Zhang Xiefeng transmigrated.
He became a 98-year-old good-for-nothing old Daoist with a vicious poison in his body, ten failed attempts to reach Foundation Establishment, and only three days left to live.
The System said: “Be a virtuous gentleman and win people over with virtue.”
Zhang Xiefeng looked at his hands, thin as chicken claws, and fell silent.
Then he discovered that the System’s “virtue” meant being shameless, and the “reason” in “win people over with reason” meant physics.
Not wearing clothes? A gentleman is open and aboveboard: +5 virtue points.
Want to get something for free? A gentleman loves money and acquires it by proper means: +5.
See a beautiful woman and want to cultivate dual cultivation? Seeing the worthy, strive to be their equal: +50!
The System even gave him Confucius’s disciplinary ruler. One swat on the palm, detention, and an apology essay.
The ruler broke, and even the wicked turned into gentlemen.
Zhang Xiefeng: “…Is this System some kind of Liu Bei?”
System: “Master, please focus on performing acts befitting a gentleman.”
Zhang Xiefeng: “All I want right now is to cure this poison.”
System: “Then please start by conquering this brothel.”
Zhang Xiefeng: “??? Are you sure that’s something a virtuous gentleman should do?”
