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

Aboard the warship, within the most splendid room at the heart of the upper structure, Ye Xin and the others from the Divine Sword Sect were present.


In front of her, dozens of literary scholars were kneeling on both knees, apologizing to Ye Xin.


Ye Xin hurriedly stepped forward, extending her hand to help the scholars up, "Oh, there's no need for this, it was just that you didn't see me in the beginning, it's okay."


"Even if her majesty forgives us, we cannot forgive ourselves for the previous fault," the leading scholar, who was in charge of controlling the warship, said reproachfully.


Seeing this scene, Ye Xin couldn't help but feel a headache coming on; the scholars in front of her kneeled without rising, relentlessly repenting for their previous offense, with no persuasion seeming to be of use.


At the same time, the woman Sword Saint, Mei Yuexia, and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect watched curiously at everything unfolding before their eyes.


Chapter 137 Observing Words and Expressions