Central Plains, Qian Kingdom, the capital city.
Inside an inn.
The newly crowned *Zhuangyuan*, Wei Jun, awoke from a dream.
Then, his body began to tremble ever so slightly.
Not from fear, but from excitement.
Wei Jun had originally thought that yesterday, when he became the *Zhuangyuan* and paraded through the streets on horseback, it was the pinnacle of his life. But today, he had changed his mind.
*Zhuangyuan*? What's that worth?
He was about to become the Heavenly Emperor.
He had awakened his past life memories.
He, Wei Jun, was the reincarnation of one of the most powerful Heavenly Emperors across all heavens and myriad realms.
The Heavenly Court, established by the Heavenly Emperor before his transmigration, radiated across all heavens and myriad realms, with countless powerful experts under its command, making it one of the strongest big shots in the myriad realms.
But even so, it was still "one of."
As the Heavenly Emperor, he had to be unique, unparalleled.
The Heavenly Emperor possessed great determination, great perseverance, and great divine abilities. He knew that conventional cultivation methods would not allow him to surpass the other big shots of his level. Coupled with several complex reasons, he ultimately chose to undergo tribulations and re-cultivate:
After one hundred thousand reincarnations and transmigrations, with his tribulations complete, he would be able to break through his previous realm, advance further, and become the truly supreme and unparalleled Heavenly Emperor.
And this current life was Wei Jun's one hundred thousandth transmigration.
Because his meritorious deeds were nearing completion, the preparations the Heavenly Emperor had made beforehand had activated, allowing Wei Jun in this life to understand the past causes and future effects.
For this one hundred thousandth transmigration, Wei Jun only needed to do one thing:
Die early and be reborn!
Wei Jun was extremely satisfied with this.
The Heavenly Emperor had calculated everything. He was also concerned that other big shots of his level might discover traces of his transmigration and sabotage his final life, causing him to fail at the last moment. Therefore, the Heavenly Emperor's one hundred thousandth transmigration was specifically designed to mislead his enemies.
Everything that needed to be done, all the preparations, had been completed in the previous ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine transmigrations. The only thing required for this one hundred thousandth transmigration was to die at the hands of another.
To borrow the hands of his enemies to help himself achieve Dao.
Wei Jun gave the Heavenly Emperor a mental thumbs-up. Truly a *Lángyá Bǎng* (love you babe) move.
Living was the hard part; wasn't finding death easy?
Although according to the arrangements, he couldn't commit suicide, this world had countless experts and frequent wars. If Wei Jun wanted to die, not even the King of Heaven himself could stop him.
Dying would allow him to become the invincible Heavenly Emperor of the myriad realms. Moreover, he wouldn't truly become someone else, because his true spirit was still the Heavenly Emperor's true spirit. Wei Jun was the Heavenly Emperor, and the Heavenly Emperor was Wei Jun. Therefore, Wei Jun felt no fear towards death; on the contrary, he was filled with anticipation.
Wei Jun began to ponder, how could he die quickly?
But after thinking for a moment, Wei Jun dismissed the thought.
Because there were countless ways to die.
If he still needed to put special effort into considering this, Wei Jun felt he would be insulting his own intelligence.
He could just adapt to circumstances; he had at least a hundred different ways to die.
The only difference in outcome would be whether he lived in this world for one more day or two.
Although the majority of the Heavenly Emperor's memories remained sealed, Wei Jun only recalled his past life's memories and the karmic causes and effects of the Heavenly Emperor's reincarnation. After all, Wei Jun's current life was meant for him to die, so there was no need to use his past memories to grow stronger. Nevertheless, Wei Jun's mindset had still greatly improved compared to before.
Having experienced a hundred thousand reincarnations, the least of his concerns was the passage of time.
He could still take in more of this world's scenery before magnanimously accepting his death.
As Wei Jun thought this, a knock sounded at his door.
“Brother Wei, Brother Wei, Brother Wei.”
“Coming.”
Wei Jun replied, stood up to tidy his clothes a little, then opened the door.
What met his eyes were two good friends from school—Xu De and Cai Qilin.
The three of them were all students of the Imperial Academy and had a very good relationship. Xu De and Cai Qilin had also passed the imperial examination as *jinshi* this time.
However, their rankings were naturally not as good as Wei Jun's; they were only *erjia* *jinshi*.
Even so, it was a matter worthy of bringing glory to their ancestors. If this were in his previous life, the three of them would basically be prodigies who graduated from top universities like Tsinghua and Peking, then passed the civil service exam. Thus, all three were very excited.
At this moment, the two of them had come to find Wei Jun to celebrate.
“Brother Wei, let's go, let's go to Miaoyin Brothel. I've been looking forward to this for many years,” Cai Qilin said, winking at Wei Jun.
Wei Jun knew why Cai Qilin was reacting this way.
After the newly-minted *jinshi* passed the exams, it was customary to have two days of revelry. They could indulge in feasting and entertainment to their heart's content; this was a benefit for the new *jinshi*.
After all, once a *jinshi* received an official appointment, they would work diligently and prudently. These two days were a reward for their previous hard study, and as long as they didn't cause too much trouble, it wouldn't affect their future prospects.
Miaoyin Brothel was the most famous place in Daqian to listen to songs. Of course, that was a more refined way of speaking; the true function of Miaoyin Brothel didn't need much explanation.
However, rumors claimed that Miaoyin Brothel had powerful backing, so generally, no one dared to force the girls there. In most situations, the girls of Miaoyin Brothel sold their art, not their bodies.
Moreover, most of the girls at Miaoyin Brothel were exceptionally talented in both art and skill. Naturally, these girls also became goddesses in the eyes of many.
Wei Jun couldn't be more familiar with this kind of establishment. He actually didn't have much expectation for it.
In his previous life, he had drifted to an urban dimension, where he had encountered and experienced many such establishments.
Once one entered the deep sea of the mortal world, how could there be any true 'selling art, not body'?
But he had already made plans with Xu De and Cai Qilin, so Wei Jun didn't want to disappoint them. In any case, it was just a trip out.
Perhaps he would encounter some profligate young master toying with a 'goddess from a good family,' then he would step forward and ultimately be dealt with by the young master's retainers.
If that happened, nothing could be more fortunate.
Based on this thought, Wei Jun cheerfully went to Miaoyin Brothel with Xu De and Cai Qilin.
“Brother Wei, if you show up at Miaoyin Brothel, perhaps some girl might take a fancy to you and you could become an 'intimate guest'—someone with a close relationship,” Xu De said enviously.
He knew that he and Cai Qilin definitely didn't have much hope; after all, the girls of Miaoyin Brothel were still very discerning.