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What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? EP 40

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What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?

Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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Ep Review

Roof Tiles & Royal Dread

The drone shot over the palace roofs—so majestic, so ominous. You could *feel* the weight of centuries pressing down. Then the blue banners fluttered, the crowd hushed… and boom: purple energy crackled. This isn’t just worldbuilding; it’s atmosphere as character. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Feels less like comedy, more like destiny with glitter. 🏯✨

He Wore Armor, She Wore Flowers

His silver hairpiece vs her crimson blossoms—visual poetry. She played coy with chopsticks while he fumbled with wine. Their dynamic screamed ‘forced alliance with unresolved trauma’. And that third woman in ivory? Watching like a hawk. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Honestly, the real loser is anyone who thinks this is just fluff. 💔🌸

The Crowd Chanted Swords, Not Names

No speeches. No banners with slogans. Just dozens of warriors raising blades in unison—choreographed fury. The camera lingered on their eyes: fear, loyalty, hunger. That moment said more than any monologue. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Maybe the title’s ironic… or maybe we’re all the losers watching from the sidelines. 🗡️👀

When the Villain Smiles Too Wide

That golden-robed elder? His grin widened with every cutaway—sunlight glinting, robes billowing, *too* confident. Classic trope, yes—but executed with such gleeful menace, you almost root for his downfall. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah. He’s winning… until the purple storm hits. 😈🌀

The Tea Cup That Started a War

That tiny celadon cup? Pure emotional warfare. When Li Wei raised it, the tension wasn’t about alcohol—it was about unspoken history, betrayal, and that red-robed beauty’s knowing smirk. Every sip felt like a chess move. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like a master of silent drama. 🫖⚔️