Great Ming: You Were Supposed to Be a Spendthrift, but Became Regent

Better to die beneath peonies and enjoy a life of pleasure than to live without passion. But he never became a charming ghost. Instead, he became a pauper saddled with enormous debts.

Three questions for the soul: Can you perform street stunts like smashing a boulder on your chest or mastering the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield? Can you write the eight-legged essays and pass the Ming dynasty's brutal civil service examinations? Can you master the refined gentleman's arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, riding, and archery? Apparently, he can do none of them. He really is better suited to being a petty hoodlum.

After his soul transmigrates to the Ming dynasty, he is no longer an ordinary street thug.

When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars ninety thousand li into the sky.