Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

Residence areas for Inner Sect Disciples of the Wanxiang Sect were situated atop various peaks, gathered together.


Among them, on one of the peaks where disciples resided, Lin Qian stood at the entrance of a flying corridor, silently waiting for something.


Before long, Lei Qian led over a frail Inner Sect Disciple and approached Lin Qian.


After arriving in front of him, Lin Qian carefully sized up this frail disciple.


The disciple's aura was not very strong, but he exuded shrewdness.


"Skinny Monkey Yuan Xiaoling, he's known as the most well-informed among the inner disciples. Asking him will surely be right," Lei Qian explained, pointing at the frail disciple to Lin Qian.


The frail Yuan Xiaoling bowed to Lin Qian with a grin, "Hehe, Young Emperor Lin Qian, it's been two years since we last met, and you appear even more distinguished."


"Have you met me before?" Lin Qian asked curiously upon hearing Yuan Xiaoling's words.


Chapter 117 Handcuffed Hands