Fate's Twists and Turns

Zeng Anmin had accumulated over a hundred million in savings by the age of thirty, retiring early to enjoy his golden years.

A two-story villa spanning three hundred square meters, with a massive crystal chandelier.

And a different sister waking up with him every day...

The corners of his mouth were always turned up.

However, after waking up again, the corners of his mouth that were ready to curl up froze.

Zeng Anmin blinked hard, but he couldn't change the scene before his eyes.

Sandalwood fragrance filled the air, and the sounds of silk and bamboo were jarring.

All the furnishings in the room were antique.

"Transmigrated?"

Zeng Anmin's eyes were vacant, and he mumbled, "I finally made it to the bourgeoisie, and I've only enjoyed half of my life..."

"I was about to play the new game I just downloaded, 'Black Horse Lou', and now I'm going to become a real horse?!"

But then, a strange yet familiar memory in his mind silenced him.

"The Sacred Dynasty has a history of six hundred years... Body Cultivators, Dao Cultivators, Confucian cultivators, Buddhist Cultivators..."

"My father is a powerful figure in the Embrace Flame Realm as a Confucian cultivator? And a high-ranking official in charge of a region? A legendary Grand Governor?"

"I'm a profligate son who indulges in debauchery, corrupts morals, and lives a life of pleasure?!"

The corners of Zeng Anmin's mouth slowly curved into a surprisingly wide arc:

"Well, that's fine then."

As a successful person with a high level of literary cultivation in his previous life.

He understood a fundamental truth.

Children from wealthy families couldn't necessarily do whatever they pleased.

But those with power certainly could!

Especially in this kind of feudal society.

Zeng Anmin marveled at the various luxurious and ornate decorations in his room.

Several idioms immediately sprang to mind:

Living in luxury, extravagant decorations, ivory chopsticks and jade cups.

"No, Zeng Anmin, how can you be so decadent?"

"This decadent feudal society deserves your great character to criticize it even more!"

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the door outside, his expression extremely serious.

He was ready to start by inspecting the corruption of this feudal society!

Zeng Anmin imitated the tone of his predecessor, his voice arrogant but his gaze determined:

"Let's start by criticizing the thieves and whores!"

On his first day after transmigrating, everything was new to Zeng Anmin.

He was eager to go out and explore.

The door was roughly pushed open, making a sudden sound.

"Bang!!"

The intricately carved rosewood door slammed hard against the doorframe.

Zeng Anmin winced.

The craftsmanship of this wooden door alone would be worth at least two hundred thousand in later generations.

Most importantly, this wooden door was a work of art.

An old man with a solemn expression entered from outside the door.

He looked grave, and his voice was tinged with urgency:

"Young Master, hurry and leave, your father has been imprisoned!"

This old man was dressed in fine brocade, walked with a powerful stride, his temples slightly bulging, and a sharp glint in his cloudy eyes.

Zeng Anmin's mind instantly recalled memories of the old man.

Uncle Qi, his father's personal old servant, the most loyal lackey of the Zeng family, a Body Cultivator in the Sheng Pin Realm.

"What did you say?"

Zeng Anmin asked the old man, looking astonished.

Uncle Qi then flashed forward, his toes barely touching the ground, making no sound, and he was already in front of Zeng Anmin.

The speed was so great that Zeng Anmin's eyes couldn't keep up.

Uncle Qi grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door, "People from the Xuanjing Division are about to arrive at the manor!"

"Master left many contingency plans at his old home in Feng Prefecture, we'll disguise ourselves and sneak away!"

Zeng Anmin felt a surge of strength and couldn't help but follow Uncle Qi.

This single sentence was like a bolt from the blue.

Boom!!

Zeng Anmin's expression froze on his face, and he felt a roaring in his ears.

The dream of riding eagles and hunting with dogs hadn't even had time to fully form before it turned to bubbles in an instant.

As he walked, his gaze remained fixed on Uncle Qi, asking with uncertainty, "My father is an official appointed by the court. Without His Majesty's imperial decree, who would dare arrest my father and throw him in prison?!"

Although he was just a pseudo-history enthusiast, he also knew that for a Grand Governor of a region, unless it was a matter of utmost importance, how could he be so inexplicably imprisoned without any warning?

The lawless one was Yuan Chonghuan, and even he needed the Imperial Sword to dare execute Mao Wenlong.

Not to mention that his father, besides his literary achievements, was also one of the Sacred Dynasty's rare high-ranking Confucian cultivators?!

The reason the Sacred Dynasty had remained strong despite hundreds of years of friction with the Demon Race was precisely because Confucian cultivators were extremely effective against them!

Although Confucian cultivators didn't focus on cultivating physical strength, on the battlefield against the Demon Race, a simple word of sage wisdom could be worth thousands of soldiers!

