(I owe everyone 10 chapters.) [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)
Read Creator's Thoughts afterwards, please.
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900 years ago, in a world segregated from the realm of humans — mortals — in its entirety, an oracle descended upon the clan of Spirit Foxes.
The oracle that descended was grand, it was sacred as it was carrying the mandate of heaven. It brought with itself tremendous news that shook the Spirit Realm to its core.
"In Pyre's embrace, a creature of flame aborn,
Ten tails aflame, destiny hath sworn.
Through a millenia, it shall ascend,
To realms divine, where dreams transcend."
The moment the prophecy was made, the Spirit Fox clan rejoiced, taking pride in the fact that one day, someone will be born who's destiny was to their god.
A god they had yet to have in ages.
So the clan waited and waited, everyday and every night passing by in the anticipation of the child of prophecy.