Summer fades into autumn.

Lu Chen transmigrated to the Great Sum Dynasty, becoming the Ninth Prince of the dynasty.
Unlike the transmigrators in novels, Lu Chen didn't have extensive engineering knowledge, nor did he remember much classical poetry.
In order to avoid getting involved in the succession struggle, Lu Chen could only lie low, planning to enjoy a quiet life of splendor and wealth.
Due to his mother's status, Lu Chen was eventually granted a marriage by the Emperor and was assigned to be Prince over a bitterly cold territory in the north.
Just when Lu Chen thought he was going to decay in such a manner for the rest of his life, he activated a system on his wedding night.
As long as he sired a heir, Lu Chen would be able to receive rewards and even enhance his own power.
Years later.
Lu Chen marched into the capital with a million-strong army to support the Emperor, and everyone was dumbfounded.
"Wasn't this guy a useless Prince? Where did he get a million-strong army from!"
"What's happening, how could he possibly be a Grandmaster?"
"Turns out the Ninth Prince's decadence was all an act!"
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Having children earns benefit, start competing for dominance in the world by marrying a wife

Seeing these flying leaves, Lu Chen was unimpressed.


Just as the leaves were about to touch Lu Chen's body, the surrounding space-time suddenly paused, and the leaves all hung in mid-air.


A moment later, the leaves wilted down, fluttering through the sky before slowly falling to the ground.


Seeing this, Eternally Mysterious Taoist's face darkened.


He hadn't expected Lu Chen to block his attack so easily; he hadn't even seen how Lu Chen made his move.


No, to be precise, Lu Chen didn't make a move at all!


For a moment, Eternally Mysterious Taoist felt a strong sense of crisis.


At this moment, the forest suddenly became eerily quiet, so quiet that it seemed one could hear their own heartbeat.


Just then, Eternally Mysterious Taoist suddenly made a move again. Countless flying leaves merged into one, and a tangible current of air echoed around his body, swirling the leaves into more than a dozen tornadoes.


Chapter 368: Used Less Than 10% of Strength_1