When a modern soul transmigrates into the world of The Blood of Youth, there’s no System screen and no beginner’s gift pack, just a worn-out “A Liang template”: the more convincingly he imitates it, the stronger he becomes.
And so, the martial world gains a young swordsman who leads a stubborn donkey, wears a battered straw hat, and carries a wooden sword in a green bamboo scabbard at his waist.
“Friend, care for a drink?”
“Sorry, I’m not much of a fighter, but I’m definitely the best at running away.”
“There are no grand principles in the martial world, only people who want to kill you and people who want to buy you a drink.”
