After transmigrating into the body of a poor scholar in a shabby Lin'an alley, Su Qingxuan has only a brush, a rusty sword, and a blood feud: his entire family was slaughtered from the start.
The Great Jing dynasty teeters amid storms. Imperial authority has fallen into others’ hands, powerful clans carve up the realm, evil forces stir in the shadows, and the world stands on the brink of collapse.
He has no background or backing, yet brings the poetry of the ages into the mortal world, using the Way of Letters to shape the realm and the Way of the Sword to protect all living things.
At a poetry banquet in a noble’s manor, “Bring in the Wine” eclipses every talented scholar in Lin'an.
At the imperial palace examination, a “Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng” shakes the emperor’s palace to its foundations.
When the Northern Di invade, ten poems that guard the nation force the barbarians to bow and submit.
Across the vast martial world, a single sword of the mortal realm cuts down demons and rights every wrong.
In courtly intrigues, he sees through every heart, purges corrupt officials from the sovereign’s side, and supports a wise ruler.
In the trials of the mortal world, he upholds justice, protects the weak, and stands tall.
When evil descends, he wields a sword of azure clouds, using literary power as his shield and the people as his blade, defending nothing but the warmth of everyday life.
The world laughs at me as a slick-tongued street rat, stingy and sharp-tongued. I just smile as I watch the tides of fortune turn.
Principles matter, but so does putting food on the table. A sword may leave its sheath, but a person must never lose their heart.
The Azure Clouds hold a sword, its point aimed at the heavens. With my humble strength, I’ll protect this vast and peaceful land!
Too taken for granted