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

"What was that...?" Sylphia whispered, eyes fixed on the arena.

Her voice was soft, almost lost in the air, but her mother heard it effortlessly.

"How... did she end up there? Thalos had the advantage. And that moment when... she just touched him with her fingers? And he just... collapsed?"

Veynessa was silent for a moment. Her gaze focused, calm.

"I wish I knew," she finally said. "It's not a technique from our bloodline. It doesn't come from any of our ancestors, nor was it passed down through the royal family."

Sylphia stared at her in disbelief.

"Not even me," the queen replied. "Calista has never shared the details of her cultivation. And she shouldn't. No one who understands their worth reveals the secrets of their technique. Only a fool would tell the world how their style works and give enemies time to prepare a counter. Everything we know is speculation. And that last move..."

So this time, no warm-up?