Rise of the Imperial Tang Dynasty
In the early years of the Zhenguan era, Du Chengfeng, a man from the modern world, was transported by accident into the body of a humble villager bearing the same name. From that moment on, the fate of the Great Tang was forever altered by his arrival, and the world itself trembled at his presence. Witness how Du Chengfeng, wielding immense power, conquers the nations of the continent step by step, ultimately founding a mighty empire. Within the Hall of Sweet Dew, Emperor Li Shimin roared, “Du Chengfeng, just what will it take for you to enter my court as an official?” Du Chengfeng curled his lips and replied, “I’m still considering it.” “You’re still considering? Others would give anything for such an opportunity, and you hesitate?” Li Shimin was so enraged he nearly coughed up blood. Is Jieli’s army of hundreds of thousands running rampant? Before Du Chengfeng’s modern legion, they’re taught a lesson in humanity in a matter of minutes. Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Li Shimin, burning with ambition, declared, “I shall destroy the Turks and wash away the shame my father once endured.” Du Chengfeng replied lazily, “Your Majesty, the Turks have already been wiped out.” Why? Why? For the second time, Li Shimin coughed up blood and bellowed, “Who was it? Why does fate deny me my chance?” What? The envoy from Tibet seeks a marriage alliance? You’ll be left unable to care for yourself. This novel brims with passion, family bonds, positivity, and innovation. The protagonist is invincible, with no suffering—only exhilaration.
Rise of the Imperial Tang Dynasty
“Hiss! Damn, that hurts!” Du Chengfeng sprang up from the tattered bed, his first sensation nothing but pain. His head felt as if it would explode, a sharp agony sweeping through his mind in an instant. Large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
With great effort, Du Chengfeng forced his eyes open, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings in confusion. A dilapidated mud-brick house, its yard enclosed by walls fashioned from bamboo slats, wooden strips, and yellow clay, formed an isolated little courtyard.
Inside, two battered tables stood amidst the clutter of simple food and household items. The bed beneath him was a rickety wooden plank, and next to it stood a stove built from stone.
Shaking his still-dazed head, Du Chengfeng scanned the room again. Beside the bed, a boy of seventeen or eighteen lay fast asleep, clearly exhausted, snoring softly.
Where am I? How did I suddenly end up in this completely unfamiliar place? Wasn’t I carrying out a special mission in Shennongjia? Not wanting to disturb the sleeping youth, Du Chengfeng quietly climbed off the bed, his mind racing with questions.
Clutching his aching head, he tried to piece together the scant memories that remained. As a well-trained special forces operative, timely analysis was second nature to him.
He recalled escorting a mysterious chip to the capital, a mission in which a dozen teammates had laid down their lives to snatch the artifact from several foreign mercenary groups. Tragically, during the escort, he had fallen off a bottomless cliff with the chip.
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