After Trading My Brother's Life for Mine, I Rose Rapidly as a Brocade-Clad Guard

Xie Zhaoheng died once, in that ruined temple. The one who killed him was the blade of his twin brother, Xie Suheng, a low-ranking Embroidered Guard officer.

But he didn't quite die.

The one who died was the man holding the blade.

He put on his brother's flying-fish robe, fastened his brother's embroidered spring saber to his waist, and walked into his brother's office.

From then on, he lived as someone else, a man who was already dead.

Life in the Northern Branch of the Embroidered Guards was like walking underwater. He investigated case files, went out on assignments, and pieced together clues, carving out a path through the mire of the low-ranking guards.

The Fortune-Stealing System offered him a third path: kill officials to steal their luck, accumulate merit, and climb the ranks. The higher his position, the closer he would get to the dynasty's dragon vein.

Only he knew that with every major case he solved, he came one step closer to the man he had killed.

A secret letter from the White Lotus Sect was like a thorn lodged in his bones: "The Twin-Born piece has entered the Guard headquarters. When the time is right, someone will close the net."

Someone was waiting for him to grow into the piece on their chessboard. But before they could close the net, he would crush the board first.