The Fake Young Master of Langya

Wang Yang and four companions accidentally transmigrated to Southern Qi, becoming refugees waiting to die on the wasteland.

What the heck? No golden finger, no godlike System, no high-tech weapons. This isn't how it's supposed to go... Everything has to start from scratch!

Their only chance of survival was to pick up a bloodstained jade token belonging to the Langya Wang clan. Little did they know, the gears of their very different fates had already begun to turn.

From then on, Jiankang gained a frail, sickly young nobleman of dazzling talent, along with five modern souls who didn't fit in.

They tested me on mysticism, so I used modern philosophy to outclass them. They checked my household registration, so I answered with deep knowledge of my lineage. They laughed at me for dreaming, but I turned around and made both the curved-plow and the Book of Southern Qi pieces in the palm of my hand.

The imperial court and the great clans fought for power, while Northern Wei's iron cavalry threatened the passes. Everyone thought I was merely a pawn in this game of power. They had no idea that I, an impostor, was about to make the final move in this fading dream of the Southern Dynasties.