Legend of The Young Master
His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Saved
Li Xian judged his moment well. He had led the warriors of Tianqin off to the west almost a league along the river. A handful of Swamplings had tried to oppose him, his sword was wet with their hellish ichor, and it was as easy as taking the heads off fennel plants in his mother's garden.
And now— Oh, the glory.
He raised his arm, closed his fist, and turned his horse. "Halt!" he ordered. "Now turn to face the enemy!" It was not a royal command, but he had never led so many Warriors and did not know their commands in their language. So, he turned out of the line and cantered along the column. "Face me!" he called. "Come! Turn your horses!"
As soon as half a dozen Warriors understood him, they all understood. The great column, a thousand horses long, turned into a line a thousand horses wide as he cantered down the front, his spear held above his head, the royal arms of Tianqin sparkling on his chest.
Not a mere duke, but someday I will be a proper king.