Lord Chang'an, I Am Cheng Jiao

I opened my eyes and, damn, I was lying on the ground flat on my back. Where was I?

While I was still dazed, I saw a man with an imposing air and a treasured sword in his hand standing before me.

“Cheng Jiao, what are you thinking about? Why are you so weak today? You went down after just a few moves!”

What? Cheng Jiao? I was clearly revising something, Cheng Jiao, Lord Chang'an. Change the first person to the third person.

I was just dozing off with my head on the desk, and now I'm Cheng Jiao, lying on the ground?

Did I... transmigrate?

While I was still dazed, the man came over and grabbed me, hauling me to my feet.

“Quit acting like a coward. Come on, we're only getting started!”

As he spoke, the man shoved the bronze sword on the ground into my hands.

“Come on, you attack this time. I'll defend!”

The man stepped back several paces, twirled his sword, and stood there calmly.

Fine, Cheng Jiao it is!

Let's do this!

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