Primordial War God

A scheming crown prince and his savage consort: the story of a ruthless, ferocious, formidable, cold-hearted princess who dotes on an impossibly handsome, wickedly charming, scheming crown prince! A tale of how a sinister crown prince and a vicious princess secretly conspire and join forces, ruling the court and inner palace with an iron grip! And then… In the underworld, on the Bridge of Helplessness. Granny Meng expressionlessly pushed the ghost who had drunk the soup of forgetfulness into the cycle of reincarnation and said coldly, “Next.” A female ghost, surrounded by a murderous aura, drifted up to Granny Meng. The old woman mechanically asked, “What were you in your last life?” The ghost guard escorting her flipped through the Book of Life and Death and answered calmly, “An assassin.” Granny Meng turned to ladle out the soup, her face unchanged. “And the life before that?” The ghost guard checked the book again, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “A terrorist.” Granny Meng raised an eyebrow, still unruffled. “And the life before that?” The ghost guard looked through the book once more, utterly dumbfounded. “A Heaven-Slaying War God!” Now Granny Meng could no longer stay calm. Her withered hand trembled, and the soup sloshed out of the bowl, wetting her skirt. Her voice quavering, she asked, “And the life before that?” The ghost guard checked the book again, his face ashen. “…A Buddha of Slaughter!” Someone who killed people on sight, slaughtered gods, and even dared to tread on Buddha’s face? A Buddha of Slaughter who was savage, furious, cold, and ruthless all at once?! “Clang!” The porcelain bowl hit the ground. Granny Meng was left staring in shock. The Ruthless Side: Scene One: A pair of pale hands dipped into a basin, and the clear water instantly turned a glaring red. Cheng Yini gave the woman kneeling on the ground a sideways glance and said coldly, “Drag her away and give her the kneecap-removal punishment!” Everyone present felt their knees go weak and their backs turn cold. The kneecap-removal punishment: ripping out someone’s kneecaps while they’re still alive! Scene Two: A dark gaze brimmed with murderous intent, and a vicious aura radiated from her whole body. She looked as though she had crawled straight out of hell. Her small frame was filled with the deadly authority of a battlefield commander. “Break all four limbs and toss her into the back alley for the dogs. If she still won’t talk, tear her apart with five horses and hang her head on the southern gate for her master to see!” The guard stared in horror. A chill rose from his feet, spread through every limb, and froze him as if he were trapped in an icy cellar. His limbs went numb, and even his thoughts ground to a halt. The Childhood Sweethearts: When They Were Little: “Your Highness, today’s assignment is to embroider a lovely peony on this handkerchief.” The woman respectfully handed over the handkerchief and needle, then left in a nervous hurry. As soon as she was gone, the little girl imperiously shoved the handkerchief and needle into the hands of the exquisitely handsome little boy beside her. With a cold expression, she ordered, “Embroider it! I’m going horseback riding.” “Mo Mo…” The boy tugged at her skirt, unwilling to let her go. The girl glared angrily, and the boy immediately gave in. He obediently sat inside like a young lady, stitching the peony one careful stitch at a time. When They Grew Up: In the most prestigious crown prince’s bedchamber, the handsome, wickedly charming prince sat on the bed, a handkerchief in one hand and an embroidery needle in the other. Beneath his fingers, a vivid peony bloomed, while a pair of mandarin ducks and butterflies seemed to gaze at one another with tender affection. Just then, his personal attendant ran in, gasping for breath. “Your Highness, Your Highness, something terrible has happened! The Crown Princess brought a man home, and he’s a dashing, handsome heartbreaker!” His long phoenix eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them. The needle that had been embroidering the handkerchief abruptly changed course and poked several bloody holes in the attendant. His voice turned ominous. “Dashing? Handsome? A heartbreaker?” The attendant suffered in silence, hurriedly forcing a smile more painful than a grimace. “Your Highness, you’re as handsome as a jade tree, charming and brilliant, quick-witted and refined. You’re the clouds in the heavens, while that man is mud on the ground. He can’t compare to you, he can’t compare to you.” That night, on the elegant bed, the wickedly charming, scheming crown prince eagerly waited on his fierce, savage wife. As he massaged her shoulders, he cautiously probed, “Mo Mo, I heard you brought a man home today…” He had barely begun when her sharp gaze swept over him. The prince’s heart trembled with fear. There were daggers in that look! “Ah, I won’t ask, I won’t ask. Let’s go to sleep.” The prince…