All Bones Set a Prairie Fire

[No rebirth, no system, no time travel] During the Great Yan Dynasty for eight hundred years, aristocratic families monopolized everything. The admission quota is predetermined, the university quota is hereditary, military merit is awarded to superiors, and human life is priced. A commoner's child who refines his bones three times is not as good as a drop of heavenly material and earthly treasures from a noble family's child. Half-orcs are born slaves, with a mark on their necks from birth to death. Lin Mo was seventeen years old, in the late warrior realm, with a vitality of thirty, and he was the most solidly established genius in Beihuang City in the past century. He thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he could pass the imperial examination and change everything. Then the college entrance examination results were released, and he scored full marks in all subjects, ranking fifth. The top four are all descendants of aristocratic families. His father slapped a yellowed report card in front of him. Thirty years ago, he also got fifth place in the exam. Then I worked in the mines for thirty years. Everyone advised him to accept his fate. Jiang Xu said: "This is the rule, you can't fight." My father said: "Go to the province to grow up and climb slowly step by step." Lin Mo did not accept his fate. He took the admission notice from the provincial martial arts department and packed his bags. He doesn't want to be an emperor, he doesn't want to be a grand master, he doesn't want to live forever. He just wanted those left behind under the city wall to survive. I want those people who are locked in iron cages to be able to stand upright in the sunshine. I want everyone to be human. This road is difficult and long, and there are no shortcuts. There will be injuries, there will be death, there will be rebellion in the congregation. But he will walk step by step, treading on blood. This is his, ordinary and righteous way.