I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Book 6: Chapter 15: Lu Wu

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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.

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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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Dying in a tragic accident Marcus Ferrous gets transferred to a fantasy world of monsters and magic, except when he arrives contrary to what he expected he is now level one and a ghost. Left with nothing on a strange new world, Marcus will struggle with everything he has on his journey to get stronger and uncover the secrets of his new world.

[Female a Male O]

Lu Xi is wearing a book.

She became the cannon fodder ex-girlfriend of the hero in the book, and her end was not as miserable as usual.

The node she passed through was that the original owner was framed by another female partner.

This framing exposed her Alpha identity, and indirectly led to the secondary differentiation of the hero’s brother from Alpha to Omega.

Looking at the gloomy eyes of the hero’s brother, Lu Xi felt that he might not live long.

Wen Qingmo once changed from A to O, this huge change was really hard for him to accept.

Wen Qingmo, who claims that he would never succumb to an Alpha, would never have imagined that in the near future, he would embrace the “culprit” that made him become O, and plead in a low voice:

“Just tag me for the rest of your life… okay?”

—-small theater—-

Someday after being together.

The female supporting role came to threaten Lu Xi: “I am pregnant with Wen Qingmo’s child, but in fact he doesn’t love you at all!”

Lu Xi touched Wen Qingmo’s belly, which was about to be full-term, and said casually: “Oh, really, but Qingmo is obviously carrying my child.”

Female supporting role:? ? ?

The female protagonist who is soft on the outside but hard on the inside x decent male protagonist / Lu Xi x Wen Qingmo / the male protagonist will get pregnant!

(This plot will be written in more detail, pay attention to lightning protection) The first chapter has mine clearance, you must read it! ! ! ! !
Generally speaking, it’s a cookie, he, sc, female A male O, female attacking male receiving

Content tags: fantasy space sweet text through the book
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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…