In this world, martial artists can shatter mountains with a single punch, sorcerers can summon wind and rain, and the fortune of a nation can protect its cities.
After ten years as an auxiliary police officer, Yang Xuan wakes up one day to find himself accused of murder.
After finally getting a second chance at life, he has no intention of being executed as soon as he arrives in this world.
“Your Highness, I really used to sell honest tofu. Please, have some self-respect.” Yang Xuan looks at the princess as she lays hands on him, his stern words betraying a hint of excitement.
“Your Majesty, I request that Yang Xuan be executed!” In the Hall of Diligent Government, a white-haired old man shouts furiously.
“Your Majesty, you see? I haven’t even done anything to offend him.” Yang Xuan looks at the old man glaring at him and spreads his hands.
“Ah, this is what you get with a crude martial artist!” Yang Xuan admires the Western Regions dance before him, then glances at the man beside him wolfing down food and sighs.
“Hey, but aren’t you a martial artist too, big brother?” The crude martial artist chews and swallows with difficulty, looking puzzled.
“How can we be the same? I had nine years of compulsory education. I know astronomy above and geography below...” Yang Xuan mutters, worked up.
“Big brother’s talking about hard-to-understand stuff again.” The crude martial artist stuffs food into his mouth as he mumbles.
Also known as: “I Was Supposed to Become the Great Zhou’s Sage, but Instead I Became a Crude Martial Artist”
