Wuxia: I'm No Good Person, but I Have My Limits

The moment Yang Feng opened his eyes, he found himself in a poor family struggling to get by.

His mother died in childbirth, and his father was mauled to death by a tiger when he was three.

He dug up wild vegetables and trapped sparrows, somehow surviving despite going hungry as often as not.

Given another life, Yang Feng had no System to rely on. All he had was a vast collection of secret manuals in his mind.

Every secret manual he had invented in his failed web novels in his previous life had been brought to life by a mysterious being.

At six, he began practicing martial arts and learned boxing and kicking. At eight, he studied beneath the window of the clan school, cultivating his qi and reading. At ten, he became an apprentice at an herbal medicine shop. At thirteen, he practiced internal arts. At fifteen, he entered a bronze workshop to learn to polish mirrors. At sixteen, he officially enrolled in the clan school and passed the Tongsheng examination. At seventeen, he passed the Xiucai examination. At eighteen, he spent a year at a blacksmith's shop forging an Qiushui Sword, then roamed the martial world under the pretext of traveling to broaden his horizons.

At twenty-one, after defeating countless martial arts experts and seeing through the true nature of the martial world, he returned to his hometown and passed the Juren examination that same year.

At twenty-two, he went to the capital for the imperial examinations and earned the Jinshi degree. But with no money to curry favor with his superiors, he couldn't get an official post.

Living a modest life in the capital, Yang Feng often said: I'm not a good person, but I have my own limits.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.