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

As the words fell, under the endless moonlight, the battle officially began.


Xu Yuan turned into a lingering shadow dashing through the rice paddies, his Willow Ghost Blade in his hand dragging a ten-meter-long blood-red streamer into the soil, and as he flicked the blade upwards, not a single gleam of sword light followed, instead, willow sprouts broke through the soil.


In just a few breaths, the sprouts grew into a vast and eerie forest of Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willows stretching across the boundless rice fields.


The grotesque withered willow trees interlinked their branches, forming a massive curtain that concealed Xu Yuan's figure, blocking O'Reilly's line of sight.


O'Reilly was a woman so clever she was almost demon-like.


And combat, such as this, was not merely about fighting and killing; it was a competition between the intelligence and talents of both parties.


Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety-Two: Phase Two