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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That Moment the Sword Drew Breath
When the elder raised his blade, time froze—not from fear, but awe. The black-feathered transformation wasn’t magic; it was inevitability. She didn’t become dark; she *unveiled*. The courtyard held its breath. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? proves power isn’t inherited—it’s reclaimed. 🌑⚔️
Three Women, One Silent War
Red, Black, and White—each a philosophy in silk. The red one smiled while pouring wine; the black one smirked while summoning smoke; the white one trembled while gripping her sleeve. No words needed. Their tension pulsed louder than any sword clash. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? turns etiquette into battlefield. 💫
He Wore Gold, But She Wore Truth
His ornate shoulder guards gleamed, but hers were forged in defiance. He spoke of order; she poured tea like a challenge. The real climax wasn’t the duel—it was her quiet sip as chaos erupted. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? reminds us: sometimes the loudest revolution wears red and holds a teapot. 🫖✨
The Courtyard Was Never Just Stone
Every carved tile, every fluttering banner, echoed centuries of silence—until *she* stepped forward. The pink blossoms above weren’t decoration; they were witnesses. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? doesn’t rewrite history—it cracks it open, revealing the pulse beneath the porcelain. 🌸💥
The Red Dress That Changed Everything
Her crimson hanfu wasn’t just attire—it was a declaration. Every embroidered petal, every dangling tassel whispered rebellion. In a sea of white-robed conformity, she walked like fire through snow. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? asks: Who’s really the loser when tradition bows to audacity? 🔥