If the Mystic Heaven Won't Ferry Me, I'll Ascend to the Ninth Heaven Myself

When a ray of dawn from another world pierced the broken lattice of the Lu residence, I knew fate had already nailed my soul to this dynasty, where blood and fire intertwined.

The moment I transmigrated into the Tianqi Dynasty, I became a speck of dust in this age of turmoil. The once-mighty Lu clan of Jiangnan had been reduced to me alone, guarding its ruined walls. The Four Great Clans closed in like wolves, while currents churned beneath the imperial throne and deadly plots lurked everywhere. I pretended to be a dissolute young lord, spending my days drifting between taverns and gambling dens, but in the dead of night, I quietly awakened the power hidden within me.

In dire straits, I used my body-tempering cultivation to tip the balance of the realm and laid plans for a counterattack through the undercurrents of the black market. At a turning point, I allied with Chen Xueyao and brought Xiao Han under my command, quietly weaving a net to defy fate. The price was patience and loneliness, and every time I struck, I had to wager my life.

From the ruins of Jiangnan to the pinnacle of the dynasty, from standing alone to winning the hearts of the masses, I came down from the highest heavens not to scrape by, but to make those who once trampled the Lu clan's dignity kneel at my feet and tremble.