[Doting Dad] [Multiple Heroines] [Pocket Dimension] [High Martial]
A rich second-generation playboy with dyed blond hair died in a street race. When he woke up, he had become the impoverished father of nine children.
The good news: He had transmigrated.
The bad news: He was thirty-five, had nine kids, and his rice jar was so empty it could starve a mouse. His nasty relatives were waiting to bleed him dry.
His daughter was about to be sold by her grandmother to a butcher in exchange for white flour?
Wang Hao kicked over the table. “You old hag, how dare you touch my daughter?”
He split from the family and cut ties for good.
He thought all he could do in this life was farm a little, sell some fish, and be an ordinary stay-at-home dad.
Until he went into town...
There was a middle-aged man who cracked bluestone slabs with a kick, a gray-robed youth who sent someone flying ten yards with one punch, and a line on the notice board that made Wang Hao's blood boil:
“The martial arts imperial examination is held once every three years. Those who pass with top marks will earn the title of Martial Scholar.”
Wang Hao looked at his hands, covered in calluses, and smiled.
Farm? No more.
Sell fish? No more.
“I'm going to practice martial arts, take the martial arts exam, and become a Martial Saint!”
His nine children lined up in a row, the youngest still drooling in its swaddling clothes.
“Dad, can you really do it?”
“A man can't say he can't. Come on, let's go home. Dad will teach you how to do a horse stance first.”
This is the passionate tale of a rascal dad and his nine little burdens, rising from humble roots to become a Martial Saint.
