[No Female Lead] [Martial Arts World] [Slow Burn] [Comedy] [Redemption]
My name is Shen Mo, and I'm an assassin. I also go by Su Yanci, and I'm a scholar.
I, Shen Mo, transmigrated from the Endless Road into the body of me, Su Yanci, and came to this weapon-cultivation world, where power is divided among different nations.
In this world, civil officials can summon wind and rain, and military generals can make their mark on the battlefield.
"A weapon-cultivation world really is different. Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as swords, spears, and lances, can all serve as weapons. New weapons keep appearing. If only this world had toilets, then..."
After staying at the academy for a while, I set out to make my way in the world.
The good news: I made a name for myself.
The bad news: I made a name for myself as a lunatic.
Scholarly aura for scholars, martial aura for warriors.
Scholarly aura is paper-white, gentle and restrained. Martial aura is silver-white, sharp and blazing.
There is scholarly aura, martial aura, and the mysterious aura of heaven and earth. Scholars and warriors, humans and demons, all use mysterious artifacts.
"Why is this aura so precious? What do you mean, you have a source for it?"
"He's just a scholar. Why are you even more scared after knocking his weapon away?"
"If you've got the guts, put down your weapon and fight me!"
"Oh? Put down my weapon? Sure. I've never met someone who avoids the weak and attacks the strong before."
As I wandered the world, I realized something was wrong with it.
Like an epiphyllum, like the setting sun.
Entropy rot?
The cure is crying tears of joy!
If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old.
What would happen if Heaven fell in love?
