Ascending Tomorrow, and You Want Me to Take the Imperial Exams?

Lin Feng transmigrated to a fantasy world with five thousand years of Chinese poetry and literature in his head.

As long as he recites a classic, he can gain righteous energy.

“Eight hundred li away, roast the meat beneath the banners; fifty strings play a tune from beyond the frontier.” Righteous energy +100.

“Throwing back my head, I laugh as I leave the gate. How could a man like me be just another nobody?” Righteous energy +100.

Ten years later, the old teacher at the village school looked at Lin Feng with heartache and said, “Lin Feng, you’ve failed to earn the xiucai title three times. Can you pull yourself together for your fourth attempt?”

Lin Feng: “Huh? Why didn’t you say so sooner? I was already planning to ascend!”