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

"Third Brother... why did you hit me?" 


Xu Yuan gave a light snort, not bothering with her, scooped water to continue stooping to clean his long hair, and quietly asked: 


The warm sun shined on the snowy ground, the reflection somewhat dazzling. 


Pursing her lips, Xu Xinyao shifted her gaze away from her third brother's bare torso, stepped forward with a soft voice, and said: 


"Father wants you to stay in the inner courtyard today, the Emperor might visit the mansion." 


Just as Xu Yuan scooped a spoonful of clean water, his movement paused slightly. Bowing his head, he watched the water drip down from his hair onto the snow; he fell silent for a moment, then chuckled: 


Xu Xinyao's political acumen was not high, but even she could understand such an obvious matter. Approaching Xu Yuan, she said softly: 


Chapter 527: Early Morning on the First Day of Qing _2