I Rose to the Highest Ranks, Only to Discover I Was in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils After Becoming Chancellor

After transmigrating to the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Wang spent twenty years treading carefully and finally clawed his way up to the position of chancellor, ready to enjoy being second only to the emperor and superior to everyone else.

Then he looked up and saw a beggar named Qiao Feng shatter half a mountain with a single palm strike in Apricot Grove.

Su Wang stared at the imperial edict in his hands and fell into deep self-doubt.

In the face of the Six Meridians Divine Sword and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, was this chancellor's official hat really made of paper?

Fortunately, he had read the original story inside and out, and understood how to play on human nature even better.

The Dali Duan clan needs a “political marriage”? Consider it arranged! The Gusu Murong clan wants a “grand plan to restore their kingdom”? Consider it funded!

A civil official who doesn't want to practice martial arts isn't a good chancellor.

If I can't beat them, then I'll turn the martial world into my chessboard.

Until one day, he cornered the old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Depository of Shaolin Temple...

Su Wang: “Master, you can drop the act. I've read this Tendon Transformation Classic. It's all in Sanskrit. Could you do me the favor of translating it?”

The Sweeper Monk: “...”

The Outcast