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I'm a Young Master, so what?

"My Fate, My Hands, The Heavenly Dao will not squeeze me down a pathetic path to my doom." Long Wei, the young master and crown prince of the Imperial Haven Empire, faces a challenging path to greatness. Despite being blessed with incredible talents like the Void Dragon-Phoenix God bloodline, Eternal Void Meridians, Transcendent Dao Physique, and Heaven Shrouding Eyes, he finds himself at odds with the Heavenly Dao. It feels as though fate is mocking him. As Long Wei strives to reach the top, he encounters adversaries who rise from obscurity, armed with unimaginable artifacts and abilities that rival his own. Enemies, hailing from the future aim to thwart his plans and bring about his downfall. System Wielders seek to exploit his talents for their own gains, while Transmigrators are determined to put an end to him. Additionally, he must confront his own set of enemies and ancient monsters who covet his talents to advance their own cultivation. To achieve godhood, Long Wei must delve deep within himself and face perilous battles, intricate schemes, and mysterious secrets that trace back to the ancient Chaos Era—the very beginning of the Myriad Realms. His success depends solely on his own determination, as the Heavens have turned their back on him. Will Long Wei overcome the dangers that lie ahead, or will he succumb to the doom that awaits him?.

Unholy_Dragon_God · Oriental
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Stuck In Long Wei's Shadow 3

In the desert on the other side of the planet, day gave into night, and winds picked up. The seething heat of the desert faded, replaced by an inexplicable cold that froze Feng Meng's bones. He rested his back against a pillar constructed from earth by one of the Saint Realm experts. They were all gathered around in one large circle, a flame flickering at their centre. 

Everyone's faces were draped in blue emotions, unaffected by the subtle warm heat exuded by the bright flame at their centre. Some of the Saints whispered amongst themselves, occasionally glancing at Feng Meng's lone figure. 

Dong Meirong draped her hands through her hair, gathering it all behind her before tying a ribbon around it. Lust flashed in a few of the so-called Saints eyes for a moment, when her pale neck cae into few. Someone cleared his throat, disrupting everyone's wandering thoughts. 

Feng Meng scoffed.