Legend of the Thieving Saint

The nation is in peril, and its sons take up their spears.

In the clash of blades and swords, blood stains the yellow sands.

Ride across eight hundred miles and fight the foreign tribes on horseback.

Fight a bloody battle to decide the fate of the land, and make this transmigration worthwhile.

Four hundred years later, at the end of the Ming dynasty, I transmigrated in a single day to save the people. With a sword that hunts down its foes, I stain the martial world with blood. Beneath the bright moon, I seize the sword manual in ten steps. Dressed in splendid robes, I fight on the battlefield. A horse beneath me, and I can determine the fate of the realm. With the nation in peril, how could Ling Yun cling to life? Every inch of land is soaked in blood, and a hundred thousand young men form an army. One sword, one drink, one martial world: I won't let this transmigration go to waste. I'll drink my fill today.