"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

A eunuch's shrill voice rang in Xiao Mo's ears.

Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a person dressed as a eunuch.

Looking at this enormous room, in an instant, memories flooded into Xiao Mo's mind.

In his previous life, Xiao Mo was an orphan who worked his way through school and got into university, then found a job after graduation.

Just when life was getting better day by day, Xiao Mo was walking on a national highway when he was hit by a large truck.

Xiao Mo had transmigrated into the body of an emperor who was also named "Xiao Mo" but his predecessor's situation was not very good because the previous emperor had no heirs, Xiao Mo was adopted.

After the previous emperor passed away, he entrusted Xiao Mo to four ministers, but Yan Shan'ao gradually monopolized power, formed factions, and acted tyrannically. He even killed Su Su, who was also a regent minister.

Moreover, the current Empress Dowager was Yan Shan'ao's sister.

These two worked together, one inside and one outside the palace.

Now, he, the emperor, was nothing more than a figurehead.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine," Wei Xun said, holding a medicine bowl and serving at Xiao Mo's side.

Wei Xun was Xiao Mo's personal eunuch who had once served the previous emperor.

Although Wei Xun appeared to obey Yan Shan'ao's every command on the surface, in reality, Xiao Mo knew in his heart that he was still loyal to him.

After Xiao Mo drank the bitter medicine, a palace maid walked in and reported, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister heard that Your Majesty caught a slight cold and came especially to visit Your Majesty."

"Quickly let the Prime Minister in," Xiao Mo hurriedly said, about to get out of bed to greet him.

Although Xiao Mo was very dissatisfied with Yan Shan'ao, he still had to act the part.

Moreover, by acting harmless, he could deceive the other party, then he could find an opportunity to eliminate Yan Shan'ao.

Shortly after, a middle-aged man wearing a long sword strode in, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "This minister pays respects to Your Majesty."

Looking at Yan Shan'ao's appearance, Xiao Mo's eyes narrowed.

Wearing a sword into the palace, this showed how little the other party regarded him, the emperor.

"Prime Minister Father, there's no need for such formality," Xiao Mo hurriedly stepped forward and helped Yan Shan'ao to his feet, "Prime Minister Father, why did you come?"

"This minister heard that Your Majesty caught a slight cold and came to check on Your Majesty's dragon body."

As he spoke, Yan Shan'ao looked at the several palace maids in the room.

"Someone come, drag these palace maids out and behead them. They can't even take good care of His Majesty, what use are they?"

"Prime Minister, spare our lives!"

The several palace maids were so frightened that they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Some eunuchs walked in to drag these palace maids away.

How could Xiao Mo not know that Yan Shan'ao was deliberately killing these palace maids to show him?

The reason was that not long ago, Wang Can, the Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, had secretly entered the palace to find his predecessor to discuss eliminating the "traitor."

As a result, Yan Shan'ao found out but Wang Can was the second-in-command of the Censorate, and the Great Zhou's censoring officials could not be easily killed even by the emperor.

So Wang Can was demoted and sent away from the capital by Yan Shan'ao under some pretext.

By killing these palace maids, Yan Shan'ao wanted to express, "Your Majesty, you must not have any other ideas. Everything around you is under my control."

"Prime Minister Father, the previous emperor always taught me to have a benevolent heart. These palace maids' crimes do not warrant death. Let them leave the palace," Xiao Mo slowly said.

Yan Shan'ao stared at Xiao Mo for a moment before speaking, "Since Your Majesty says so, then give each of them ten heavy beatings and let them leave the palace."

Yan Shan'ao waved his hand, having the eunuchs drag the palace maids out.

"Your Majesty must take good care of the dragon body. This minister will personally select several palace maids to care for Your Majesty."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Prime Minister Father," Xiao Mo showed an honest and simple smile.

"Then Your Majesty should rest well. This minister will take his leave first."

"Prime Minister Father, take care. Eunuch Wei, see the Prime Minister off."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After seeing Yan Shan'ao off, Xiao Mo lay back on the bed and couldn't help but think of a phrase, "My life has been like walking on thin ice. Can I really reach the other shore?"

Just as Xiao Mo was sighing with emotion, a book appeared in his mind.

The cover had three characters written on it: Book of a Hundred Lives.

At Xiao Mo's mental command, the scroll opened by itself, and characters floated out from within:

[Book of a Hundred Lives. Using this book, the host can create characters and experience different lives.

In each life, the host will receive different tasks. Completing tasks will yield certain rewards.

Do you wish to use it?]

Xiao Mo decisively chose "Use!"

[Please write down the name of the character you wish to create]

Xiao Mo thought for a moment. Since he was experiencing life anyway, he might as well use his original name directly for better immersion.

[Avatar "Xiao Mo" has been created.]

The Book of a Hundred Lives released tremendous suction like a black hole.

Xiao Mo's consciousness was instantly absorbed into it.

Shortly after, as his consciousness recovered, Xiao Mo found himself standing in front of a wooden hut on a mountain.

The Book of a Hundred Lives appeared again in Xiao Mo's mind:

[The host has established a new avatar named Xiao Mo.

The time flow within the Book of a Hundred Lives is one hundred times faster than the outside world.

When the host's consciousness leaves the Book of a Hundred Lives, time within the book will pause.]

[Character Background: You are the son of Prince Jing Xiao Jing of Liang Kingdom. Your talent is average, but your father cannot stand your mediocrity.

When you were eight years old, your father knocked you unconscious and transplanted a natural sword bone from a little girl into your body. They deceived you into believing it was a sword bone that awakened later.

From then on, you became a sword prodigy. At only eighteen years old, you are already a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator.

But you are upright in character. When you learned that your sword bone came from a little girl, and that the little girl became a cripple after having her sword bone forcibly removed, you were greatly shocked.

You had a big fight with your family, ran away from home, and joined the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, becoming an idle elder of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect. At the same time, you kept searching for that little girl's whereabouts, wanting to use everything you had to compensate her.]

[Task Issued: The little girl you're looking for is named Jiang Qingyi. She will appear on Xuanwu Street in Black Wind City (the system will continuously locate Jiang Qingyi's position for the host until you find her). Please bring her up the mountain and teach her swordsmanship.

Task duration is fifty years.

When the task is settled, the higher Jiang Qingyi's cultivation level, the richer the host's rewards will be.]

"Fifty years... Fortunately, the time in the Book of a Hundred Lives flows one hundred times faster than the outside world, otherwise I wouldn't be able to complete this task even if I died."

Xiao Mo withdrew his attention from the Book of a Hundred Lives and found a pond to look at his reflection.

This avatar looked exactly like him in his previous life.

This was good, it gave him better immersion.

Taking the long sword from the table, Xiao Mo headed straight down the mountain.

"Selling steamed buns!"

"Fresh hot steamed buns!"

On Xuanwu Street in Black Wind City, the steamed bun shop owner was enthusiastically hawking his wares.

A small, short-haired beggar in tattered hemp clothes, thin and covered in dirt, whose gender was indiscernible, was sneakily approaching.

Taking advantage of the owner's inattention, the little beggar wrapped several buns in dirty cloth and ran!

"It's you stealing buns again!"

The owner reacted and chased after with a rolling pin.

"Stop right there! This time I'm definitely going to break your legs!"