Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent - Chapter 324 - : Dealing With Emperor Chu

Married for four years, Wren Sutton deeply loved her husband, Adrian Lancaster.In the end, what she got in return was a cold, cruel reality: her husband's heart belonged to another woman. The favoritism and indulgence he showed that woman were things she had never received.Though jealous, Wren Sutton had an epiphany. Since she couldn't warm the man's heart, she would grab his money instead.She came up with a plan to “trick” Adrian Lancaster into signing the divorce papers, waiting for the cooling-off period to end.An accident struck unexpectedly. A plane crash shattered all plans, completely changing both of their destinies.Before the plane crashed, the only thing that flashed through Adrian Lancaster's mind was Wren Sutton's face. Her every frown and smile had long been deeply imprinted on his soul, occupying his heart, impossible to erase.Love had taken root and sprouted during their four years of marriage. He realized it too late, his eyes turning red with regret.“Wren Sutton, I love you.”Reunion.Adrian Lancaster, covered in scars and filled with belated love, let go of all his pride. On the long road to winning back his wife, he lost control, trapping Wren Sutton in his arms in a fervent kiss, his eyes reddening.“Darling, give me one more chance, I'm begging you...”Hearing the man's trembling, pleading voice, Wren Sutton raised her hand to smooth his anxious brow. Her hatred dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance.“Adrian Lancaster, we're divorced.”Adrian Lancaster's defenses crumbled. “Those divorce papers don't count.”Wren Sutton: “You signed them yourself.”Adrian Lancaster: “The child doesn't agree.”The child: “...”Both leads are clean.

Noah was once the King of Kings. He shaped laws, ruled countless realms, and commanded reality itself. Then the Author rewrote him out of existence.Stripped of his throne and cast into the Abyss, a realm where power is stolen and gods are reduced to myths, Noah is forced to begin from nothing. No army. No crown. No authority. Only memory.But memory is dangerous.He remembers what it feels like to rule. He remembers the structure of fate, the weight of narrative, the weakness hidden inside destiny. And this time, he refuses to be a character in someone else’s story.With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion rising in his wake, Noah begins his ascent. Puppet kings will fall. Sacred scripts will shatter. The very threads that bind the world will be torn apart.The Author believed he could erase a king.He only created a hunter.And when the last page turns, the one who holds the pen will learn what it means to be rewritten.

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it.In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears.Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price.Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget.But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels…And beneath it all, something still breathes.