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

Li Junqing's words carried an arrogance that seemed to infuriate the princess from across the seas.


O'Reilly's azure eyes narrowed almost into slits, shooting out strands of cold light, yet her speech remained nonchalant:


"I had thought that Third Prince Your Highness would be different from the others within Great Yan, but now it seems I was mistaken."


"The respect an envoy can receive is derived from the imperial backing behind you."


Li Junqing chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing:


"Princess of the Xi'en Kingdom, let me tell you a story—oh no, this isn't a story, it's a fact that took place just last year."


"Please do tell, Your Highness. I am listening."


Li Junqing gestured leisurely as if lifting a wine glass, using the light of the Inscription Lamp to gently sway his hand, causing ripples to spread across the light green tea:


Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Three: Borrowing Troops