Xuanhuan: Burdened with Primordial Power, I Can't Escape the Fate of a Hound

The market in Quanning County had lost its former bustle, and the peddlers kept their distance.

Li Hu's thugs lay sprawled across the ground. Jiang Nange dragged his Kanglong Mace toward Li Hu, its tip scraping against the flagstones and sending up a trail of sparks.

He was covered in blood, his face twisted into a savage grimace, like a demon crawling out of hell. Not one of the remaining thugs dared take a step forward.

Seeing his men lose their nerve, Li Hu could no longer maintain his young master's composure. He backed toward the carriage and barked at his lackeys, “Don't retreat! Kill this villain! Your wives, children, and families are waiting in Changning County for you to return in triumph!”

[Alternate world] [No System] [No saintly protagonist] [No black-and-white thinking]

I had barely transmigrated to an unfamiliar world before nearly being kicked to death like a stray dog. After narrowly escaping, I realized that the Primordial True Qi was the real crisis I couldn't shake.

Years later, Jiang Nange, now in a position of power, said, “So if it works, you just work me to death, huh? Disaster relief is on me, investigating cases is on me, exterminating demons is on me, and now fighting wars is on me too!”

“What do you mean, ‘He's a good person. You can trust him to get things done’?”

“Does being a good person mean I have to work like an ox?”

“I was a wage slave in training before transmigrating, and now I'm working like an ox. What was the point of transmigrating, then!”