The Supreme Confucian Sage

[No System] [Slow Burn] [Classic Xuanhuan] Cold, fragrant willow catkins come sweeping in; frozen pear blossoms fall in sheets, impossible to brush away. Great gray mud spreads across three thousand realms...

That Lantern Festival, a down-on-his-luck scholar went to the capital to sit the imperial examination. Who could have guessed that fate would lead him astray, sending him down the path of cultivation?

Across the vast world, the Heavenly Dao is murky. Now that we have embarked on this path, we scholars must wield our brushes to prove our hearts and restore a clear and just world!