Zhang Huan, the “number one playboy of the Central Plains,” spent three years drunk in a brothel. No one knew that the Mohist mechanical blueprint in his palm had been etched into his very flesh.
Then the barbarian cavalry swept south, and before his father died in battle, he hurled a bloodstained tiger tally at Zhang Huan’s face. “Three hundred thousand cavalry and this chaotic world. Do you dare take them on?”
That night, he tore off his playboy’s disguise. Drawing on his military bloodline, he commanded the battlefield’s fortune, and three thousand light cavalry burned eight thousand elite warriors of the Canglang Tribe to ash.
From then on, a swordswoman of the jianghu defied her path for him, the Mohist Grandmaster gave him armor at the cost of his life, and the enemy’s god of war entrusted him with a military treatise on his deathbed.
But when he took hold of a fragment of the Nine Palaces Cauldron, he discovered that the war among the lords was a scheme, the Canglang invasion from the south was a scheme, and even the poisoned wine offered by his beloved confidante was a scheme of the Heavenly Dao to make him its pawn!
“Since everyone calls me a playboy...” He smiled and crushed the imperial jade seal. “Then let the fires of war across the Nine Provinces burn through the thirty-third heaven!”
