You Coward, How Dare You Try to Assassinate Me!
[Martial Arts] + [System] + [Lighthearted Comedy] + [Leisurely Slow Burn] + [Single Female Lead] + [Slight Ensemble Cast] Transmigrating into a world where martial artists can split mountains and shatter stones, spellcasters command wind and rain, and demons run rampant, Ji Huo lived cautiously for years. He painstakingly raised a band of subordinates, turning each one into a master of mayhem. Just as he was plotting to unify the martial world— "Young Master Ji, you are the long-lost son of the Duke Protector! Please, return to the capital with us!" And so, he was whisked away by a throng of people. Damn it! After all these years of hard work building my own empire, now you want me to inherit the family fortune and live the easy life? Lounging leisurely in a rocking chair, Ji Huo sighed contentedly, "How sweet it is!" Wait a minute! Brother, that five-clawed golden dragon robe you're wearing looks awfully familiar!
You Coward, How Dare You Try to Assassinate Me!
(Brain Resting Area)
"Young Master Ji, please come with us back to the capital!"
In the small courtyard outside a shabby thatched hut, a dense group of cavalry knelt on one knee, cupping their fists in salute to Ji Huo, their heads bowed as they shouted loudly.
Ji Huo stood there, holding a vegetable basin filled with cheap greens he’d bought that morning, utterly bewildered.
"Wow, little Ji turns out to be from a big family in the capital."
"I always said the boy was clever, not like ordinary folks—turns out he's from the capital."
"Old Madam Wang tried to arrange a marriage for him, but Old Cui from the next village was unwilling to marry off his daughter to him. Now that he's made it, I guess Cuihua's not good enough for him anymore."
"What a stroke of fortune!"
The commotion of the cavalry was impossible to ignore—dozens of men, all in black armor, crowded into this slum, and soon the whole neighborhood was well aware.
Ji Huo blinked, looked down at his patched, ragged clothes, then at Zhou Dynasty’s splendid armor before him—just one suit of that would cost a hundred taels of silver.
"Are you sure you’re looking for me?" Ji Huo ventured cautiously.
The middle-aged officer in front saluted and said, "Young Master Ji, there’s no mistake—it’s you. Don’t dawdle, get in the carriage!"
He waved his hand. "Men! Escort Young Master Ji into the carriage!"
The kneeling soldiers wasted no time, grabbing Ji
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