High Martial: Loading Huo Linfei's Template Leaves the Empress Rattled

Su Chen opens his eyes and finds himself transmigrated to the Nine Heavens Continent, a high-martial world where the strongest can tear apart stars and destroy nations with a flick of a finger. From the start, he’s stuck as a useless live-in son-in-law, publicly humiliated and jilted by his fiancée. Talk about a truly disastrous start! Just as he’s at the end of his rope, the Myriad Worlds Template Fusion System suddenly activates, and a cold mechanical voice rings out in his mind.

Ding! The Host’s will to survive against all odds has been detected. Beginner’s bonus unlocked: one chance to draw a perfect-grade template. Draw successful! Huo Linfei’s perfect template has been bound. Fusion loading!

Looks? Stunningly beautiful, captivating both men and women. Swordsmanship? One strike breaks all techniques, and he kills any god that stands in his way. Presence? He looks down on the world with the bearing of an emperor. And with the template’s fusion trait, every increase in fusion percentage unlocks the template’s techniques, divine abilities, and constitution. He can even combine the powers of multiple templates!

From then on, Su Chen and his sword set out to reach the pinnacle of this high-martial world. What he doesn’t know is that the supreme being of this world, the Frost Empress Ling Shuang, has been reborn. She has returned to a thousand years in the past with her memories of her previous life, certain that everything is under her control.

Until the first time she sees Su Chen...

“This man... never existed in my previous life!”

Every time Su Chen makes a move, he shatters the Empress’s understanding of her former life. Every breakthrough he makes sends the future she carefully planned further off course. The Empress calculated everything in her previous life, except for one thing: a man would come from beyond the bounds of fate and cleave through all her carefully laid plans with a single sword strike.

The Frost Empress Ling Shuang grits her teeth. “Su Chen! Who are you, really?!”

Su Chen stands with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. He smiles faintly. “Guess.”