In a world where people only cultivate their bodies, the protagonist awakens the Sage of Confucianism System.
“A weak little runt like you? I could kill you with one finger.”
“Then let me show you the power of my sharp tongue and eloquence.”
“Hmph. You can only swagger around later on. A genius who can’t grow stronger is still just a corpse in the end.”
“Ten paces to kill a man, a thousand miles without a trace.”
“You...”
“Disciple, that’s the power of poetry.”
“Behold my Lion’s Roar!”
“Then I’ll play Ambush from Ten Sides!”
“Get close to this kid and it’s over!”
“Heh. Take this Mohist Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, free of charge!”
“I went berserk while practicing, and my meridians are in chaos. I’m a cripple now!”
“No problem. A little acupuncture and massage from the School of Medicine will sort you out!”
“Good heavens! Weren’t we told he was a cripple? How is he so powerful?”
