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Transmigrating into a mere government office clerk in the Great Wu Dynasty, Su Mo only wanted a stable bureaucratic position to idle away his life.

Until one day, Su Mo discovered a yellow exclamation mark hovering above the head of the female Jinyiwei centurion—a woman known for killing without blinking! In her hand was a book capable of summoning flying swords to kill invisibly!

Su Mo could click the exclamation mark above her head, complete tasks, and reap rewards—promotions, immortal cultivation techniques, magical artifacts!

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The Empress: "Who claims Su Mo rose through ranks by relying on women? Step forward and say it boldly! I bear no grudges!"

Ning Guogong, a revered minister of three dynasties, stepped forth and declared in a resonant voice: "Your Majesty, this subject guarantees that Minister Su entered the Grand Secretariat before thirty by merit alone!

"It absolutely has nothing to do with Commander Lin Moyin of the Jinyiwei, Commander Nangong Sheyue of the Fengming Bureau, Left Vice Minister Chi Wulei of the Ministry of Personnel, or any others!"

The entire court of civil and military officials: "We concur!"

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The path of cultivation is long and arduous. In the past, Yan Quan was a staunch believer in the supremacy of strength. His heart was solely devoted to cultivation, never wasting time on emotions.

He ruthlessly cast aside those fairies who foolishly fell for him, using every means to improve his power. All he wanted was to attain enlightenment and become the strongest under the heavens—so he’d never again suffer the kind of humiliation he experienced as a child.

But after he unexpectedly lost all his cultivation, things started going very wrong. The once-abandoned, stunningly beautiful fairies had now grown terrifyingly powerful.

When he ran into them again—or rather, when they caught him—he no longer had a choice but to talk feelings…

“I was wrong before. Now, I just want to live a peaceful life as a mortal!”

(Secretly trying to restore his cultivation…)

The fairies: “Hehehe… a mortal? Oh, we’ll let you experience it to the fullest!”

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.