Be the Dao Ancestor of all Heavens and Myriad Realms

Chapter 1: Where is my Diao Chan?

"The Han Dynasty has stood for over four thousand years, facing external remnants of the Yellow Turban Rebellion and internal turmoil caused by Dong Zhuo's misrule. At this critical juncture for the nation, only martial arts can ensure our strength and independence!" A middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a turban solemnly declared, "Xuan'er, you must diligently practice martial arts; the future of our Great Han Empire rests on your shoulders!"

Wang Xuan looked up at the sky speechlessly, his eyes filled with despair.

The future of the Great Han Empire rests on my shoulders? No way, I can't bear this burden. You should find someone else!

Wang Xuan was originally a white-collar worker on Earth with a little spare money, so he enjoyed browsing antique markets. After all, gold is valued in times of chaos, and antiques are valued in times of prosperity. In the peaceful and prosperous era of our Rabbit, the price of antiques has skyrocketed.

Who would have thought that after he bought a nine-story bronze pagoda, everything changed, and he was strangely transported to the late Eastern Han Dynasty!

The patriotic and concerned middle-aged man before him was Wang Xuan's father in this life, named Wang Yun. His adoptive father also held a prestigious position—one of the Three Dukes of the Han Empire, the Grand Minister of Works!

In the Han Dynasty's system, the Three Dukes and the Grand General were of equal rank, making them among the most powerful people besides the Emperor. Logically, being reborn as the son of the Grand Minister of Works should have been a start that would have crushed countless other transmigrators, but Wang Xuan felt no joy whatsoever.

The reason is simple: Situ Wang Yun. Doesn't that name sound familiar?

That's right, Wang Xuan's adoptive father in this life is the unlucky guy in history who used a beauty trap to kill Dong Zhuo, and whose whole family was eventually killed by the rebel army in Liangzhou!

Even worse, Dong Zhuo has now entered Luoyang, holding the emperor hostage and commanding the entire country. Wang Yun has no troops or territory, and his every move is under Dong Zhuo's watchful eye. Yet, he still dares to oppose the fat Dong, and the annihilation of his entire family is imminent!

Eight months ago, Fatty Dong deposed the young emperor and installed Liu Xie, the Prince of Chenliu, as the new emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Five months ago, a short man named Cao Cao was tricked by Wang Xuan's cheap father into using the pretext of offering the Seven-Star Sword to assassinate Fatty Dong. In the end, he failed and Cao Cao fled Luoyang in a panic.

Three months ago, Cao Cao raised his banner high, falsely claiming to be in the name of the emperor, and called on all the lords of the land to jointly attack Dong Zhuo. In an instant, heroes responded and the entire Guandong region rebelled!

The wheels of history are rolling forward, and time is running out for Wang Xuan. If things don't change soon, he probably won't have many years left to live.

As a time traveler, Wang Xuan naturally wanted to struggle, after all, he couldn't just lose face as a time traveler, could he?

However, he soon discovered with great sorrow that the world was completely different from what he had imagined!

Eight thousand years ago, Bai Qi of the Qin state killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers with a single spear in the Battle of Changping, thus becoming a god and being given the title of God of Slaughter. Did I hear that wrong?

Four thousand years ago, Xiang Yu was defeated at Gaixia and trapped in an ambush. In this desperate situation, Xiang Yu used his Overlord Halberd to shatter the heavens, attained godhood, and ascended to heaven with Yu Ji. People revered and feared him, honoring him as the God of War. What was the story behind this?

After witnessing firsthand how Dong Pangzi's proud and fierce soldiers unleashed a hundred-foot-long blade of light with a wave of their hand, shattering a small hill, Wang Xuan's worldview was finally shattered. He had no choice but to sadly accept the reality that this was not the Three Kingdoms world recorded in history books, but a mythical Three Kingdoms world where gods and demons roamed freely!

In the face of overwhelming force, strategy plays a negligible role. You must possess at least some military strength to contend with the enemy for your strategy to succeed. Otherwise, even if you lure the enemy into a trap and launch a blitzkrieg or flood the enemy's camp, they can simply fight their way out, rendering your strategy utterly useless.

Even though Wang Xuan was a time traveler, he wasn't confident that he could do better than his cheap father under the swords of the Xiliang cavalry.

