A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 225: The Tragic Tale of a Transmigrator

Found it! Found it!

The old emperor rushed excitedly to the Ascension Platform, unable to stop himself from clutching his face and bursting into crazed laughter.

“Hahahahahaha....”

Finally... finally! I finally found it.

He hugged the Ascension Platform, laughing one moment, crying the next.

The old emperor would never forget the day he transmigrated.

Now, seven hundred years had passed, and at long last, his wait was over.

“I can finally become an immortal. I can finally ascend. I can finally leave this wretched world behind.”

The old emperor wept with joy.

No one knew what he had been through all these years.

Though born a royal, he was never favored.

Back then, the old emperor was full of confidence.

Transmigration novels? He was all too familiar with them.

It was second nature to him.

He thought it would be a battle of nine princes for the throne, imperial power struggles.

Then he learned that this world had cultivators.

That made him even more ecstatic.

Cultivation!?

That’s the dream of so many Chinese people.

Immortality! Splitting the heavens with a single sword!!

The old emperor could laugh himself awake just dreaming about it.

Then he discovered his own identity.

An unfavored prince.

His mother was the least favored concubine.

Mocked and scorned by everyone.

Even the palace eunuchs and maids looked down on him.

The old emperor nearly passed out from excitement.

A classic setup!!!

Absolutely classic.

He could already foresee his future—enough for millions of words in a fantasy novel.

A cold palace prince with a tragic fate, falling off a cliff to discover fortune.

The final treasure at the auction must belong to the protagonist.

An ignored broken scripture and cauldron—until a discerning eye sees the truth.

A hungry beauty in the mountains, won over by a roast chicken.

Love triangles between the female lead and male extras, a harem blooming around the hero.

A tiger’s roar reveals dominance—followers and beauties all gathered in hand...

“Hahahahaha!!”

Back then, the young emperor stood between heaven and earth, proudly proclaiming:

“If the heavens block my eyes, I’ll pierce the heavens. If the earth buries my heart, I’ll shatter the earth...”

And then, young him got struck down—hard.

His closest sworn brother, the one who had faced countless life-or-death situations with him.

According to every standard novel, this was supposed to be the most loyal companion to the protagonist.

He was male.

Yet as time went on, he developed feelings for him.

When the old emperor refused him, the man took his forces to support another prince.

The old emperor was dumbfounded.

He could almost feel his butt aching.

In the end, that “brother” led a rebellion.

Claiming to cleanse the court.

Saying the emperor was unfit to rule and that he would support the old emperor to take the throne.

Old Emperor: (O_o)??

Because of that, the old emperor was cold-shouldered by his father for a long time.

Later, when he tried to involve himself in court politics,

his older brother—the crown prince—led an army out of the capital to crash a wedding over a woman.

Only to get obliterated by barbarians on the plains.

Daxia suffered a devastating loss, ceded territory and paid reparations.

And yet, his father still believed his brother did the right thing.

“Men should have guts!”

After all that, the old emperor finally struggled onto the path of fighting for the throne.

At the most crucial moment, his dying mother suddenly revealed—

He wasn’t even the emperor’s biological son.

He was immediately stripped of his title and thrown into a death cell.

Locked up for ten whole years.

Later, he was released.

He went everywhere trying to uncover the truth—whether someone had framed him and his mother.

After a twisty journey, he finally uncovered the truth buried deep.

It turned out, his mother had felt bitter because the emperor rarely visited her.

So before she died, she wanted to leave a lasting shock.

“If you won’t love me, then you’ll hate me.”

Upon learning this, the old emperor nearly had a breakdown.

After finally ascending the throne,

he was constantly walking on eggshells.

He thought with his identity as a transmigrator, he should crush others in cultivation.

Others might need thousands or tens of thousands of years to reach a certain realm.

But he would need just a few hundred years.

Especially with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand.

Cross-realm combat became a common thing for him.

Then he saw it.

Someone fell into demonic cultivation for love, then achieved enlightenment.

Their power instantly surpassed his.

He was beaten and fled in panic.

Some daughter he had insulted and rejected years ago came back and chased him down.

A concubine from the Cold Palace suddenly appeared out of nowhere,

declaring that she would cut all ties with him and become a strong, independent woman...

And his empress, when arranging a marriage alliance—

suddenly announced that since women had always married for alliances,

this time a man would do it. With one wave of her hand,

she sent the Second Prince to marry into another country.

The officials agreed, saying it could go down in history as a first.

The old emperor was stunned.

Though many objected, many others—especially the Empress’s powerful clan—supported it.

With no choice, the old emperor gave in.

He bid farewell to his son just half a year ago outside the capital.

Six months later, that son returned, wearing a royal robe from his grassland father-in-law,

leading an army to the capital gates.

Nearly overthrew the empire.

As he left, he said: “Father, though I won’t be by your side, please take care of yourself.”

And on his return: “I really want to be emperor!!!”

“..........”

After surviving a series of near-death plotlines,

the old emperor finally reached the Nascent Soul stage.

The boost in strength gave him some sense of security.

He had always been looking for a way to break through to the Ascension stage.

After becoming Nascent Soul, he realized—

even with his talent and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner,

he still wasn’t a match for Ascension-stage powerhouses.

The gap between Nascent Soul and Ascension was like heaven and earth.

It made sense—if cross-realm battles were always possible, what was the point for others?

He already had the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, no need to rush...

The old emperor felt a sense of superiority,

looking down on all those so-called prodigies.

Then one day, he saw it.

Lingxu, a Nascent Soul cultivator, chasing and beating multiple Ascension-stage cultivators like grandsons.

The old emperor was stunned.

Was that even human power!?

He had known Lingxu since childhood.

Back then, Mount Shushan’s sect leader brought Lingxu to stay in the Daxia palace.

Lingxu, runny-nosed and munching on corn, grinned stupidly at everyone.

The old emperor never took someone like that seriously.

Later, after becoming Ascension stage,

the old emperor thought with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he was invincible.

Except when it came to Lingxu.

Daxia had an army of a million, its worshippers, the Academy, Mount Longhu...

Counting himself, they had three Ascension-stage cultivators, plus his personal chief eunuch who,

by drawing on the Dragon Vein in the capital, could also fight at the Ascension stage. frёeωebɳovel.com

Four Ascension-stage experts—in all of Central State, who could top that?

Could Lingxu really take on four at once?

And then, as if fate wanted to slap him again,

Mount Shushan publicly revealed how many Ascension-stage cultivators they had.

The old emperor was once again dumbstruck.

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