“This is a world of steam-powered civilization, with martial arts, alchemy, and Mohism. Five hundred years ago, the Minghan Dynasty was founded. The Sacred Lord rose to the pinnacle of martial arts and ushered in the age of Mohist alchemy, laying the foundations for steam-powered civilization. He led campaigns north and south, conquered the Western Wastes and the northeast, destroyed the foundations of the Witch Cult, wiped out the Miao descendants of the Gu Clan, and slaughtered most of the demi-humans. ‘This world must have humans as its only intelligent species’ was his declaration. He was invincible, married the previous dynasty's empress, and grew senile in his later years. He ruled for one hundred and thirty years, and spent a hundred of them at war.”
“That part is a little shameless, if you ask me,” Xia Jieming said.
But the little girl didn't care. She loved hearing the young master tell stories about the Sacred Lord.
What Xia Jieming didn't know was that his master was not only the Sacred Lord, but also knew how to use guns and owned a telescope...
“Then why didn't you help me get my wife back? She ran off with someone else and threw away the more than ten years we spent together. My whole family knew and helped keep it from me?”
“I left home, cut ties with my family, and withdrew from the clan...”
“Oh, Master, you withdrew from your clan too? That makes me feel better.”
“Uncover the truth, expose the conspiracy. They look down on me because I'm no good at martial arts or studying, and think I'm just a spoiled rich kid? Fine. I'll reach the pinnacle of martial arts;”
