The Scholar, Warrior, Gods, and Demons: One Poem Drives a Sixth-Realm Confucian Master Mad

[Transmigrated into a poor scholar, he slays his way to fame with poetry]

The moment Zhang Fan opened his eyes, he found himself a penniless scholar in the Spirit Abyss Realm, left for dead by the powerful and influential.

The original owner had studied hard for twenty years, only to be beaten to death with a single blow by a young master from the provincial capital.

But Zhang Fan had a treasury of poetry from Earth at his fingertips, and could casually declare, “One day, I’ll become the Azure Emperor!”

He gets drunk at the Golden Tower and writes a poem. It takes form as a painting, and a sixth-realm Grand Confucian begs to take him as a disciple.

He publicly berates the powerful for lacking every virtue, from filial piety to loyalty, and his literary talent pours down upon him, nearly launching him straight into the third realm.

The Myriad Worlds Voice Link System is a total disaster. On his very first call, Zhu Bajie knocks him to his knees with a rake!

In this world, the Divine Martial Kingdom prizes martial arts and looks down on literature, yet Emperor Run insists on copying Jing Kingdom’s Spring and Autumn examination.

Confucian cultivators call him a “wretched insect from a poor family,” while spiritual cultivators laugh at him as “a useless pedant.”

Even the System suddenly issues a death mission: “Appear before the emperor in three days. Failure means execution!”

“You really think all I can do is recite poetry?”

Zhang Fan sneers and takes up his brush. Literary energy turns into a sword that slays the demons of Ghost River; breathing techniques temper his body until he can shake spiritual cultivators.

The young master of the Historians, the Frostflower Sword Master, the Eight Tribes of Ghost River...

Whether you owe me your life or your money, just wait. One poem will send your whole family to heaven!

[Decisive and ruthless + cultivation of both literary and martial arts + poetry reaching the sagehood]

“Who says a poor scholar can’t slay a sage and prove the Dao?”