impersonation of Master Yuanjing amusing. She mimicked him so accurately and he laughed so much that he almost forgot to breathe.
Jiang Pengji continued, "The second possibility is that it might be some confidential secret of the royal family of the Northern Borderline."
Feng Jing tried so hard to keep back his smile. He asked, "And the third one?"
He was well aware that Jiang Pengji was just talking nonsense, but she was saying it with a serious face, which made it funny.
"Well, about the third one… I have read a piece of history that says the three minorities in the Northern Borderline are the descendants of Qiangwu people in the former country and they were well known for their bravery and excellent combat skills. They were a bunch of valiant and ferocious people and they robbed, killed, and raped women during the Period of Sixteen Kingdoms. They ate women as food and caged the young girls for breeding and their population increased from less than 200,000 to more than 300,000,000."
Feng Jing paid extra attention to that. He had learned about that piece of history, but it seemed to be relevant to their topic.
Jiang Pengji took a sip of her tea to moisturize her lips and kept going, "The Qiangwu people had a large quantity of extraordinary, elite cavalry with rattan armor. Their rattan armor was made with a special process by the Qiangwu people themselves. It were more convenient than the regular armor and it was hard to break with any kind of weapon. This force with their rattan armor was a pain to deal with and it became the sharp weapon for the Qiangwu people to dominate the north. They even attempted to take the advantage of their rattan armor force to start a war with the mainland and rule the world. And during that time, they killed everything in their vision and no one was able to stop them."
Feng Jing thought it through and said, "I have heard about the rattan armor force before but I learned that the 500,000 rattan armor soldiers were all buried in Qichuan Plain." He might have been exaggerating it for the numbers, but it was for sure a big number.
It was the history of the end of The Period of Sixteen Kingdoms. 500,000 of the rattan armor soldiers went through half of the mainland, but they were burned to ashes. There were no survivors after a big fire was set by the first prime minister of Xi Dynasty.
Jiang Pengji flashed a smile at him. "If I was Master Yuanjing, I would only use one sentence in the letter: "Do you guys still remember the big fire on Qichuan Plain that buried your hope of mastering the mainland?"
Feng Jin froze after he heard this. Finally, he said, "Is it possible that the three minorities in the Northern Borderline rebuilt their rattan armor troop?"
Remembering the frightening scenes that were recorded by the historians made Feng Jin freak out a little.
The Northern Borderline was not some fancy place, but they had a great number of excellent quality horses and it wouldn't be hard for them to reform a special troop.
Dongqing Dynasty was mostly flat. If the rattan armor troop broke through the borderline and came into the middle of Dongqing Dynasty's territory, they would be formidable.
Jiang Pengji shook her head and tried to recall the soldiers from the Northern Borderline that she had seen. She found something different about their armor, but she couldn't find anything wrong with it. After that, she went through the book collection that Cheng Cheng had and she read that part of their history.
Jiang Pengji said, "The weakness of the rattan armor is too obvious, which basically ruined the Qiangwu People. And I don't believe that the three minorities of the Northern Borderline would be that stupid."
As a matter of fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observations, the new rattan armor that the Northern Borderline had invented seemed to be fireproof.
"If Master Yuanjing did that, he was just giving them a fair warning. It was like he was saying that they were still too young to play an IQ game with him."
Feng Jin spilled his tea all over. He really didn't mean that.


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

The Chu kingdom is the number 1 kingdom on the Qian Long continent. At the moment, the clan heads of Qin clan and the Shangguan clan among the 4 big clans are in a secluded small courtyard.

Qin De is sitting at a stone table with a calm expression on his face. Xu Yuan standing by his side is also waiting calmly.

"Ha-ha ... Brother Qin De. Long time no see." A white-haired old man walks to him in strides. This old man is unexpectedly wearing a pair of gold earrings. His eyes are very cold and sinister. However, at this moment they are full of enthusiasm.

Qin De stands up, points to one side and says smilingly: "Brother Shangguan, please sit down."

Shangguan Hong, the Chu kingdom's North Vanquishing Prince, controls the 2 Northern region counties. At the moment, there are 4 people in the courtyard including Qin De and Xu Yuan. The other 2 people are Shangguan Hong and his subordinate Zhuang Jun. However, outside the courtyard, a large number of experts are secretly guarding it.

"Brother Qin De, why do you look for an old man like me this time?" Only after slightly fixing his silver hair does Shangguan Hong sit down. Obviously he cares a lot about his own hair. His subordinate Zhuang Jun stands behind him.