"The Imperial Inspector entered the manor and detained Master in prison on the charge of colluding with the Demon Race."

Colluding with the Demon Race?!

The Great Sage Dynasty and the Southern Border demons had been at war for hundreds of years, it was already an irreconcilable situation.

This charge alone was enough to warrant exterminating nine generations of kin!

He no longer hesitated, casually grabbing the valuable items on the table and stuffing them into his embrace, preparing to make a run for it:

"The journey will be difficult, Uncle Qi, you should also take more precious items."

Having died once, he cherished his life more than anyone else.

Moreover, the contingency plans laid out by the Grand Governor should be enough for him to live out his life without a care.

Uncle Qi looked at Zeng Anmin's bulging chest, his expression stiffening slightly.

At this moment, shouldn't he be more concerned about Master?

The two moved extremely quickly, and before long, they had reached the outside of the manor gates.

Zeng Anmin stopped, looking at the scene before him, and his heart held no more illusions.

Uncle Qi also stopped, his eyes stern, staring fixedly ahead.

"By order of the Inspector, we are arresting the criminal's family members. If any unauthorized personnel obstruct us, their life or death is irrelevant!!"

A burly man with a powerful voice rode a tall horse, holding a long, pale spear, looking down from above.

Behind him, a team of over a hundred black-robed figures had completely surrounded the Zeng manor.

The common folk on the street instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

The burly man's eyes were extremely sharp, and his diagonally slanted eyebrows further accentuated his fierce gaze.

A great pressure emanated from him, striking Zeng Anmin from ten paces away.

"Young Master Zeng, where are you headed?"

The burly man said with a half-smile, his voice like a bell.

Thump thump thump

Zeng Anmin's heart sank.

The immense pressure bore down on him, rendering him unable to move.

However, Uncle Qi's large hand was slowly shielding his lower back, preventing him from appearing too disheveled.

He recognized this burly man.

Wang Daoyuan, a Ji Pin Realm Body Cultivator from the Xuanjing Division.

In his previous life, he would have been considered a diamond-level player.

But in front of his father, he was nothing more than a dog.

Clip-clop clip-clop

With every step of the warhorse, a sense of oppression was stirred up.

"I was just planning to go out and play. Captain Wang, would you care to join? Anmin is treating."

Zeng Anmin feigned ease, replying to Wang Daoyuan.

Starting out in hell right after transmigration, it would be hard for anyone to accept.

"Heh."

Wang Daoyuan smirked, tilting his chin:

"This official doesn't have the leisure for such things."

After speaking, he coldly waved his hand:

"Take him down!"

Just as two people stepped forward from the group.

Uncle Qi, however, surged forward, firmly blocking Zeng Anmin behind him.

He looked down with disdain, his voice ancient and powerful, not putting Wang Daoyuan in his eyes at all:

"You filth, you think you're worthy of laying hands on Young Master?!"

Hearing this, Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up.

Confidence immediately flooded his heart.

A Body Cultivator who had followed his father for so long wouldn't be bad!

"Hmph, an old dog asking for death."

Wang Daoyuan chuckled lightly, his long spear merely flicking out, feeling as if it had no strength, slowly extending towards the two of them.

Uncle Qi's gaze was extremely serious. He directly lunged forward, tapping the ground a few times with his toes, and a long whip appeared in his hand.

"Slap~"

After the spear and whip met, Uncle Qi was fast to attack and fast to retreat.

With a "bang," he lay on the ground, trembled a few times, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

It even landed on Zeng Anmin's face.

After that, he lay still, his life or death unknown...

Zeng Anmin was stunned.

Wait, he talked so big.

Turns out he was just a weakling??

Then why was he acting so tough earlier?

Before he could even speak, two burly men came up and surrounded him, tying him up securely in no time.

"Slap!"

Wang Daoyuan's horsewhip left a bloody gash on Zeng Anmin's arm.

His gaze was grim:

"Don't play dumb to stall for time, move it!"

Without explanation, two Xuanjing Division guards in black stepped forward, pulling and dragging him.

The grand Zeng Manor behind them finally descended into chaos.

The Xuanjing Division's Red-robed Guards, like wolves and tigers, entered the manor and began their usual work.

Countless panicked screams echoed...

Having been suppressed all the way, Zeng Anmin remained silent.

He hadn't recovered from his aversion to blood.

"Dada-da." The sound of horse hooves gradually arose.

Wang Daoyuan's voice condensed into a thin line, piercing Zeng Anmin's ears.

"Kid, there were too many people just now, Uncle had to save face."

"Lord Zeng has been framed and entered the Xuanjing Division's Imperial Prison."

"The case files are already written, just waiting to arrest your whole family and seal the coffin!"

Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up, glancing at Wang Daoyuan.

Wang Daoyuan, mounted on his horse, looked straight ahead with a calm expression.