Platonic Formula

As soon as Zhao Huai opened his eyes, he realized that he had become the last crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. However, he wasn't excited about it because the Great Yan Dynasty had already perished. In the current world, the New Dynasty reigned supreme. He had fled south and settled down, becoming a small pawnshop owner. From being the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty to an unknown pawnshop owner, the only thing Zhao Huai could rely on was a golden copper coin he received when he first transmigrated here. By flipping the coin, he could receive instructions in his mind, know the outcome of things, and predict the fortune and misfortune he would face. 
In front of you is a mysterious ring. Do you accept it? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You accept the ring and obtain the destiny of "Good Fortune." In front of you is a marriage proposal. Do you agree to marry her? The instruction you receive is "misfortune." You choose to marry her and obtain the destiny of "Divine Insight." In the chaos caused by demons and monsters in the Central State, you have achieved great cultivation. Do you want to emerge from seclusion? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You defeat the demon lord with a single sword, shaking the world, and obtain the destiny of "Sword Saint."
As the New Dynasty was established, its foundation was unstable. Demons and monsters caused disturbances, and people's hearts were unsettled. The world was filled with countless bones, and small countries were on the brink of collapse. Foreign tribes on the border were watching closely. Even in this prosperous era, there were countless plagues. This was a world where cultivation was revered, and Zhao Huai knew that only by becoming an immortal could he protect himself. While the former officials of the Great Yan Dynasty were searching everywhere for the heir of the former dynasty, attempting to restore the nation and continue the imperial legacy of the Great Yan Empire, Zhao Huai said, "Restoring the nation? It'll not be too late for me to do that after I become an immortal."

Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Zhao Huai rode his sword along the way, looking down at the mountains and rivers.


The journey was desolate, with few people in sight. Most houses he passed were empty, and the surrounding trees sparse. This all began with a famine, causing the common people to flee south for refuge.


Famine was a great disaster in ancient times, and if not handled properly, it would greatly damage a country's national fortune.


The trip from Jinzhou to the capital city was long, and when Zhao Huai arrived, it was already dark.


He could vaguely see the lights of the capital city. Perhaps only under the emperor's feet would one witness such a scene.


Zhao Huai arrived at the city gate, where he was stopped by imperial guards on both sides.


"No one is allowed to enter the city during curfew."


Zhao Huai nodded lightly and then took out a human skin mask from his black ring, slowly putting it on.


Chapter 3: Going to the Gathering Alone with a Single Sword, Entering the Capital by Oneself (Seeking First Subscription!)