Qin De says smilingly: "I'm not going to beat around the bush. Please help me. We'll seize the Chu kingdom together."

Shangguan Hong is startled. He did not think that Qin De would be so straightforward even though he has already guessed why Qin De secretly meets him this time. Shangguan Hong then bursts out laughing: "Brother Qin De, you shouldn't joke like this. This can cause you to lose your head. I can act as if I've never heard about this matter."

Qin De slowly shakes his head and says: "I ask you, you'll do it or not?"

Shangguan Hong, however, does not reply. Only after pondering for a long time does he raise his head and ask: "Even if we join forces, how much certainty will you have?"

"80 percent!" says Qin De indifferently.

But Shangguan Hong says laughingly: "Brother Qin De, don't fool me. That Mu clan has 600,000 troops. The 4 Western region counties have even more than that, 800,000 troops. They amount to 1,400,000 troops. My 2 Northern region counties only have 400,000 troops altogether and yours have no more than 600,000. So how can you be 80 percent certain?"

"I want to destroy the Xiang clan so I can only show 600,000 troops," says Qin De with a smile.

Shangguan Hong's eyes glitter: "Oh? It seems brother Qin De also has quite a lot of troops in secret. But the Xiang clan and the Mu clan have 1,400,000 troops together. How many troops do you have in secret that you dare to say you're 80 certain? Moreover, when your troops secretly increased, how could this have escaped the detection of the Xiang clan's intelligence service?" Shangguan Hong is obviously very unconvinced.

"I still have 200,000 troops in secret." Qin De says with a smile. "This brings the total amount to 800,000 troops. My Fierce Tiger Corps is only 50,000 strong but in terms of real offensive power it is equal to 200,000 to 300,000 troops."

Shangguan Hong's eyes brighten.

He certainly knows how formidable the Fierce Tiger Corps is. He calculates in his mind at once then says with a smile: "If we only talk about quality then your 3 Eastern region counties' army is the best. If you really have 200,000 troops in secret then we'll still have some hope. But according to what I know, 200,000 troops must be used to threaten the bandits in the Black Water mountain range. Otherwise, those bandits will wreak havoc on the 3 Eastern region counties and plunge your den into chaos."

Qin De says in a totally unconcerned manner: "You needn't worry about this. They're merely bandits. It's hard to exterminate them because the Black Water mountain range is so vast, but the thing is … the Black Water mountain range's bandits are no more than bandits. We only need to negotiate with them and give them some benefits, they will quiet down."

Qin De's eyes suddenly brighten: "So, my entire army can attack. You must know that my 3 Eastern region counties are next to the Wilderness and my army often trains here. Compared to the attack of the Wilderness's demonic beasts, the army of the 4 Western region counties, which hasn't fought a real battle for several decades to 100 years, means absolutely nothing."

Qin De is very confident.

Shangguan Hong nods his confirmation.

Indeed, among the armies of the 4 big clans, the 3 Eastern region counties' army is definitely the strongest in terms of fighting power. The reason for this is that the 3 Eastern region counties' army is based in the Immense Wilderness and often fights the Wilderness's ferocious beasts so its troops have really experienced bloodshed.

In contrast, the armies of the Xiang clan, the Mu clan and the Shangguan clan have never seen real action for several decades to 100 years.

Shangguan Hong keeps thinking nonstop. After a while he raises his head and says: "Then how am I going to benefit from this? How can you assure me that you won't destroy me after destroying the Xiang clan?"

Qin De smiles slightly: "Very simple, among the 4 Western region counties, the 2 counties next to the ocean in the North will go to you. Together with your 2 original counties, you'll have 4 counties in total. None of these 4 counties is separate from the rest and, moreover, the ocean is behind them. You'll have these 4 counties and have the ocean at your back, so you don't have to worry that I'll go back on my word. What do you think?"

"The 4 counties next to the ocean?" Shangguan Hong's eyes glitter. Obviously his interest has been aroused.

These 4 counties are linked together. If they all go to him, even if Qin De later wants to eliminate him, it will be a difficult thing to do. After all, when having the natural barrier which is the ocean at his back and holding the 4 counties in his hands, at least defending himself will not be a problem. Moreover, after the war, the Qin clan will probably not have enough power left to deal with him next either.

"Then if the Han dynasty takes advantage of this and attack, what can we do?" Shangguan Hong continues to ask.

