The Great Feng Dynasty's Number One Cunning Man: From a Seventh-Rank Dog Official to a Martial Saint

[Transmigration] [System] [High Martial] [Comedy] [Officialdom] [Play the pig to eat the tiger] [Keep a low profile] [Smart protagonist]

Shen Wuji's soul transmigrates into the high-martial Great Feng dynasty, where he becomes a handsome seventh-rank county magistrate in Baishi County, physically weak enough that he can't even truss a chicken.

To survive in this chaotic era, where scholars are poor and martial artists are rich, and human lives are worth less than grass, he has to make money at once to buy meat and cultivate peerless martial arts to keep the entire county in line.

But the previous magistrate was just drowned in a pond by a gang. The county office has only three copper coins left in its accounts. The bandits of Blackwind Stronghold have given the town a deadline before they slaughter everyone. Inside the city, bullies from the Canal Gang kill people in broad daylight. Shen Wuji can't even afford meat to replenish his vital energy, and faces certain death at any moment, whether by being drowned or silenced!

At the brink of despair, two Systems activate: [Choose One of Three Daily Merit Rewards] and [Tenfold Critical Bonus at Midnight]. He can choose from daily intel, traits, and attribute points, while at midnight, the rewards he earns that day from solving cases and suppressing bandits, as well as the vital energy gained from eating meat, receive a tenfold critical bonus!

Others practice martial arts by spending their entire fortunes on arduous cultivation. Shen Wuji gets out of trouble by being an unscrupulous, underhanded dog of a magistrate!

When faced with a string of bizarre cases involving people freeloading, he strips the culprit in court and gives him a beating. At midnight, he gets ten years' worth of pure inner energy!

Facing a deadly gang boss with skin as tough as iron, he sends a devoted scholar undercover to set a trap with laxatives. He takes five thousand taels in stolen silver and ten times the usual stake-training proficiency, all without a scratch!

Facing the second-rate martial artist who leads Blackwind Stronghold, he wolfs down ten jin of fatty pork belly to replenish his depleted vital energy, then turns around and dumps ten packets of knockout powder and quicklime into the stronghold's well!

Years later, as Blood Lotus Cult demons breach the capital and the three Grandmasters lie dead in pools of blood, the seventh-rank county magistrate whom the whole world knows as a greedy coward who relies only on underhanded tricks quietly draws a concept-level throwing knife.