The Ninth-Rank Tomb Raider

After transmigrating into the body of a tomb guard, Shen Xiaoyu only wants to loot a couple of small tombs, marry three or five beautiful wives, and enjoy retirement early.

That is, until he is forced to submit a Report on the Feng Shui Survey and Feasibility of Developing the Former Dynasty's Imperial Mausoleum...

After reading it, the emperor slammed his hand on the dragon throne: “A genius! Appoint him to office and put him in charge of tomb robbing!”

And so, history's slickest tomb raider was born.

In a tomb, he uses bureaucratic jargon to bluff thousand-year-old zombies: “I can see you have a fine physique. How about joining me as a junior official?”

At court, he uses a tomb raider's logic to expose his political rivals' plots: “Lord Wang, your brow looks dark. Has your ancestral tomb been leaking lately?”

Powerful ministers see him as a thorn in their side, while his colleagues call him a troublemaker.

Only the women who adore him know that this man, who cries “I'm so scared” while sweeping every treasure and accomplishment into his arms, is the real one to cling to.