Because he doesn't have any cheat codes!

Yes, Wang Xuan has been in this world for over half a year, and he still hasn't found any trace of his cheat system. Logically, the nine-story bronze tower that brought him to this world should be his cheat system, but he's searched his entire body and still can't find it…

What if you don't have a cheat code? You just chicken out...

Wasn't his cheap father planning to use a honey trap to get rid of Fatty Dong? Wang Xuan had already made up his mind to just kidnap Diao Chan and run away to Jiangdong, where there was less war!

Without Diao Chan, let's see how you use your beauty to your advantage. After all, Fatty Dong has high standards; not just any woman can bewitch him.

If Fatty Dong hadn't died, at least the Wang family wouldn't have been wiped out by the rebel army from Xiliang. Wang Xuan, basking in the coattails of being the son of the Grand Minister of Works, could live a comfortable life anywhere in the Han Empire.

However, it seemed as if fate was deliberately targeting Wang Xuan. Despite his countless schemes, where was his Diao Chan?!

"Father, is it really true that none of the singing girls in our family have ever worked in the imperial palace?" Wang Xuan persisted, staring intently at Wang Yun, and pressed on. He remembered reading in the book that Diao Chan was originally a female official in the Diao Chan Palace of the Han Dynasty imperial palace, in charge of the palace's clothing and headdresses, hence the name Diao Chan given to her by later generations.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yun glared at Wang Xuan and angrily cursed, "You good-for-nothing! With the country in peril, instead of learning martial arts to strengthen yourself, you're only thinking about finding some singing girls! I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

"Ah!" Wang Xuan screamed. Don't be fooled by his cheap father's scholarly appearance. In this world where gods and demons roam, everyone values martial arts, especially someone like Wang Yun, the head of a family that has been a powerful clan for thousands of years.

Even though Wang Yun's talent was average, with the accumulation of a large amount of resources, he had already entered the Dao through martial arts. If this were in Huang Yi's novel, he would have broken through the void.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Wang Xuan, clutching his buttocks, said righteously, "Father is right. From today onwards, I will follow you to learn martial arts and become a self-reliant and strong young man!"

Wang Yun withdrew his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

“This is my good son! You used to refuse to learn martial arts and always went out to fool around with those bad friends, but your father let you be. After all, with the reputation that our Wang family has accumulated over thousands of years, even if you are useless, you will still be able to hold a high position in the imperial court in the future and become one of the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers.”

"But things are different now. Dong Zhuo is in power now. He is a wolf that can never be satisfied!"

"Since Dong Zhuo's chaos in the capital, many aristocratic families have been destroyed. If you refuse to learn martial arts, how will you carry on the Wang family line if something unexpected happens to you in the future?"

Feeling the deep fatherly love in his father's words, Wang Xuan couldn't help but choke up a little.

During the six months or so that he had been transported here, Wang Yun doted on him immensely, even to the point of spoiling him.

Humans aren't plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? Over the past six months, Wang Xuan has gradually come to accept Wang Yun as his adopted father.

Wang Yun's desire for Wang Xuan to learn martial arts was undoubtedly for Wang Xuan's benefit. However, martial arts training requires years of accumulation. No matter how exceptional your talent, without decades of honing and diligent practice, you simply cannot stand out in this chaotic world.

Take Lü Bu for example. It is said that he has been cultivating for more than two hundred years, and with his exceptional talent, he has achieved his current level of cultivation.

If history hadn't changed, the Wang family's extermination would have been imminent, leaving no time for Wang Xuan to slowly learn martial arts. Was it even possible for an ordinary person with absolutely no martial arts skills to cultivate to a level capable of defying fate in just two short years?

It seems more reliable to find a few powerful generals to bring back. With Wang Xuan's understanding of history, plus the influence of Wang Yun, the Grand Minister of the Han Dynasty, it's more feasible to persuade a few powerful generals to come back and keep order. That's why Wang Xuan doesn't take martial arts training too seriously.

Now that his father insisted, Wang Xuan simply gave in. In any case, in this world where gods and demons roam, being able to learn a few skills, even if they weren't impressive, was better than being a weakling with no strength at all.

Chapter Two: The True Interpretation of Ziyang

Since his son had finally agreed to learn martial arts, Wang Yun quickly seized the opportunity to st

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