Who Says a Live-In Son-in-Law Is Weak as a Dog? One Punch and He's Dead!

Wang Laitou died with a grass-green meadow above his head. When he awoke in the imperial prison, he had gained the perks of a transmigrator. He would cast off his former image as a timid, spineless live-in son-in-law. In this life, he would live like a man. His literary brilliance would outshine the stars, and his martial prowess would make demons and ghosts weep. A stroke of his pen could stir up storms across a thousand chapters; a sweep of his sword could paint ten thousand miles with blood.