Seven years old, he boasted of leading armies north to conquer the endless Mohe desert. At eight, he casually commanded fleets, reducing them to ashes with a flick of his wrist, plotting to take over the world. At nine, he calmly mastered the art of a thousand hands, a thousand hearts, and a thousand faces, wielding a single sword to comprehend the ultimate sword intent. "I've said it all above, but everything I've accomplished was done by others. They don't appreciate my contributions, and everyone tries to show off in front of me. I even awakened a system that encourages joining the enemy if you can't beat them..." He An felt helpless. Surrounded by talented heroes and burdened by an unreliable system, he decided it was time to train his family members to strengthen their clan. "Little sister, it's not good! The clan head is training the clan members again with his motto: 'Rebellious people, rebellious souls, rebellion is the path to supremacy!'" "Our He family is doomed..."