Qin De stands up and says with a wave of a hand: "You don't have to be worry about this. The Han dynasty will definitely have no chance to interfere. As for the Ming dynasty, I believe that weak kind of dynasty which has only got attacked and has never dared to attack won't ask for much."

Shangguan Hong considers.

After a long time, he nods: "I promise you my support. But my 2 Northern region counties' troops definitely won't be the vanguard."

"Good, that settles it."

Qin De and Shangguan Hong slap each other's hands to pledge allegiance.

"Ha-ha …" Qin De and Shangguan Hong look at one another and burst out laughing. However, nobody knows what these 2 men are actually thinking. Must a pledge made by slapping hands definitely be fulfilled? On the Qian Long continent, no one believes in making a pledge by slapping hands.

...

The next day, in a manor, Shangguan Hong is sitting at an escritoire and writing fast. Zhuang Jun is standing respectfully on one side.

After a while, Shangguan Hong finishes writing. He reads everything carefully once and cannot help feeling satisfied.

"Humph, that idiot Qin De actually wants to rebel. He even wants to pull me into the water. Won't it be very good for me if I keep contentedly being North Vanquishing Prince? 4 counties are also very attractive, though. What a pity." Looking at the sheet of paper on the escritoire, Shangguan Hong cannot help bursting out laughing.

Zhuang Jin on one side says: "Your Highness, this Qin clan's offer is not bad. Moreover, it's sincere. Are you really not giving them a chance?"

Shangguan Hong turns his head and looks at Zhuang Jun. He then burst out laughing: "Zhuang Jun, we can't lose. Do you understand? Therefore we must put money on both sides. It doesn't matter if the Qin clan wins or the Xiang clan wins, we'll always benefit."

Zhuang Jun still does not understand.

Shangguan Hong gives a smile. Zhuang Jun is his most loyal subordinate and is also the number 2 man in the 2 Northern region counties. He has saved Shangguan Hong's life twice so Shangguan Hong naturally values him to the utmost.

"Zhuang Jun, I feel certain about this matter. You needn't worry. You can leave now." Shangguan Hong says with an indifferent smile.

"I take my leave." Zhuang Jun immediately leaves the room.

Shangguan Hong's face suddenly turns cold: "Deliver this letter to the Emperor." A black silhouette suddenly flashes by and the letter on Shangguan Hong's escritoire has already disappeared.

Shangguan Hong narrows his eyes and looks outside through the window. He thinks to himself: "Qin De, you simply can't imagine the relationship between my Shangguan clan and the Xiang clan. You can only blame your bad luck. Even if I don't help either side, how can your clan contend against the Xiang clan and the Mu clan? After the 3 Eastern region counties are exterminated, maybe I'll gain some benefits."

Shangguan Hong's thinking is so optimistic but will the Qin clan entrust its hope to him?

In a galaxy far away, there is a kid with an innate inability to practice internal techniques. In order to gain the respect of his father, he resolutely chooses to follow the more difficult and painful path of practicing external techniques. As the years go by, he grows up, but what really changes his life is a mysterious meteoric crystal stone — the Meteoric Tear. This stone fuses with the young man’s body unnoticed, and he seems to undergo drastic transformations as a result. After that, everything is changed. Eventually his father knows that the son for whom he hasn’t really shown a lot of consideration possesses astonishing abilities. And there’s a lot more to come.

