Borrowing a Surname in Langya

Transmigration is not a banquet you are invited to; transmigration is step by step, a dance with death.

Jiangnan is enchanting, and ambition is often extinguished there.

From ancient times, the Southern Dynasties have been weak, and heroes have had short breaths.

There is no golden finger, no system, and no second life—everything starts from zero!

Original-body memories: none!

Identity: none!

Supplies: none!

How long can we survive when transmigration becomes real?

The aristocratic clans and power networks of the south are intertwined in a dense web; the Northern Emperor Tuoba Hong and his iron cavalry camp beyond the river, refusing to leave.

The court is dark and hard to read, and inside and outside it are full of traps and schemes. No matter how much you resemble Pan An or have the talent of Song Yu, you will inevitably be drawn into the net and unable to escape the game.

Yet a stone cast into the sea can stir a thousand-foot wave; a flying moonboat can ride ten thousand miles of wind.

Who would have thought that a body as insignificant as weeds could win such splendor?

A person cannot be measured—one thin stream can create a vast, roaring tide!

Once, he was unruly by fate, sleeping on the dragon bed at night; once, he used brilliant stratagems and beheaded a crowned king.

With a light whip he challenged the imperial edict at night; with a hand that remained white and delicate, he did not fail the fragrance of the snow-white beauty.

Since wind and clouds have wrought chaos, and drifting clouds have done evil,

then I shall suppress the empire, savor the moon and flowers, and also mend the cracks in heaven!

(The print edition has already been published.)