Chu Feng traveled to the world of martial arts and became the seventh prince of the Daxuan Dynasty.

Because he had no background, he was exiled to the northern fortress. Many years later, he trained an army of 100,000 lions and wolves, resisted 200,000 elite troops of the enemy country, captured the enemy empress alive, and became famous throughout the world.

Unexpectedly, an imperial edict promoted Chu Feng to Prince Sanzhu, recalled him to the capital, and re-involved him in the fight for the throne.

Originally Chu Feng thought that this was a journey of certain death, but the god-level sign-in system awakened!

[Ding! The host has successfully signed in at Beimo City and is rewarded with Grandmaster Realm cultivation!]

[Ding! The host has successfully signed in at Ancient Sword City and is rewarded with the Formless Sword Body!]

[Ding! The host has successfully signed in at the Ancient Sword Sect's Sutra Library, and is rewarded with the ability to read ten lines at a glance, and incredible comprehension!]

……………

When he returned to the capital, everyone thought that Chu Feng's goal was the supreme ruler. However, Chu Feng drew his sword to the sky, broke the shackles of heaven and earth, and walked out of this captive prison...

A simple life—legendary swordsman, Knight of the Round Table, Lord of Camelot, Davian Slyrik.

Morgan: If I can’t have it, no one can.

Artoria: When the road has reached its end, Davian… I will avenge you.

Mordred: If I can’t take Britain from your hands… then let it burn!

Davian: Tatakai! Ichimo tatakai! (Fight! Always fight!)

As the blood of Red Grass soaked the veins of Blackfyre's sword, and Daemon Blackfyre's roar was cut short by a poisoned arrow—the rebel who had sparked the division of the Seven Kingdoms had actually opened his eyes a century earlier on Dragonstone.

In 97 AC, true dragons still circled the skies, the fuse of the Dance of the Dragons had yet to be lit, and he became a vague footnote in the Targaryen family tree—"the orphan of Prince Aemon, mother unknown."

The black dragonmark on his shoulder burned like a charcoal, resonating with the roar of the Glutton from the depths of the dragon's lair. The "ancestors" before him were as vivid as blades: Rhaenys the Sleepless Queen's violet eyes concealed undimmed ambition, Daemon Targaryen's "Wandering Prince" blade reflected the arrogance of youth, and Jaehaerys's "Mature King" cough carried the weight of the Iron Throne.

He had once been the "Black Dragon" who overthrew the Targaryens, but now he rode the fiercest wild dragon, the Glutton, and danced the skies with his great-grandfather of the same name. As the afterimage of the Blackfyre Sword intertwined with the dragon flames of the Glutton over King's Landing, he finally understood: his destiny, spanning centuries, had never been to retrace the bloody path of rebellion—

but rather, on the eve of the Dance of the Dragons, before all tragedy was written, to ask those ancestors who shared his blood:

The glory you bear in the name of "blood and fire," will it burn as a torch of redemption or a wildfire of destruction?

The ashes of the Red Grasslands fell into the sulfurous mist of Dragonstone. A black dragon from the future, with its rebellious claws, was prying at the most fragile link of the Targaryen dynasty.

An unexpected event caused Garlon to travel back in time and become the only son of Galbert Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte in the North. Just before Ned Stark's departure south, Garlon decided to propose to Sansa Stark for the sake of his family's fate. Years later, as Garlon Glover sat atop the Iron Throne, overlooking the Seven Kingdoms, he would often recall the night he duelled with Joffrey for Sansa's hand.

When Robin awoke, he found himself witnessing the dawn of a new era in history.

The age of the gods had ended—now, the multitudes had slain the divine, and bloodlines had taken the place of divine blessings.

The people of the Abyss call him the Demonic Sword that lures mortals into corruption.

The Azure Progeny revere him as the Heavenly Sage who bestows glory.

The Forest Witches claim he is the Great Sin that will bring the world to ruin.

The Hall of Spirits declares he is the living Record of the Supreme Bloodline.

Time passed. Empires rose and fell.

And when someone once again unearthed him from a pile of scrap metal—

Listen.

The gears of fate had begun to turn once more.

Traveling through fictional history, Ning Que secretly helps his wife Lin Xianhong to become a world-famous female doctor. Unexpectedly, in order to save Bai Yueguang, she cruelly uses her unborn child as a medicine.

If you can’t keep a woman warm, then divorce her!

Ning Que turned around gracefully and threw down the divorce letter!

He inherited the title of king and recruited his old subordinates. Internally, he reformed the government to benefit the people; externally, he conquered the south and the north to unify China.

He put on a yellow robe and looked down upon others.

Lin Xianhong: I was wrong, I know I was wrong!

Ning Que sneered: You don’t know you are wrong, you know you are going to die!

[Single female lead + slow pace + the author is writing a fairy tale for the first time, still trying...]

Three thousand piles of yellow earth and white bones, the sword light is like a shadow and the moon is like wine.

The spring breeze cuts off all the affairs of the world, and wonders if the peach blossoms are willing to grow old?

In the 547th year of the Yong'an calendar, a dark night snow fell in Kuhai County, a county town on the southern border of Qi State. Wen Chaosheng found a seriously injured and dying lame woman in a dilapidated temple outside the county. He thought she was just a refugee in distress, but he never thought that the woman was involved in a huge secret...

Several years later, in front of the Chantian Palace, a young man was standing facing the moon with a sword in his hand. Behind him, the ground was littered with corpses and blood was flowing like a river.

"My name is Wen Chaosheng. This time I draw my sword to seek justice from Heaven!"

…

It was a bad game. You and I are not doomed. If Heaven does not respond, man will!

"Look at the three thousand worlds beyond the heavens. Where is my destination, and where is it not?"

Unconcerned with romantic desires, nor seeking transcendence and immortality, from the moment Zhao Yu wielded her sword, she sought to traverse this untraveled path, her own path.

A cultivation story from the perspective of a female protagonist, no CP, slow-paced, with a constant flow of upgrades.

Su Hao woke up to find himself as an apprentice blacksmith in a small town. In an era of chaos, with demons running rampant and lacking money, power, and security, he was seemingly ordinary. However, he discovered that the skills and martial arts he possessed could infinitely increase his [aptitude] and [comprehension] as long as he broke through the realms!

[Talented Jade] , [Gifted] , [Genius of the Age] , [Once in a Century] , [Born Sage] , [Chosen One] !

[Iron Shirt] : Copper skin and iron bones, ribbed plates and coiled tendons, indestructible like Vajra!

[Embracing the Elixir Technique] : Cultivating Qi to build a foundation, forming a golden core and reaching the Yuanyin stage, transforming to withstand heavenly tribulations!

[Breathing Technique] : Qi and blood are like a strong force, swallowing wind and exhaling mist, and the energy reaches the sky!

Su Hao is becoming more and more powerful. He can learn any martial arts once he has learned them, become proficient once he has practiced them, and can even innovate and transform himself completely, becoming extraordinary. Su Hao is very curious about where his limit is.

Su Hao, who came from a humble background, faced this cruel world of demons and chaos. In order to protect himself and seek transcendence, he had no choice but to embark on a path of becoming a saint through martial arts and to become an invincible force who could suppress all eternity!

The author seriously named cancer + brief introduction cancer, please read more chapters for details)

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