Chen Xi stared at the soldier who had just hurled a boulder weighing several hundred kilograms, speechless as he gazed up at the heavens. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty?

Lü Bu single-handedly cut through an army of ten thousand men—since when was that scientifically possible?

Zhao Zilong was truly possessed by a dragon’s spirit, cleaving a mountain with one swing of his sword. How is this human?!

Dian Wei shielded Cao Cao alone as they fought their way out of the enemy camp, slaughtering thousands of infantry and cavalry along the way. Since when was combat prowess this broken?

"Something’s seriously wrong here," Chen Xi muttered. He casually picked up a goose-feather fan and gave it a light wave—only for fierce gales to erupt instantly. Sighing, he resigned himself to the truth: "This has to be mythology. Heck, I’m not even normal anymore."

“Lady, your husband has fallen ill! It’s lovesickness and he’s terminally ill, it’s a disease with no cure. Please save him!”

“Someone come here and help him, your Lord has fallen sick, bring the silver needles!”

“Silver needles won’t work, only you can cure me my dear, your husband is lying in bed already.”

She was a ruthless doctor, after transmigrating into the body of a extreme waste, she endured and strived for an ambitious future,

“Out of the thousands of lives that were missing, the one thing she did not lack was a man!”

He was the black-bellied Emperor, an indifferent smile on his face, but hid the ruthlessness in his heart. He pinched off her peach blossoms one by one while he slowly untied his belt:

“Your husband alone makes up for ten of them, you’re welcome to personally inspect the goods!”