You Called Me a Good-for-Nothing, So Why Beg Me Now That Your Dynasty Has Fallen?

A young man from Blue Star transmigrates into the body of Yan Wumo, a useless prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, and awakens a sarcasm-comes-true System. “This Yan Wumo is a prince, yet he’s probably in worse shape than a pig.” “Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the Chaos Sacred Body!” “Yan Wumo has the talent to cultivate fire-based Dao arts? Yeah, right.” “Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have comprehended the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Chaos True Flame!” “Even if he’s gotten a little stronger, he’s still alone in the imperial capital. Without connections or power, he’ll never amount to anything!” “Ding! Your uncle has become a Saint!” Yan Wumo froze. “I can understand the other stuff, but hasn’t my uncle been dead for years?” “Your uncle is currently pushing open his coffin lid!” “Perfectly reasonable! Completely reasonable!” Yan Wumo cheered.