You Said You'd Be the Emperor's Hound, So How Did You End Up Wielding Power Over the Court?

[Political Intrigue] [Golden Finger] [High Martial] [No Saintly Hero] [Master Schemer]

The bad news: Tu Lu transmigrated into a High Martial version of the Great Xia Dynasty and became a brocade-clad guard. Because his predecessor was too proud to embezzle alongside his nine colleagues, they stabbed him in the back and dumped his corpse in a mass grave.

The good news: His transmigration came with a golden finger. A map of the body's meridians appeared in his mind, and he could grow stronger by opening the body's 362 acupoints.

The 110th point, the Yang Bone point on the right hand: fire fist.

The 166th point, the Laogong point on the left hand: ice palm.

The 200th point, the Huantiao point on the left leg: wind speed.

The 250th point, the Yongquan point on the right foot: a thousand jin of force in the right leg.

The 362nd point, the Qihai point in the dantian: endless vitality, enough to regenerate severed limbs.

Activate all five key points at once: invincible under heaven.

In the eyes of the world, the brocade-clad guards are splendidly dressed, riding fine horses, wearing flying-fish robes and embroidered spring knives, patrolling on behalf of the emperor with unmatched authority. But a true brocade-clad guard has never been a brute who only knows how to swing a blade.

A blade can slay an enemy, but it can also invite disaster. Before every strike, he must weigh the consequences. With every step, he must see through the schemes in people's hearts.

The imperial court and the guard stations are rife with undercurrents. Tu Lu navigates between flashing blades and power struggles. Having lived two lives, watch him stir the winds and clouds and seize power over all under heaven.

My name is Tu Lu. You can also call me Tu Lu, the Slaughterer, or address me as Commander-in-Chief.