The Confucian Sage System is Awakened at the Beginning, but I Am the Wine Sword Immortal

Name: The Confucian Sage System is Awakened at the Beginning, but I Am the Wine Sword Immortal
Author: Autumn Breeze On Huai River

by Autumn Breeze On Huai River

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About This Novel

Li Qingyuan traveled to a fantasy world. He turned out to be a genius. Because of his extraordinary talent and excellent bones, when he was only six years old, he was accepted as a direct disciple by Drunken Master, who taught him the magic of drinking and practicing swordsmanship. Li Qingyuan also lived up to expectations. In just ten years, he perfected the Jiu Sword Immortal technique to its ultimate level and became a role model in the hearts of the sect disciples. However, the good times did not last long. Just when Li Qingyuan thought he could become an immortal cultivator who wielded a sword, the Drunken Master suddenly died, and even his sect was slaughtered by his enemies. Li Qingyuan, who successfully evaded pursuit, decided to devote himself to practice and took this opportunity to continue the inheritance of his master and practice the supreme wine and sword technique. However, he did not expect to suddenly awaken the golden finger "Confucian Sage" system. You only need to study every day and complete the tasks assigned by the system to improve your cultivation and obtain the corresponding skills and magic weapons. He was promoted to the realm of divine transformation from the alchemy stage, and was hailed by fellow Taoists as a scholar who was expected to establish a religion and become an ancestor. Before drinking: Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman constantly strives for self-improvement, the terrain is kun, a gentleman carries things with kindness. After drinking: Whoever is the Taoist Buddha, or any military sage, whoever blocks my way, kill them all with one sword. If one sword fails, then two swords will kill them. Many years later, Li Qingyuan stood on the mountain, the breeze blew over his face, ruffling his long black hair, and left a sentence: "I don't want to be a Confucian saint, I am quite a wine swordsman!"