After Liu Chen slipped while rock climbing, his soul transmigrated into the body of the King of Han in the vast realm of Cangmang.
The Xuantian Sect above demanded annual tribute in exchange for protection. Below, the Canglang Beast Kingdom and the Northern Di repeatedly invaded the borders. Within the country, sects and noble clans were everywhere, disasters struck one after another, and the people rose in revolt. Amid this turmoil, with conflict raging on all sides, he discovered that the Han Kingdom had a better chance of rising to power than the other dynasties.
“There’s a drought and no food?”
“Isn’t the local sect just the local granary?”
“They won’t hand it over? Let them take it up with my iron cavalry.”
“What? The Canglang Beast Kingdom sent troops to attack Demon-Suppressing Pass while the Northern Di were invading the Jing Kingdom, to keep them from helping my Han Kingdom?”
“I think the Canglang Beast Kingdom’s territory would make excellent pastureland.”
“And as for tribute? I’m already attacking the Canglang Beast Kingdom, and you still expect me to pay tribute? Have you no respect for the rules of the ancestral court?”