Huang Xuan felt bad luck. He had caused a mess with a spring water bottle, and the girl before him had been the direct victim. He hadn’t recognized her, but now his smile had given him away.
Paulino was teaching the class passionately. Huang Xuan shrank his head and asked in English, “You are?”
“Galatea.” She smiled again. Her eyes and brows all turned into new moons.
With Rolin’s help, Huang Xuan responded quickly, “The Goddess of the calm seas?”
Galatea was the name a Greek sculptor gave to his best sculpture. Later, he fell in love with Galatea, but when Galatea woke up, she regarded the sculptor as her father. Many suitors fought for her or even for just one look at her. The kind Galatea cried so much that she became blind. She thought she didn’t deserve to have come to the world, so she jumped into the river one evening and killed herself. After her death, she was called “The Goddess of the calm seas”.
Rolin had explained the meaning of the name as plainly as he could. Huang Xuan thought that Rolin’s chatter had never been so useful as right now.
Galatea was surprised. In Greece, her name could be understood by many people, but now it was Brazil, and the teenager who was even younger than herself wasn’t even a westerner. 
At this moment, Paulino was teaching the Spanish wording structure. Huang Xuan said in a low voice,
 “We missed each other, and you decided to look beside,
“The blue eyes just passing by are looking at you,
“From the moment I saw you,
“The glimpse, the silence.”
Although the intonation was jerky, Galatea was smiling, showing her white teeth.
The Chinese writer Li Ao had once said that when a man saw a beautiful woman, all his body parts became soft except one. It was such a simple thought. Huang Xuan wasn’t a grown-up yet, but he thought he had become a man. Now the fact spoke louder.
“I am Huang Xuan,” the “man” introduced himself slowly in English.
“I understand Spanish.” Galatea seemed to have forgotten what had happened at the airport. “We can communicate in Spanish.”
Huang Xuan shrugged. Finally, he saw the importance of languages Rolin had been talking about, but he barely knew anything about Spanish. 
“I…” he squeezed out in English.
Then he shut up again. Galatea craned his neck, with her hair hanging down softly. 
“Rolin, can you help me learn foreign languages really fast?”
Rolin complimented Huang Xuan on his spirit. “There are no such ways. Even when the base reaches level 21, it will still need two months.”
That gave Huang Xuan something to expect in the future. He decided to give Galatea a good impression first. He looked at his phone, stood up and said, “Sorry.” Then he rushed out from the back door.
On his way home, he kept reminding Rolin, “Remember Galatea’s looks and then tell me her phone number.”
“No problem,” Rolin gave a pleasant answer.
Huang Xuan decided to work hard on foreign languages. It occurred to him that he didn’t even know where Galatea came from.
Huang Xuan wasn’t used to cutting school. He sat there, panting. He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind was in a mess. He just sat there, absent-minded, until dinner was ready.
“Rolin, should I write her a letter?” 
“To whom?”
“Galatea!” Huang Xuan pronounced that name smoothly.
“That will be a love letter,” Rolin said honestly. Huang Xuan’s face went pink. He mumbled something and started writing. Then came the problem. Since he had never written a love letter before, and he wasn’t good at writing, writing a love letter to a foreigner seemed beyond him.
“Hey, any good ideas?” He had to ask Rolin for help.
“What?” 
“The love letter. Do you know how to write one?”
“No,” Rolin said bluntly.
“I am hurt. I can’t believe you refused to help me when I need you so much,” Huang Xuan pretended to grieve.
Rolin didn’t fall for it but still offered his help: “I suggest you translate an ancient Chinese love poem.”
“Poem?” Poems were good. His father loved literature. Huang Xuan nodded his head in satisfaction. “But which one to translate?”
“An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River by Cao Zhi1,” Saying this, Rolin started translating it and displayed the Chinese and Greek versions to Huang Xuan by energy projection. Meanwhile, he read in a low voice,
“She has a thin neck and fair skin,
She doesn’t wear make-up and ties her hair up high,
Her eyebrows curve slightly,
Her lips are red and her teeth white, 
Her eyes are sparkling,
With dimples in her cheeks, she is so beautiful and elegant,
She speaks gently and charmingly…”
Although Huang Xuan had heard the story that Cao Zhi had been able to write a poem when he had been seven years old, he had never heard of An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River. He had spent most of his time fooling around with Liu Penggang.
Even though he didn’t get it, the poem moved Huang Xuan. Art was similar. Whoever could appreciate beauty could do art too.
Rolin was imitating Huang Xuan’s tone as he read the poem. Then he started to read the Greek Version of it, which had been translated beautifully in a classical style. It sounded uncertain, misty, and as peaceful as the moonlight.
Huang Xuan was lost for a minute. When Rolin finished reading, he asked, “Will she believe that I wrote it?”
“She doesn’t know you. As long as you possess this quality when you see her again, it is yours.”
Huang Xuan was encouraged, but he knew himself well. Not to mention writing a poem in Greek, he could barely write an article in Chinese. He couldn’t even finish a composition in months. He didn’t understand why Rolin had insisted on letting him learn foreign languages.
He spread his hands and said, “Fine, I will learn Greek from you, but I can stop it anytime.”
“OK,” Rolin agreed, as long as Huang Xuan was willing to take the first step.
“When shall we begin?”
“The upgrade of the base to level 21 will take about one week. Just wait.”
 
Note:
Cao Zhi (192-232), a poet and essayist of the Han Dynasty.


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Dejun, was a very traditional man especially when it came to his work. He always considered himself a traditional scholar and held himself to old traditional ideas. 

