MerQu

In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.

"I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse."

But this lineage is not dead yet.

"He" is still here.
A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.
The only reason this kingdom still stands.

And me?

If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.
But in this new world, can I survive - as a man trapped in a woman’s body - where only strength determines your worth?

Shadow Over the Heavenly Throne

Inside a dark chamber thick with incense and cold air, Vaelin sat with one leg thrown over the other, clearly irritated.

"Seriously? You cut the transmission? Right when things were finally getting interesting?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, a disbelieving smirk tugging at his lips. "That new guy... the one who showed up. Things were just starting to heat up."

The masked man didn't reply immediately. Steam curled from the teacup in his hand as he rotated it slowly, as if weighing each word before it left his mouth.

"If the transmission had continued, he might have traced it. And I'm guessing you don't want him paying us a visit first."

"And who exactly was he supposed to be?" Vaelin muttered. "That so-called 'new guy'?"

The masked man looked up from his tea.

Vaelin scoffed, then let out a short laugh, as if he'd just heard a bad joke.

"Oh sure. And next you'll tell me a dragon's sleeping beneath our feet."

What do you think is the most powerful weapon in this world?