[Eastern fantasy + chaotic times + genius rivalry + beauties + genius protagonist]
They met on a sunny morning.
“Let me get a good look. Is this a broken-engagement story, a farming story, or an invincible-protagonist story… Wait, no, I don’t think an invincible-protagonist story needs me.”
“Actually, it could be a good-for-nothing story…”
“No way, you actually understand my snark?!”
Zhang Yuan frowned at the jade ornament floating in midair. It spewed out all sorts of outrageous remarks like beans from a pod. Every now and then he could understand a sentence, but most of it went over his head.
“Would you be willing to take me as your master? I’m not good at smooth talk, much like how I can’t write a proper blurb for a book… That makes me sound like a pyramid-scheme boss.”
The girl in the gray mist reached out to Zhang Yuan. Her skirt billowed like rolling clouds, and her gaze was sharp as a blade.
And so, years passed in a blink.
When wildfires of war swept across this troubled age, the gods cast down their thunderous judgment upon the vast earth. The heroes and beauties of the Nine Provinces faced fate with defiant battle cries. Blades and swords clashed into silhouettes; blood and tears spilled like poetry.
Zhang Yuan faced south, leaning on his sword.
The autumn wind mournfully circles back. Ask not how it began.
