The Great Xia Kingdom, a Nine-Rank Empire, has been reeling ever since its crushing defeat at the hands of the Qing Song Nation five years ago on the Three Realms Mountain. The humiliating loss forced them to accept a series of unequal treaties, leading to constant criticism and discontent within the court and among the people for the past five years.

From the highest officials to the common people, the only person they curse is Fang Chen, the eldest son of the General's Mansion!

Five years ago, Fang Chen, at the young age of eighteen, led an army as the strongest warrior in the state of Daxia. He was adept at strategy and fierce in battle. Since his debut, he had never been defeated and was revered by the people of Daxia as the God of War.

But in this battle, Fang Chen's 800,000 army lost a full 600,000! Even he, as the marshal, was blinded and his Qi Sea shattered, becoming a useless cripple from then on.

In the magnificent General's Mansion, a young man stood silently gazing at the sky. His nose was high and proud, his brows sharp like sword blades. Even in this silent stillness, he emanated a faint aura of elegance that was difficult to fathom.

But he couldn't actually see anything, his eyes were a strange gray-white, almost completely devoid of pupils.

Five years ago, he led his army against the first wolf marshal of Qingsong Nation. They should have won easily, but because Qingsong Nation invited a powerful expert from the Eighth Rank Country to secretly attack, the situation was completely reversed!

He was defeated, his qi sea shattered, reduced to a cripple.

As he lay dying, grievously wounded, he seemed to see amidst the celestial blaze above, a fairy goddess gazing down upon the mortal realm. He looked at the fairy, and she looked back at him. Then, dazzling divine light engulfed him, and afterward, he became blind.

The first wolf marshal didn't kill him, but chose to let him go.

He vaguely remembered the words the first Alpha had spoken to him as he left.

"When you return to Daxia, you will know what it means to be worse than dead. Keeping you alive is actually the worst torment imaginable."

As expected, over the past five years he has endured all sorts of insults and abuse. Those who once vied to befriend him now shun him like a viper.

"Second sister, you're eighteen this year, aren't you? You're of marriageable age, and yet you still tease your older brother?"

Fangchen suddenly spoke.

Not far away, Fang Zixue, who was tiptoeing and still ten steps away from Fang Chen, suddenly turned unhappy. "Big brother, why can you always find me? My cultivation has reached the second realm of human profound Qi!"

Human Xuan has four realms: Condensing Qi, Qi Gathering, Refining Qi, and Dan Qi.

In the Great Xia Kingdom, a realm where Qi mastery is becoming rare, to be considered a top-tier expert is already quite remarkable. As for someone who possesses Qi of this caliber, they are akin to founding a school or lineage, an unparalleled force.

Once upon a time, Fang Chen possessed extraordinary talent. At the young age of eighteen, he broke through the bottleneck and advanced to the Dan Qi realm, becoming the only Dan Qi master in Daxia Country!

"What can I do for you?"

Fang Chen said softly.

"Brother, the emperor has arranged a marriage for you..."

Fang Zhixue's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"An arranged marriage? How could the Emperor bestow a marriage upon me, a wastrel like myself? Which noble family's daughter would even look at me?"

Fāng Chén chuckled lightly and said, "What's the trick here?"

"The emperor wants you to marry into the Xiao family, hoping to ease relations between Daxia and Qing Song. Recently, Qing Song has been making moves again, and the emperor is afraid."

Fang Zhixue clenched her fists, her eyes red: "Father... has already agreed..."

The first family of the Qing Song Nation, the Xiao Family? The Xiao Family where Xiao Langshu is located?

Fang Chen was slightly taken aback, then calmly replied, "Why? I'm a cripple, the Xiao family wouldn't look down on me, would they? Besides, I used to be Xiao Langshuai's sworn enemy."

“It was the Xiao family’s young lady who proposed it, saying that she had seen countless men but wanted to taste what it was like to be with Daxia Kingdom’s former number one God of War. She used this as leverage to force the emperor to agree. If the emperor refused to marry her, Qing Song Country would invade again, and this time, they would attack Kyoto before stopping.”

Fāng Zhǐxuě whispered.

"My enemy's son wants me as a wife? Ha ha…"

Fāng Chén let out a faint, light chuckle.

Fang Zhixue's voice suddenly became urgent: "Big brother, I'll take you out of Kyoto. Let's escape to the mountains where no one is, they definitely won't be able to find us."

"Second sister, if I were to leave, what do you think would happen to the Fang family? Would the emperor spare the rest of the Fang family?"

Fang Chen shook his head faintly: "I'm just a waste. If I can use myself as a tool to delay the great Xia Kingdom for several years, perhaps there will be a chance in the future, and it won't be destroyed."

"Big brother, don't you know how those officials and common people curse you? Why are you still thinking about them at this very moment?"

For the past five years, even commoners have dared to insult you behind your back. Is it worth it for them?

Fang Zhixue would fume every time she thought of these scenes.

"Isn't there still you, and your parents? Aren't they people too? Even for them, it's worth it. Not to mention those helpless children who don't understand anything. Have they ever insulted or cursed me?"

Fang Chen waved his hand: "You go down, I'll stay here alone for a while."

Fang Zhixue was stunned for a moment, sighed softly in her heart, and turned away.

Knowing her older brother's temper, she made a decision and couldn't persuade him. She couldn't persuade him.

Fang Chen continued to gaze at the heavens, his grayish-white eyes dull and lifeless. Alas, except for that fleeting glimpse, he never saw the fairy again.

He was very eager to figure out everything, and he also wanted to know why, after that day, he had the ability to leave his body.

At an unknown time, Fang Chen's soul had already left his body and flew to the sky above Kyoto, overlooking everything.

The laughter and chatter from the palace, the hawkers' cries on the streets, everything, big or small, was within sight.

He saw the warriors of Qing Song Nation wreaking havoc in the capital of Daxia Nation, beating up ordinary people at will, and even attacking officers who tried to stop them would result in a severe beating.

He saw the anger in the eyes of the common people around him, he saw the sorrow in the eyes of the soldiers, he saw the deep humiliation in the eyes of the beaten men.

"Haha! You big Xia nation are just no good! From now on, whenever you see people from our Qing Song nation, you better address them as "Sir," or else be careful, the First Wolf Marshal will lead his troops to raze your capital and kick your emperor off his throne!"

The wildly unrestrained laughter was infuriating, heartbreaking, and yet filled with a sense of helplessness.

"Oh, such a small country, and yet there are cultivators who have achieved enlightenment?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice rang in Fang Chen's ear.

Fang Chen was slightly surprised, and turned his head. He saw a hazy figure of a Daoist standing in mid-air. The other party also looked at him with curiosity.

Fang Chen's heart was shocked. In the past five years, he had never been seen by anyone while he was out of his body, let alone spoken to!

Dust settled, and he bowed slightly: "Greetings fellow cultivator. May I ask your name?"

One party calls the other "daoist friend," and the other calls the first "daoist friend." This can't be wrong, can it?