Dragão Selvagem em Tempos Caóticos: Da Caça ao Domínio da Corte
Um lendário rei-soldado reencarnou como um pequeno delinquente em uma dinastia feudal. Em tempos de guerra, ele sobreviveu numa aldeia nas montanhas, levando sua bela esposa e concubinas a caçar nas profundezas da floresta. Matou javalis selvagens, caçou leopardos grandes, abateu uma enorme serpente e ainda criou um gato dourado. Acumulou dinheiro e mantimentos, treinou soldados de elite, desenvolveu tecnologia e construiu sua própria base. Enfrentou o Norte Bárbaro, derrotou os Hunos do Oeste, capturou dois reis e seu nome se espalhou por todo o mundo, abalando as oito direções. Quando ele entrou no sul guiando um tigre feroz e acompanhado por oitocentos jovens da aldeia de Mu’er, entoando a canção de guerra “Eu sou um soldado, vindo do povo”, o céu da dinastia Da Yan desabou!
Dragão Selvagem em Tempos Caóticos: Da Caça ao Domínio da Corte
"Sir, please don't..."
A sound of weeping echoed in his ears, and as his consciousness shifted from hazy to clear, Li Chen slowly opened his eyes.
A girl as beautiful as a blossoming flower knelt before him, her eyes brimming with tears, shaking her head as she cried.
"Sir, I beg you, please don't sell me to the cleansing house..."
The girl sobbed, tears flowing like petals in the rain.
Li Chen stared at her in a daze, his eyes unfocused.
Had he crossed over?
In his previous life, he was the legendary king of international mercenaries.
After leaving that world behind, he entered the business realm and built a vast commercial empire.
But fate is fickle!
A sudden acute heart attack brought him to this ancient feudal dynasty—the Great Yan Empire.
With a bitter smile, he finally accepted the reality of his transmigration.
Sorting through the memories of his predecessor, he began to re-examine the world before him.
This man, also named Li Chen, looked impressive on the surface, but was rotten within.
At seventeen, orphaned, with no one to guide him; by nineteen, he had become a petty thug, addicted to drink and gambling, causing trouble wherever he went.
The girl before him was a homeless refugee he picked up two months ago, named Yu Qingwan, just eighteen years old.
Originally, his predecessor had wicked intentions—planning to use her and sell her to the cleansing house for profit.
But once Yu Qingwan washed the soot from her face and shed the fake skin disease
