The venerable Daoist of ages past has somehow become a laid-back history teacher earning a monthly salary of just three thousand, mocked by his students and ignored by the campus beauty.
A System? I don't need one. My golden finger is the entire history of humanity, forged by my own hands!
From the start, a single tea leaf pierces the protective qi of a martial arts grandmaster! One sentence breaks through the lifelong bottleneck of a War God!
A rich young master mouths off, and the vice principal gives him a hard time? The next second, Jiangcheng's richest man leads his entire clan in kneeling: “This junior pays his respects to the master of our ancestors!” The whole school is shaken!
The First Emperor of Qin was my disciple, and Li Bai discussed the Dao with me. The history I teach is what I experienced firsthand; the martial arts I teach are Daoist arts perfected over countless ages!
This so-called spiritual qi revival is nothing but a lie told by the cage. While the world fights over scraps, I've already knocked on Heaven's Gate with a single finger and cut through the shackles of the Dharma-Ending Age with my sword!
