Qingshan Usurping Fate Record

Drunk on a beauty's lap? Wake up and take over the world? Zhou Zhi looked at his roughened hands, felt the cold touch of the sword in his arms, and listened to the sound of rain hitting the eaves outside the window. An unprecedented emotion, mixed with absurdity, excitement, fear and... Uncontrollable ambition, boiled and rolled in his chest like magma. No. He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs but igniting the fire in his eyes. I want all the regrets in this world to be rewritten by me! I want all the chess pieces in the world to recognize me as the chess player! The cold hilt of the sword was warmed by the palm of his hand, as if responding to the silent cry in his heart. Jianghu, here I come! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.