Cao Cao Watched for Two Thousand Years, Then Returned to Destroy the Jin Dynasty

Cao Cao died, but not entirely. His soul drifted above history for two thousand years, witnessing the chaos of the Five Barbarians, the glory of the Tang dynasty, the humiliation of Jingkang, the sunset at Yashan, and even the red flags sweeping across the land. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a minor noble of the Sima clan during the Rebellion of the Eight Princes. His fief had just three hundred households, and he didn't even own a decent sword. Liu Yuan of the Xiongnu was sharpening his blades, the cavalry of the Five Barbarians was about to trample the Central Plains, and the princes of the Sima clan were still tearing each other apart. Cao Cao smiled. “I could recite this script with my eyes closed.” Liu Yuan wants to rebel? I'll go see him off. The Sima princes want to fight among themselves? I'll send them all on their way together. The great clans monopolize the court? I'll invent the imperial examination system overnight. Someone asked him, “You're a member of the Sima clan. Why are you always undermining it?” He fell silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky. “Because my surname is Cao.” At that moment, everyone throughout the Jin dynasty felt their hair stand on end. (A completed novel is already available. Quality guaranteed, updated with 4,000 words daily. Dive in with confidence.)