Transmigrating into Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, I Become Murong Fu

When he opened his eyes, he had become Murong Fu of Gusu. A blood feud clung to him like a bone-deep curse, while the dream of restoring his kingdom hung over him like a sword poised above his head, crushing his young body until he could barely breathe.

But this time, the handsome face in the mirror, still tinged with malice, held a different look in its eyes.

Empty fame was like passing clouds. He tore apart the rotten schemes and plots with his own hands. The jianghu was vast, and he steadily built up every bit of his power, concealing the edge of "using your own methods against you" within a solid foundation.

By the Apricot Grove, he no longer watched coldly from the sidelines. He reached out and helped Xiao Feng. Outside the Manduo Manor, he set aside his prejudices and shared a drink with Duan Yu. The turbulent currents of a chaotic age surged around him, but he used strategy as his boat and martial prowess as his oars, advancing step by step through the treacherous jianghu and imperial court.

Trouble brewing? Then he'll put an end to it! Fate turns against him? Then he'll defy heaven and change his destiny!

When the horns sound across the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, the world will finally understand: Murong Fu never wanted empty fame in the jianghu.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.