Bloodthirsty Mercenary Goddess: The Dark and Cunning King
Everyone called her useless, scorned and despised by all. It was one thing for the world to look down on her, but even her own sisters bullied and humiliated her. When she was buried as a sacrificial companion, she returned to life three years later, only to find shameless people vying to curry her favor. What did it matter if one was an emperor? In the end, he too heeded her counsel, only to be outwitted and become the laughingstock of the people. The infamous Demon King, whose name shook the world, trailed after her like a shadow. The all-knowing Intelligence Pavilion? She had created it with ease, as if on a whim. Watch as she, once branded worthless, rises from the ashes—her brilliance dazzling all—outwitting foes, battling with both courage and cunning, and undergoing a true rebirth!
Bloodthirsty Mercenary Goddess: The Dark and Cunning King
Ancient continent, the Kingdom of Mochi.
Beneath the vast heavens, within a cave carved into a precipitous mountain peak.
This was the burial place of the emperor, as well as the site where his concubines were interred with him.
Below the mountain cave, a massive three-tiered warship floated upon the sea. On its deck stood rows of guards clad in black uniforms, their expressions cold and severe, unmoving like statues.
To enter the emperor’s tomb so openly, without concealment, spoke volumes of the power wielded by the intruder.
Inside the stone cave, a man robed in black held a compass in his hand. The needle spun ceaselessly, clearly seeking its direction.
Suddenly, the needle settled, pointing straight toward the entrance of another cavern.
Chi Yuan cried out, “The compass has locked onto a position! Could my sister-in-law’s missing soul and Father’s coffin be in the same place?”
Chi Mie, who was holding the compass, glanced at Chi Yuan, his voice cool and detached: “Our purpose here is to find the soul.”
His meaning was clear: do not concern yourself with anything else.
Chi Yuan, somewhat abashed, rubbed his nose and said, “Shouldn’t we pay our respects to Father’s coffin? Otherwise, might he never rest in peace?”
It did seem rather rebellious.
Yet coming to the imperial tomb to search for a woman’s soul was already disturbing his father’s repose. What use were such concerns now?
“If you wish to remain here as a burial companion, I can oblige you.” Chi Mie’s tone was icy as he strode in the
