One Template Per Realm: I Can Draw Any Mythical Figure

The Ending of the Dharma Age, the Demon Qing, the Martial Ming, the Devil Yuan, the Daoist Song, the Sacred Tang, the Buddhist Sui, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Mysterious Jin, the Three Kingdoms, the Divine Han, the Immortal Qin... From every mythic era, Li Ming can draw seven templates, then choose one and gain all of its talents and memories. At the Martial Security Bureau, Li Ming sat in an electric chair, heavy shackles on his hands and feet. The bureau chief stood rigid, staring fixedly at Li Ming, his right hand at his waist as if ready to draw his gun. “Since the founding of Xia, martial arts have been forbidden throughout the land. You secretly practiced martial arts, Li Ming. Do you have anything to say?” the chief demanded. “Animals weren’t allowed to become spirits after the founding of the country. Did that actually stop them?” Li Ming spread his hands. “I was terrified of being weak, but even after I started practicing martial arts, I didn’t dare use them at all...” “Besides, that’s a stereotype. Who says martial artists are bad people? Who says practicing martial arts makes you a murderer?” “Then explain what happened to the ten Freedom Nation mercenaries who died three days ago.” “Hey, just hear me out...”