Transmigrating to the Great Sui to Protect Yang Guang

The Turks’ million-strong cavalry surrounds the city. Food and water are gone, and the ministers tremble as they urge surrender.

Yang Guang’s face is ashen. He asks me in a trembling voice, “Minister Qin, am I still worthy of your dying for me?”

I pound my chest, blood bursting through my armor. “Your Majesty, look! My heart still burns red for Sui!”

Suddenly, my dantian sears with heat, and the Dragonblood Profound Yellow System descends from the heavens. The more devoted I am to protecting my sovereign, the more ferocious my strength becomes!

Arrows blot out the sky beyond the city walls. I seize the banner and laugh wildly: “Qin Ziyu of Great Sui is here! Even if I die nine times, I have no regrets!”