When he was six years old, Su Mo awakened from the Wanmou Spirit Book - a top spiritual martial spirit in the Seventh Awakening Hall in the outer city of Wuhun City. The lowest priest in the church, who had to lay hands on thirty-six hands a day, casually wrote two words on the book: miscellaneous books. Judgment: Outer city handyman preparation.
He made no plea. With all the memories of the previous life's plot, he knew very well that the real root cause of the disease in this continent was not good or evil, but that the ruler was too thick and the hand holding the ruler was too casual - the seven awakening halls in the outer city handled more than 7,000 children a year. Pressing down with one hand, it was settled for a lifetime. It's not that you can't practice, it's that you're not allowed to practice.
He also figured out three options: leaving would mean being erased from the ledger, going to the three sects would only talk about his own family, and Shrek would only accept monsters fed by blood. In the whole continent, only Wuhun Palace has paved the Awakening Hall at the end of every alley.
So he chose the one that was the least clean but the only one that could be improved.
Starting from the cheapest numbered card, he relied on information, settling accounts, and making everyone think he was not worth mentioning, step by step to the evaluation platform and into the Pope's Palace. He never thought of the ceiling of combat power - what he wanted to do was: correct all the defeats of Wuhun Palace that should not have been lost, assist Bibi Dong in unifying the continent, and then go back and replace the ruler that judges people.
Ten years later, the person sitting opposite was named Tang San.
The same thick ruler misjudged two people.
