Xu Qing transmigrates to the Great Zhou dynasty and is judged by the Academy of Letters to have a first-grade wasted body, with blocked literary veins and no future in the Way of Letters.
He accepts it.
Wouldn’t it be nice to settle down as a teacher and coast through life?
But then he realizes something is off
He teaches the children to recite “Moonlight before my bed,” and the old scholar next door breaks through to the third tier on the spot, bawling as he says he has comprehended the Moonlight Literary Heart.
He complains to a colleague, “You can know a person’s face but not their heart.” The colleague shuts himself away for seven days, then emerges having broken through two realms and bows to Xu Qing as his master.
After a few drinks, he recites “Bring in the Wine,” and the literary energy within a ten-mile radius surges. Three successful candidates for the provincial examinations condense their Literary Guts at the same time.
People from the prefectural academy arrive.
People from the Imperial Academy arrive.
The masters of the seven pavilions of the Way of Letters come in person.
Everyone respectfully asks him the same question:
“Sir, what kind of sage are you?”
Xu Qing’s hand trembles as he holds his teacup. I really am just an ordinary man!
No one believes him.
And what frightens him even more is that the forbidden lands of the Way of Letters, sealed away for tens of thousands of years, seem to be responding to his voice…
