Wu Jiu Dian Novels

A major incident has shaken the martial world: The young master of the top noble family in Dongzhou has gone missing! Rumor has it that, on a sudden whim, he wanted to taste the legendary Snowbrew. But then, he encountered a once-in-ten-millennia blizzard and was swept into the treacherous Polar Wasteland— No trace of him has been found, alive or dead. The news sent shockwaves far and wide. Young Master Qiu is famously peerlessly beautiful, delicate yet spoiled, with a terrible temper. Now, that Polar Wasteland is a land of eternal winter, teeming with savage beasts—a place only the most wicked of fiends are banished to. Everyone agreed: The young master would be frozen into shards on his very first day! ………… The noble sects, at the Qiu family’s request, marched grandly into the Polar Wasteland. Finding the young master was just an excuse; their real goal was to exploit the wealth of Dongzhou’s top family to plunder the wasteland. Yet, when they were chased by ferocious beasts and stumbled狼狈 into a snowy valley, everyone froze in shock: Fearsome fiends of all sizes bustled about, hauling bricks and stacking walls. All manner of savage beasts wagged their tails eagerly, playing obedient and dumb. The valley was adorned with jade trees and crystalline branches—a glittering, frost-kissed paradise. And that delicate young master who was supposed to be frozen into shards...? Draped in a cloak woven from phoenix feathers, perched atop the mighty head of the Snow Wolf King, toying with the slender fingers of the most terrifying silver-eyed fiend— He flashed them a grin, baring his mischievous fangs: *"This valley is mine to claim, this wasteland tamed by my hand. If you wish to pass through—* *Leave your fortunes behind."* The noble sects: !!!

Qiu Bodeng transmigrated into the novel *Annals of the Gods* as the number one delinquent. This delinquent is fair-skinned and stunningly beautiful, clad in dazzling red robes, and relies on his terrifyingly high seniority to wreak havoc everywhere—until he finally wrecks himself to death. Logically, with such a script, one should strive to be a better person and cling to the protagonist’s golden thigh for survival. However, Qiu Bodeng did the math and realized that from the start of the plot to his eventual demise, there’s a full eight! hundred! years! —Eight centuries of unrestrained, carefree living versus groveling for survival? Nah. Time to embrace chaos. Thus, the immortal sects discovered their little ancestor had become even more outrageous: Today, roasting Elder Jun’s phoenix. Tomorrow, fishing up Elder Ye’s kunpeng. The day after… The day after, he went down the mountain alone! The entire sect: Holy shit! Will our little grandmaster survive the first day? Not only did the little grandmaster survive—he thrived, amassing a band of troublemaking friends spanning the three realms: The Medicine Valley master’s son who can’t heal, the shameless scrooge of the Shanhai Pavilion, the Buddhist Sect’s disgrace who won’t help the poor, the Ghost Valley’s fraud who can’t divine… Eventually, even the upright protagonist was led astray. Thus, the First Delinquent Alliance was born. Everyone assumed the three realms were doomed. Until the day the Primordial Abyss emerged, and the Heavenly Dao collapsed. The Medicine Valley heir poisoned legions of demons. The discarded disciple of the Beast Taming Sect transforms into the Azure Dragon. The Buddhist Sect’s disgrace summoned the nine-turn bodhi… And leading the alliance’s delinquents, Qiu Bodeng— Clad in red, he severed the Primordial with a single sword.

His iron cavalry swept up a storm, his ships wove a net. He dominated the four seas, he was the king of the world...Zhu Chi, unwilling to die, made a deal with the devil for a chance to survive in another world. A new body, young, vibrant, full of life. Finally free from the smell of hospital medicine, Zhu Chi smiled with joy. Soon, as he accepted his new identity, the smile faded from his face. He, clad in royal robes, crowned as emperor, ruled thirty-six states, the sole emperor of the western continent. He, tyrannical, waged wars at will, built carriages of gold, scorned divine authority and humiliated the church—a tyrant. The devil is indeed the devil, crafty, cunning, sinister. Now, restored to health, Zhu Chi must face those who bear him great hatred: the noble stripped of his title, the cardinal deliberately suppressed, the merchant leader whose wealth was seized, and... an assassination attempt in seven days. If nothing goes wrong, he will be exiled in four months, then hanged before the Mourn Tower. Zhu Chi: Excellent. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, smiling: So what if I'm a tyrant? If I want, even a tyrant can rule the land. [I want the Rose King's banner to fly across the continent, the eternal glory of the sun, the people to bow as the golden carriage passes. Because I—was born to be king.]