In the dim and damp dungeon,

Two prison guards dressed in navy prison robes, with black skullcaps on their heads and single-handed swords hanging from their waists, lounged lazily on chairs...

They held rough bowls in their hands.

The bowls contained some murky rough wine.

Occasionally, with tacit understanding, they lightly tapped the rim of the bowl and took a sip, then leisurely picked up some peanuts from the dishes on the table and tossed them into their mouths, feeling inexplicably content...

But even as they drank slowly, the rough wine in the bowl gradually dwindled.

After the third round.

The night was still long, but the wine was gone!

After drinking the last drop of rough wine, the young prison guard seemed unsatisfied, looking at the old prison guard with a questioning gaze, and then glancing discreetly at the nearby cell.

The old prison guard followed his gaze.

Inside the cell, there sat a young man in purple robes.

The young man wore a purple-gold crown on his head, golden silk boots on his feet, a jade pendant hung from his waist, and several delicate dishes were laid out in front of him, along with a pot of clear wine emitting a fragrant aroma...

He shook his head at the young man sitting alone in the cell, leisurely enjoying his drink.

The old prison guard whispered, "Zhang Xiao'er, do you want to die? Do you want to snatch the young lord's wine?"

The prison guard named Zhang Xiao'er sneered.

Disdainfully, he said, "What are you afraid of? This kind of idle dandy, who preys on women, loiters with hawks, and consorts with the underworld all year round, what's there to fear?

In the past, it might have been excusable, but this time, he offended the Marquis of Xibo, and His Majesty personally ordered his arrest. Can he still get away with it?"

"Well, you can try if you want."

The old prison guard, seeing Zhang Xiao'er's insolent attitude, stopped advising him.

With arms crossed, he smirked coldly, "No matter who he's offended, as long as he's still the young lord, he's not someone like you can mess with.

I'll give you some advice.

Just because you're a martial artist, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in Chang'an City... Martial artists... are they even worth mentioning?"

Zhang Xiao'er's face turned slightly pale.

He wrapped his prison robe tighter around himself and leaned against the wall, pretending to doze off.

But his eyes were fixed darkly on the young lord who was leisurely drinking inside the cell.

As a second-grade martial artist, although he was forced to become a prison guard, he had the heart of a tiger and grand ambitions.

He always looked down on these idle dandies who relied on their background to bully men and women.

He had thought more than once...

If I, Zhang Xiao'er, were not the son of a merchant but the son of a lord, I would have long crossed that threshold and become a renowned practitioner in Chang'an.

This waste in front of him possessed all the qualifications for cultivation, yet he squandered various resources and treasures without understanding their value.

He paraded around with a group of servants, loitering in public, preying on women, and loitering with hawks, yet he was still just a first-grade martial artist...

What a useless piece of trash.

Apart from being good-looking, having connections in the court, and being wealthy, what else did he have?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Zhang Xiao'er leaned against the wall and snorted coldly.

Although his voice was low.

Unfortunately, the cell was unusually quiet at this moment...

The worthless dandy slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome face. "Brother Zhang seems to have some opinions about me?"

"I dare not!"

Although Zhang Xiao'er had just claimed not to be afraid, he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead when faced with this dandy.

"I only have a slight itch in my throat, disturbing the young lord. Please forgive me, young lord!"

Seeing Zhang Xiao'er's respectful attitude,

the young man sighed softly.

He turned his head to look out the window at the sparse moonlight leaking in, feeling somewhat melancholic...

"It seems I've crossed over!"

Chen Zhian was originally a fisherman on Blue Star.

After more than a decade of fishing, his heart had become as cold as the knife in his hand.

To find back his lost heart.

He did all sorts of good deeds in addition to fishing.

He helped his neighbors clear the sewers, install computers, fix air conditioners...

With his solid repair skills, he even served as the chairman of the neighborhood committee for two consecutive terms.

Since parting ways with his girlfriend, he had given away all the money he earned from fishing to the poor people on the street...

He didn't get struck by lightning, nor did he curiously press any buttons. He just took a break while helping the neighbor, Old Wang, clear the sewer, and inexplicably crossed over.

Becoming the young lord of the Tang Dynasty's Great Wilderness...

The original owner was also named Chen Zhian, the third son of the Marquis of Chenliu in the Tang Dynasty.

He was a genuine dandy.

At just seventeen years old this year, he was already a frequent visitor to various brothels in Chang'an City.

He spent his days having fun with a group of hangers-on in Chang'an City, loitering with hawks, soliciting prostitutes, listening to music, reveling every night, and changing brides every day...

And the reason why the young lord was thrown into the dungeon was entirely his fault.

He got drunk in Qingyue Alley during the day and was egged on by his hangers-on. He committed the act of snatching a woman in broad daylight.

