I Transmigrated into The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Only to Become the Ultimate Villain!

The winds of the world rise in our generation; once we enter the jianghu, the years fly by.

We speak of imperial ambitions and great undertakings with a laugh, yet life is no more than one intoxicating dream.

With sword in hand and horse beneath me, I sweep through ghostly rain; white bones pile like mountains, sending birds soaring in alarm.

Worldly affairs surge like the tide, and people flow like water; I can only sigh at how few return from the jianghu.

Entirely fictional. Do not take it as real!!!

No System, no needless character bashing.