The Mandate of Heaven: Turmoil in the Eastern Han

(Not a mindless power fantasy from Tomato, no System, a Mystic-grade snake companion, miraculous healer, ancient martial arts)

In 165 AD, the eighth year of the Yanxi era of the Eastern Han dynasty.

A baby was born in the Liu family village in Pengcheng.

The moment he was born, he was shunned because two souls had descended into the world. The baleful energy of Heaven and Earth struck his mother's body. She hemorrhaged during labor and teetered on the brink of death.

A reclusive scholar named Qian Heng used a forbidden ritual that bound husband and wife to the same fate to defy destiny: a red thread wound around their fingers, their life lamps linked together. He traded half his remaining life force for a glimmer of hope for his wife.

The baby's soul was incomplete, so he couldn't cry, smile, or recognize his parents.

For three years, he was dull-witted, drooling constantly, his gaze vacant.

Only a red-scaled snake guarded his pillow day and night, sustaining him with spirit fruit and suppressing the baleful energy with spiritual power.

When he was three, his own family led him to the edge of a dry well, intending to abandon him in the wilderness.

The red snake darted out of the forest, scales bristling. It blocked the well with its body, hissing and refusing to retreat.

His mother chased after them and wrapped her arms around Third Aunt, who was collapsing in tears. “He came from my own body. No matter how foolish he is, he is still my child.”

That night, the baby opened his eyes for the first time on his bed...

(I like reading on Tomato, but so many books aren't to my taste. I had no choice but to write the book I wanted to read myself 😓)