I Will Stage A Coup D'état - Chapter 38: The Doom of Poland (2)

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

Wen Ye, the lead dancer idol of a well-known boy group in Huaguo, he loves to be provocative by nature and often flaunts his eight-pack abs on stage.

However, his private identity is the young master of a certain ancient martial arts family who is gifted in martial arts and caused headaches for the elders of the family.

One day, he accidentally entered an Abo novel that would be 404, and became a cannon fodder Alpha in the original book.

The original owner summoned him at the cost of his soul, and he was put on the shackles to protect the other’s parents and prevent the collapse of the empire.
Facing the black-bellied villain of the original book who fell to the ground in a flash, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire, the young master silently swallowed the blood he wanted to vomit.

too weak! Could it be that the villain in the original book relies on IQ instead of force?
no! Must practice more!
While practicing the opponent to death, he teased the opponent desperately.
The young master, who follows the policy of equal exposure to rain and dew, watched the Alpha with long legs and hips in the military academy start a happy vacation life.
Unexpectedly, one day, the aftermath of the secondary differentiation of His Highness the Crown Prince broke out. Facing His Highness the Crown Prince with hungry wolf eyes and ghostly demeanor, the young master who was pinned against the wall had only one sentence in his mind:
After a long time, I really have to pay it back…

small theater:
1. Xu Shen saw Wen Ye’s flirtatiousness on the first day, and His Royal Highness crushed the cup in his hand.
Xu Shen saw Wen Ye being provocative the next day, and His Highness the Crown Prince pinched the edge of the table.
On the third day, Wen Ye was about to start flirting, but was directly carried away by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who couldn’t bear it.
2. Wen Ye: Your Majesty, stop biting my neck! It cannot be marked permanently!
His Royal Highness (with a toothy grin): Knot and bite a few more times, so everyone will understand who you belong to.
Wen Ye: Knot?
His Royal Highness: Oh, so you don’t understand? Come, I will teach you slowly.
Bystander: We now suspect that you are driving illegally!
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1. Black-bellied rabid king Alpha attack X love. tease.
2. Wife abuse is fun for a while, chasing wife crematorium!
3. Update every day at 18:00 pm, daily. Will ask for leave if something happens.
4. Weibo: It’s not Houttuynia cordata, the cover person is on Weibo.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.