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Blood Jade: Warlord's Awakening

In 190 AD, as the Han Empire fractures under the tyrannical rule of General Dong Zhuo, sixteen-year-old Zhao Ming stands at the crossroads of destiny in the strategic city of Changsha. Raised by his uncle, Military Commander Zhao Wei, after his parents' tragic death during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Ming has spent six years training as both warrior and scholar, preparing for a life of duty and honor. But when Ming's blood spatters onto his father's ancient jade pendant during a desperate battle with bandits, everything changes. The pendant—a dragon carving passed down through generations—awakens the Hall of Eternal Echoes, a supernatural system that connects him to the spirits of three legendary figures: Empress Lü, master of political intrigue; Zhang Liang, the virtuous strategist; and Hei Shan, the fierce protector whose survival instincts were forced upon Ming in a moment of mortal peril. As Ming navigates the treacherous waters of a collapsing empire, he must balance the competing demands of family loyalty and personal ambition. His uncle's protective love conflicts with Ming's growing desire to forge his own path, while two remarkable women complicate his heart: Fan Mei, a traditional noble beauty whose brother's heroic sacrifice bonds them in shared grief, and Mei Ying, a mysterious merchant's daughter whose hidden identity as a Lü Ying Clan operative makes her both invaluable ally and dangerous enigma. When corrupt officials force Ming into an impossible situation in the besieged city of Poyang, he must choose between the safety of imperial service and the perilous path of independence. With Yellow Turban remnants threatening innocent lives and political conspiracies unraveling around him, Ming discovers that the jade pendant's power comes with a price—and that the ancient spirits guiding him have their own unfinished business with the world of the living. Blood and Jade is an epic tale of coming-of-age in one of history's most turbulent periods, where supernatural guidance meets political reality, and a young man must decide whether to follow the path of duty or carve out his own destiny in a world where honor and survival often stand in deadly opposition. Set against the authentic backdrop of the Three Kingdoms period, this cultivation fantasy blends historical accuracy with supernatural elements, political intrigue with personal growth, and the weight of legacy with the promise of an uncertain but extraordinary future.
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
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