If it were an ordinary commoner, it might have been forgivable.

"But this time, he had the audacity to bully the Marquis of Xibo and snatch the cross-dressed Princess Xining..."

Who is the Marquis of Xibo?

He is the pillar of the country, stationed in the western regions to resist the barbarians, sacrificing himself for the nation.

Moreover, the Marquis of Xibo has no sons, only one unmarried daughter, Li Xining, who was recently bestowed the title of Princess Xining by His Majesty the Emperor.

So when the old lady of the Marquis of Xibo, leaning on a cane, cried bitterly after meeting His Majesty in the palace, the young lord who was sleeping soundly at home was personally arrested by the prefect of the capital and thrown into prison.

Waiting for the Emperor's decision.

...

Recalling the scenes during the day, Chen Zhian felt a bit of a headache. The original owner was not only bad, but also stupid!

This matter was full of clumsy schemes everywhere.

Given the young lord's temperament, it was impossible for him to go to Qingyue Alley in broad daylight. Yet, just after a few drinks today, they clamored to change venues.

That would have been fine.

But they insisted on passing by White Tiger Street, which they would definitely not have visited on a normal day.

And to make matters worse, they walked extremely slowly.

The second son of the Minister of Revenue happened to notice that Princess Xining was a female disguised as a male.

All these coincidences.

Ultimately, it landed the young lord in prison!

As consciousness faded, what the original owner was still thinking about was his group of good friends.

He really didn't know how such a character had grown up so comfortably in the ruthless arena of Chang'an, where conspiracies abounded.

Feeling melancholic, he took another sip of wine.

Chen Zhian furrowed his brows, pondering how to get out of this situation.

After thinking for a long time, he realized,

It seemed that besides relying on the original owner's expertise in flattering his father...

There was no other way!

Fortunately, there were not many sons of the Marquis of Chenliu, so he wouldn't be easily abandoned as the Marquis's valuable son.

...

...

Although the young lord was a useless and foolish scoundrel,

there were still some redeeming qualities to him.

That was his good aptitude for cultivation, hailed as a rare genius in a hundred years, already a first-grade martial artist at the age of seventeen.

He was only one step away from advancing to the innate realm.

Opening the door to enlightenment and becoming a true cultivator.

Although the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was surnamed Li, it was not the same Tang Dynasty as on Earth.

In this world, there were cultivators.

Great cultivators traversed the skies, moved mountains and filled seas.

Traveling from the North Sea to the South Wuchang, a sword's cold light across nineteen provinces was no longer just the fantasy of scholars, but a reality.

It was said that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was a grandmaster with boundless cultivation.

The reason why Chen Zhian was confident he wouldn't be abandoned

was not only because the original owner had good aptitude, but also because the original owner was the heir apparent of the Marquis of Chenliu.

Chen Zhian's eldest brother, Chen Zhibai, was a bookworm who never left his books and rarely came downstairs.

In a country where martial prowess was paramount, naturally, they wouldn't let someone who was powerless inherit the position of marquis.

His second brother, Chen Zhiming, was a renowned wastrel in Chang'an. He once had extraordinary aptitude and was born with auspicious signs.

However, at the age of fifteen, his cultivation ceased to progress, and he even regressed. Now, he was probably not even considered a martial artist anymore.

And the reason why he was famous in Chang'an was related to another matter.

That was the high-profile annulment of the engagement with the Saintess of the Illusory Sect, Zhu Wan'er.

At that time, Chen Zhiming, who was considered a genius, had been engaged to Zhu Wan'er of the Illusory Sect since childhood.

Originally a happy marriage, it turned into a stain in Zhu Wan'er's perfect life after Chen Zhiming's cultivation regressed and continued to regress until he had nowhere else to regress to!

So, on a somewhat noisy afternoon,

Zhu Wan'er, holding onto the arm of Jiang Huayu, the Saint Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, with an arrogant and cold attitude, returned the marriage documents to the Marquis of Chenliu's mansion.

Chen Zhiming, who had faded into the background, received the marriage documents with a pale face.

Chen Aman, who had always been smiling, sat in the main seat, his face darkening to the extreme, not even bothering to conceal the killing intent in his heart.

Just as his killing intent was boiling,

Jiang Huayu, the Saint Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, sneered, and a figure appeared behind him, unabashedly looking at Chen Aman.

Then they left in a long manner.

Since then, Chen Zhiming has become even more silent. In recent years, he rarely ventured out, preferring to walk alone. Even Chen Zhian rarely saw his second brother's figure.

Such a person naturally wouldn't...

Huh???

Chen Zhian's expression suddenly froze.

Genius turned waste!

Childhood sweetheart, humiliated in public!

Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west!

Do not bully the young and poor.

God damn it, the heir apparent on the nail, this cheap second brother, isn't he the chosen one?