Sky-Scraping Tower

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years.
The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court.
Upon waking,
Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night,
saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha,
and,
the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze.
...
...
He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage.
The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start.
Golden finger?
Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life!
"If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night."
"........"
"Father, save me!"

Let Me Explain, Fairy

"Sister Qingmo has always been cultivating,"


As the words fell, the sun-drenched, elegant pavilion became quiet for a moment.


Xu Yuan was slightly startled but soon felt that his question was somewhat superfluous and laughed softly,


"That's right. With her character, she would only cultivate during such free time."


Xu Xinyao smiled lightly upon hearing this, glanced in the direction of the chamber assigned to Ran Qingmo by the Prime Minister's Mansion, and said with a chuckle,


"Oh right, Sister Qingmo also said she owes you another favor."


Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow; he remembered he still had a favor from the Big Ice Lump unused. Why did he owe another one now:


Xu Xinyao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said softly,


"Sister Qingmo probably feels that it's a bit much to be using our mansion's Source Crystals for cultivation for so many days."


A hint of puzzlement flashed across Xu Yuan's eyes, but he quickly smoothed out his brow.


Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Dead