Chapter 1 Playboy and Hero 

As the sun sets, a grand imperial palace gate stands tall, with luxurious carriages parked in front of it. At the imperial court meeting, the Emperor of Great Qin has ordered that to honor the champion marquis for his outstanding military achievements, each family must send a young person to accompany the Crown Prince to welcome him. Before his arrival, a green and black war chariot made entirely of warm jade catches people's attention. "What the hell! This scum disappeared for three years and was rumored to be dead. Why has he reappeared?" "What the hell, how can someone addicted to pleasure-seeking disappear for three years without a trace?" "A small piece of black jade is enough for a family of four to live without worries, yet he made the entire carriage out of black jade! He really is a spendthrift!" "The heir of the infamous Demon King can't even cultivate. Such rubbish, staying here would only bring shame to himself, right?" "..."

The crowd watching suddenly exploded with anger. Some people cursed out loud, the culprit of this imperial city was actually still alive. There is an old saying that a curse will last for a thousand years, so if you curse me, you are actually wishing me a long life! Don't treat me so well, I'll be touched!

At this moment, a young man who was called a scum, a waste, and a bastard by many people was lazily leaning on the thigh of a woman, leisurely drinking tea.

The four women around him were all stunningly beautiful, with slender figures, long legs, and slim waists that could be held with one hand, like a lotus flower that bloomed after the rain. They crouched quietly in front of Zhao Yang, elegantly making tea for him.

Zhao Yang looked at these four women, who had become more charming in the past three years, and he was even thinking about whether to cheat them to talk about their life ideals and discuss the depth of life tonight.

As the second son of the Demon King, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The Demon King was a legend of the Great Qin Dynasty, with amazing cultivation skills that were rumored to be able to move mountains and seas with just a flick of his hand. He led the imperial family to suppress hundreds of thousands of demon beasts, with unparalleled power. He had trained countless elite soldiers in battles against demon beasts, and had even formed a massive army that was enough to make anyone shudder, including the imperial family.

Zhao Yang felt that he should be like a prodigal son, living a luxurious and extravagant life in this world, enjoying the snow and moon, and becoming a notorious and despised prodigal son. It was a compensation for the world. Unfortunately, his ideal was stifled three years ago.

"Lord Zhao Yang! Where were you three years ago?" lying on Zhao Yang's thigh was a maid named Xueer, with big watery eyes, who had always been curious about Zhao Yang. They had been personal maids to the second son since childhood, but they didn't know what Zhao Yang had been doing for the past three years.

"I am practicing!" Zhao Yang smiled and looked up and down at the four maids. It had been three years since he had seen them, and all four of them had grown taller and more shapely. "Young Master, you're joking!" "Master, don't be silly!" Xue'er rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that everyone in the imperial city knew he had no skills or talents. He was good at flirting with married women, but as for practicing... Young Master, you'd better forget about it!

Zhao Yang looked at the expressions of the four women and slapped himself on the forehead. He decided that after he returned home, he would talk to them about his life and let them see that he was a cultured, ambitious, and elegant young man.

As Zhao Yang pondered, he looked at the four women and wondered where he should start with his philosophy of life. Under Zhao Yang's gaze, the faces of the four women turned red. They thought of how Zhao Yang had always loved to talk to them about life and dreams since they were young. Bai Zhu rolled her eyes at Zhao Yang and said, "You've been gone for three years. How many women did you deceive into talking about life and dreams with you?"

Deceive, cheat, and swindle? Thinking back on the past three years, in such a remote place, if he could hook up with a girl, that would be great. If he couldn't deceive a girl, then there would be a pile of female skeletons. Oh, and he also swindled a bunch of men. Of course, the four women couldn't know about this. If they found out that he had slept with a bunch of men, they might kill themselves to prove that their sexual orientation was correct.

"Even the heavens are jealous of this young master, do I still need to deceive women? In the past three years, I've been surrounded by so many birds and beauties, my body can hardly take it." Zhao Yang casually made up a bunch of nonsense. "You know, I just want to be a quiet and handsome man."

As he spoke, Zhao Yang looked at the four women, who all looked at him with a skeptical gaze. This made Zhao Yang feel guilty. He had been doing shady things with a group of men for the past three years, and he couldn't let them find out. It would lower his attractiveness. Zhao Yang remained calm and changed the subject, "Hmm, the carriage is stuffy. Xue'er, press the button."

Xue'er pressed a button on the carriage, and the walls of the carriage immediately opened up and cleverly assembled into a pavilion.

Zhao Yang and his four companions appeared in front of many prominent families without any cover. Everyone's attention was focused on the four women, who exuded an ethereal air and squatted elegantly in front of Zhao Yang. The green table before them was shrouded in a light white mist, emitting a faint fragrance that made people feel comfortable both physically and mentally. Their every move was graceful, as if they were a part of the painting and merged with the universe while making tea. It seemed as if there was only the teahouse between heaven and earth, emanating a light tea fragrance.

Many young scions from aristocratic families nearby couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "This bastard is really enjoying himself, I envy him so much!" They looked at the four beauties with envy. It was not difficult to find four women as beautiful as they were, but where did Zhao Yang get such an aura?

