The Warden of Xuanxiao

Qin Zheng was a major in special operations — until shrapnel tore through his vest on foreign soil. He expected nothingness. Instead, he opened his eyes in a damp dungeon cell, wearing the body of a border scout framed for treason in the Xuanxiao Continent. The verdict: execution at noon, three days from now. The crime he didn't commit: leaking military intelligence to the demonic beast hordes. Armed with nothing but a dead man's memories and twelve years of battlefield instinct, Qin Zheng has seventy-two hours to find the real traitor, clear his name, and stay alive. But every clue he uncovers leads somewhere darker — a secret organization called the Black Robe Pavilion has spent three years building a shadow network inside the empire's border command. His superior framed him. His superior's superior is a dark cultivator in disguise. And at the bottom of it all lies a sealed Spirit Vein buried beneath Black Wind Pass — a power source worth starting a war over. As Qin Zheng claws his way from condemned prisoner to the Marquis's personal guard, he discovers that the conspiracy doesn't end at the border. The Spirit Vein's energy is being siphoned south — three thousand miles south — to the imperial capital itself. Somebody at the heart of the empire is pulling strings. And Qin Zheng, a Level 7 cultivator in a world of Level 4 monsters, has just made himself their next target.