From Humble Beginnings to Great Wealth
In the waning years of Great Qian, the land was shattered and the winds scattered the willow fluff; in this age of chaos, heroes and villains alike rose from every corner… Within the imperial court, an aged man sat upon the dragon throne, a broken sword in hand, his body as frail as a candle flickering in the wind. With the last vestiges of his strength, he struggled to keep Great Qian alive for but a moment longer. In the northern frontier among the noble clans, a young heir, dazzling as a deity, prepared to treat the world as his chessboard, maneuvering with cunning and ambition. To the east, in a merchant family by the vast sea, a young businessman reclined in the lap of beauty by night and wielded a deadly blade by day, vowing to upend the madness of this chaotic era. In the northwestern deserts, a proud youth in fine attire, astride a spirited steed, gazed through swirling dust toward Great Qian’s borders, his expression somber, a million mighty soldiers behind him poised like tigers ready to pounce. And deep in the southern mountains, a poor scholar holding a simple bowl of porridge emerged from the wilderness, surrounded by destitute folk. He swore an oath: the world shall belong to its people!
From Humble Beginnings to Great Wealth
Dusk was falling, and outside the house, the gentle patter of rain began to fill the air.
"Where am I?"
Jiang Chen struggled to open his eyes, his entire body wracked with an unexplainable ache. Fragments of memory flashed before his mind's eye, countless shards surging into his consciousness all at once.
He glanced at the dilapidated thatched hut around him and shook his head with a bitter smile.
He had crossed into another world.
Now, he was a penniless scholar in the Da Qian Dynasty, a once-mighty empire forged by unyielding cavalry, standing unshaken for three centuries. Three hundred years before, Da Qian had conquered all with an invincible army, sweeping aside its foes like autumn leaves. Yet, not even an unrivaled cavalry could withstand the relentless tide of history, and so, in the end, it was discarded by time.
Now, with turmoil raging within the royal family, Da Qian had entered its twilight, its strength all but spent. In the halls of power, corrupt officials abounded, and the court was filled with men of base character, feasting on the nation's wealth. To the west, foreign barbarians sharpened their blades, casting covetous eyes toward Da Qian's borders. Natural disasters descended upon the land in unending waves, leaving the people suffering bitterly.
Though the original owner of this body lived deep in the mountains, he too once had a happy family. But years ago, his parents, merchants by trade, were killed by bandits from Tiger Head Mountain, casting him into the abyss of misfortune.
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