Among these aristocrats, the most eye-catching was the prince dressed in golden robes. He looked at Zhao Yang lying on the bed with some doubt and hesitation, but ultimately he turned and walked toward the pavilion where the car was located.

"It's been three years. Can I offer you a drink?" he asked.

"Who are you? Get down!" Zhao Yang glanced at him, thinking that this guy really thought he could drink for free and even dared to ride on his coattails. Dream on!

As soon as this was said, the whole room was in an uproar. They all stared at Zhao Yang, unable to believe that he would dare to reprimand a prince of a country like this. Was he crazy?

No one would think that Zhao Yang did not know this prince, as evidenced by the set of python robes he was wearing, indicating his status.

"Zhao Yang, shut up! You...!" The crown prince was furious, feeling as if he had been slapped hard in the face. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Zhao Yang didn't even look at him directly, thinking that he and the prince were not very close. Besides, he was not a great beauty, nor did he have any big beauty status, so he didn't need to be polite.

The prince saw that Zhao Yang didn't even bother to acknowledge him, and immediately clenched his fists, with flames and blood vessels jumping on his fists. He was extremely angry. Did these people look down on the royal family? Did they want to rebel or something?!

"Master!" A serving girl called out. Xue'er took Zhao Yang's hand, and when she saw the blood vessels bulging on his fists, she was also very worried. After all, this was a prince.

"When will he be back, Xue'er?" Zhao Yang still ignored the prince, feeling a little down when he thought of the person he was looking for.

"About fifteen minutes!" Xue'er put her hand gently on his back, causing many powerful people to want to take him away.

The fragrance of tea still lingered in the air, and the entire room fell silent. The Crown Prince glared at Zhao Yang, but when he remembered the words "Demon King," his clenched fists finally relaxed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Suddenly, the city gate began to shake, and the ground trembled. A powerful aura emanated from the gate, accompanied by a crushing pressure that made many people turn pale. The sound was almost piercing their ears, as if an army was approaching.

"Zhao Wu has returned!" The members of many large clans changed their expressions. They were here on orders to receive the champion of the Great Qin Empire.

[Zhao Wu] This is a legend about a boy who was abandoned but was discovered by the Demon King, who treated him as his own child and taught him how to practice and how to use weapons. At the age of ten, Zhao Wu followed the Demon King to battle and eventually emerged as a military leader at the age of fifteen. He swept through countless fierce creatures in the Western region and gained fame as the first marquis and the number one person in the Great Qin Empire.

He was the most dazzling figure in the imperial city, making everyone bow to him. In his eyes, everyone else was overshadowed.

This was Zhao Wu, the one and only Zhao Wu, who was hailed as a boy who could surpass the Demon King and had already led his own army. He was even able to confront the Demon King at this moment.

Wrong! It was a confrontation! Zhao Qiang was brought up by the Demon King, but he split from him and became a separate branch of the royal family, suppressing the Western Demon Mountain.

Many people looked at Zhao Yang with a strange gaze. The Demon King was such a hero, but his adopted son and biological son... If the champion was the Demon King's own son, how much more powerful would the Demon King's family be? Unfortunately, the two biological sons of the Zhao family were at odds, and it was rumored that Zhao Wu had once plotted against the Demon King's eldest son, and the missing ear of the Demon King's eldest son was the price. Although this was not confirmed, there was no smoke without fire.

Zhao Yang was pleased to be looked at by so many people. He really did attract more attention than Zhao Wu. He was good-looking, and it was obvious with just one look!

With the thunderous sound, Xueer trembled.

"My former big brother has arrived!" Zhao Yang smiled slightly, looking at the rising dust from more and more cavalry, he patted Xue'er, comforted her, then walked to the edge of the carriage and silently watched everything in front of him.

The cavalry were getting closer and closer, their warhorses getting faster and faster, with one person in the lead, leading dozens of cavalry, charging towards the city gate. The momentum was so overwhelming that it made people tremble with fear.

The cavalry's movements were swift, like a gust of wind, rushing towards them. Zhao Yang's carriage was in the middle of this main road, moving at almost the same speed as those cavalry. The ferocious cavalry continued to move forward without slowing down, causing many people to change their expressions and hastily dodge.

Only Zhao Yang was left, with a stunning woman leaning beside him, her face pale and motionless.

This scene made many people's hearts chill, thinking that this guy was too bold, wouldn't he die when the iron cavalry hit him like a hurricane?

In the blink of an eye, the iron cavalry arrived, showing no signs of slowing down. Many people thought Zhao Yang would be scared out of his wits, but instead, he stood there with a smile on his face.

When the cavalry charged to within a few feet of Zhao Yang, they suddenly pulled on the reins, stopping abruptly. Their four front legs were lifted high in the air, emitting a deafening roar. Dozens of cavalry stopped in unison, their heads held high, running wildly in mid-air, their momentum astonishing, intimidating everyone's soul.

Zhao Wu, with his imposing manner, wearing battle armor, suppressed the ferocious beast cavalry. While Zhao Yang, dressed in his luxurious clothes and holding the beautiful woman, was lazy and wanton, with the woman's black hair flying between his fingers, his voice echoing in his ears.

One was a young martial god who had killed many demons, the other a playboy.

The two were in stark contrast, and it seemed clear who was right and who was wrong, the victory and defeat were already determined.