The Lowest-Ranked Hero Has Returned - Chapter 3 - A Reason to Live (2)

In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.

On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.

On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.

Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.

Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.

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One day, Jiao Bai went home and passed by the small bookstore, walked in. The boss recommended a batch of new goods to him with a fatherly face, all of which were rotten. He went home happily, but was hit by a car at the intersection in front of his house, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was in a BE scumbag.

Hehehe. Jiao Bai folded his hands on his stomach, lying on the big white bed with a peaceful face, he dressed as one of the candidates… of the little stepmother of that scumbag. Oh, by the way, the protagonist in the manhua, the cheap Shou, is the white moonlight of the character he passed through. Now, washing up in the bathroom is an old friend of the protagonist gong’s dad, and next door is the slag gong’s dad and his old friend’s ‘Little Pepper’.

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Caelen died doing what he loved most: playing survival games non-stop like a sleep-deprived goblin. Unfortunately, dying in your chair from gaming overload isn’t exactly what you’d call a dignified exit. Even God laughed at him.But lucky for Caelen, or maybe unlucky, he gets a second chance in the world of his favorite survival game. It’s a brutal fantasy realm full of monsters, magic, swords… and absolutely zero indoor plumbing.Armed with only a stone pickaxe, a limited-use “Google Brain” search skill, and the stubbornness of a man who once built a Minecraft mansion out of dirt, Caelen sets out to survive. But surviving isn’t enough he wants to upgrade the world. Electricity? Toilets? Toasted bread? Why not all three?As he fends off nighttime horrors, awkwardly crafts furniture, and tries to avoid becoming monster chow, Caelen has one mission: bring modern convenience to a medieval world, one ridiculous invention at a time.And maybe, just maybe… not die again in a chair.[System Notes:No Ntr, No Yuri(gl), No Yaoi(bl)]

Su Changqing reincarnated into a fantasy world, directly starting with a heavenly advantage, being born into a Great Emperor family.His father is Su's contemporary family head at the quasi-emperor peak, his mother is the sword pavilion's legitimate daughter with Great Saint cultivation, and even a steward of the Su family is a Saint King.Born into such a powerful family, Su Changqing could easily reach the peak just by doing nothing.But his father, Su Nan, was afraid that his son would become a pompous and arrogant wastrel in such an environment, so he established a Truman World for Su Changqing!In a poor family, with no way to cultivate, Su Changqing struggled through hardships and finally joined a small sect.What he didn't know was that his enlightenment teacher was actually the contemporary Confucian Immortal.The taciturn elder teaching him Sword Techniques was actually the Sword Fool famous across the continent.The irritable elder who always blew up the alchemy furnace was known as the Pill Saint.To prevent Su Changqing from being arrogant due to his talents, many famous teachers were extremely harsh, and the Divine Techniques taught were very difficult to master.But soon, these teachers were all panicking.“Sword Fool master, the Nine Yang Sword is too simple, is there any other Divine Technique?”“Pill Saint master, don't leave, I've already mastered the Yin Yang Reversal Alchemy Technique, teach me something more powerful.”“Hey hey hey, Confucian master, don't run, I've finished reading the books you asked me to...”Looking at the retreating masters, Su Changqing sighed helplessly,“A small sect is really a small sect, unreliable...”