So when Jiang Cheng applied to Shanghai Drama Academy, although Jiang Dejun eventually nodded his agreement, he still held some reservations.

Jiang Dejun had always wanted Jiang Cheng to inherit his so-called traditional culture and ideas, so he always wanted him to become something along the lines of a literary major or a history major, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to choose the performing arts.

He had always held a biased opinion against actors and the entertainment industry and though acting was considered part of the arts he viewed it as something of lower rank. 

In the past, Jiang Cheng always wanted to prove to his father that even if he became an actor in the future, he wouldn't forget the culture, traditions, and ideas inherited from Chinese civilization and would instead strive to promote them.

The old Jiang Cheng thought of writing a book. He thought if he could write a book that could gain Jiang Dejun's admiration and respect, he would have no objections.

It was a pity that although he was very smart and held outstanding academic achievements since childhood, engaging in book publishing and editing work since childhood, his fondness of literature and writing alone wasn't enough when it actually came down to it.

Writing a book was very difficult.

After all, writing one wasn't just writing whatever came to mind but the long-term accumulation of skill and writing material.

Therefore, although the original Jiang Cheng always held such an idea it unfortunately never came to fruition.

But there was no such problem now. Jiang Cheng had a lifetime of memories and experiences. Not to mention Jiang Cheng himself was a screenwriter, a master of storytelling. In his memories there were a huge number of best-selling books, more than a decade's worth. 

However, considering his current age and identity, Jiang Cheng decided to plagiarize the future historical book: 'Stories About The Ming Dynasty' that would become popular in the south and the north.

In the past, when it came to history, the first thing people thought of was the rigid records of history textbooks. Rarely did anyone except those studying the subject deliberately consult those history books. It was because the books were truly unsightly!

Except for those without much choice or the truly enthusiastic no one else would be willing to troll through thick chunks of information filled with nothing but facts and dates. 

But the emergence of "Stories About The Ming Dynasty" had broken those previous conventions, letting people realize for the first time that history could be written like this.

Although it delivered the same information, the writing method used by the author was different. It was a kind of fresh brushwork full of vitality, the characters seemed like they were all about to jump out of the book.

With his pen, the historical figures were no longer rigid names you had to memorize for an exam but real people. As the Ming Dynasty experienced its ups and downs, you couldn't stop reading. 

True to the opening words of the book: [History should be fun to read]. The author did his best to make learning about the Ming Dynasty enjoyable.

As a screenwriter, Jiang Cheng knew that the success of a good book was one that allowed the reader to have a strong sense of substitution when reading it. If there was a sense of substitution, the reader would unconsciously fall into the world of the book and would read on not wanting to stop; on the contrary, if there was no sense of substitution, the reader would just place the book down and move on.

Undoubtedly, the previous rigid history books wouldn't give anyone a sense of substitution. 

Especially now so, as technology developed and people became less and less interested in researching the past and reading ancient texts. With less and less need in real life, there were fewer and fewer people who studied history.

"Stories About The Ming Dynasty" was different. The author Mingyue used humorous language to narrate those historical events like they were telling a story. The historical characters were given humanity and character, this made them feel more like humans with flesh and blood, people that had actually lived once upon a time. 

The reader discovered over time that the emperors and princes in history too were ordinary people, they too had joys and sorrows, as well as worries and fears. As if passing through space and time, the reader felt a strong resonance and those historical figures and historical events seemed to be within reach.

This book successfully increased interest in history. Showing that history wasn't something only for professors but something that everyone could touch.

Therefore, writing this book could not only cope with Jiang Dejun's complaints, but also indirectly ignite his fame, killing two birds with one stone, especially since he was most in need of fame now, why not?

Getting excited as he thought of his plan, Jiang Cheng immediately acted.

First of all, he found lots of books about the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was a thing of his previous life. Jiang Cheng's memory of the book was only an approximation, he only remembered the language style, as well as the overarching plot. 

Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to copy Mingyue word for word, it would only be a loose frame, he wanted to write something that was his own.

Fortunately, his father had a plethora of history books if nothing else.

After selecting a couple of relevant ones, Jiang Cheng turned on the desktop again and opened up Word.

The first input was a huge title- [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]

Then the famous sentence under the title: [History should be fun to read] 

The title of the first chapter "Emperor Hongwu" followed and as the story of the legendary emperor Zhu Zhongba slowly unfolded, the book also began to take shape little by little....

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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