I Was a Jianghu Bully, Forced to Do Good Deeds

I, Lin Lang, have always loved doing good deeds.

Digging up people's ancestral graves and getting even with my enemies, killing an entire family if someone crosses you: does that make you a good person?

Even stray dogs on the roadside dare not bark when they hear his name. At night, children don't dare cry when they hear Lin Lang's name.

A good person, just a little short on virtue.

Does digging up someone's ancestral grave and burning a few extra spirit-money offerings count as building up good karma?

Does stealing a child's candied hawthorn count as protecting their dental health?

A good person: I, Lin Lang, am one of the few good people in the martial world.

One man, one sword, a flask of wine at his waist. The martial world's power struggles have nothing to do with me. I only ask to have a clear conscience.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.