Strange Tales of Liaozhai: If Reasoning Fails, I Know a Thing or Two About Fists

While restoring a damaged copy of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, a diligent museum book conservator accidentally transmigrates.

When he wakes again, there's a thin coffin before him, a memorial tablet for himself that says he is soon to die, and a voice in his mind reading like the great bell and drum: "I am good at nurturing my noble spirit."

The world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: a strange and wondrous realm of immortals, extraordinary people, spirits, demons, and ghosts. Beneath the guise of supernatural legends, this remarkable book lays bare the loves and hatreds, the good and evil of the human world, the darkness of officialdom, and the injustice of society.

Shen Qingwu says, well, since things have come to this, fine. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. With a book in his left hand and a sword in his right, if reason won't work, he's also pretty handy with his fists.