Reincarnated as the frail heir to a duke in the early Tang dynasty, the day I bound myself to the Martial Saint System, I flipped over the Turkic envoy’s wine table.
“This swill is supposed to be a tribute?”
System notification: Strength +10. Acquired "Distilled Liquor Recipe".
Chang’an erupted in an uproar, and the emperor summoned me to the palace.
In front of every civil and military official, I slapped the blueprint for the System’s “Divine Arm Crossbow” down on the table.
“Your Majesty, with this weapon, we can defeat the Turks.”
When Turkic cavalry stormed the border, I rode out alone, with the saber-wielding army formation the System had just unlocked behind me.
That day, the people of Chang’an saw a flash of dragon-shaped blade light cleave open the grasslands’ dawn.
So pretty, Invincible turns out to be just for licking the emperor