Liangjiang County.

Inside the Academy of Confucianism and the Dao.

A great scholar glared furiously at the chaos among the students and bellowed,

“What’s there to be proud of? Have you mastered the classics of the sages?!”

“Even a genius like Zeng Anmin is still focused on his studies! And what about you lot?!”

The students instantly fell silent.

The scholar added coldly,

“The rankings for this round of academy exams are finalized.”

“Zeng Anmin’s essay won first place among the three counties. The title was ‘My Governor Father’.”

“Go ask him for some pointers!”

The hall turned eerily silent.

Everyone turned to look at Zeng Anmin—eyes filled with oddity and teasing.

But Zeng Anmin had no time for them.

He was completely absorbed in his cheat system panel, lips twitching as he stared at his absurd power-ups:

(Prismatic) Power of the Elite: Your combat ability always exceeds your current martial realm by one level.

(Prismatic) Ancestral Dragon Pact: Consume lifespan to raise your martial realm.

(Prismatic) Divine Forge: Gain one martial artifact every 80 years; gain one now.

(Gold) Heart of the Warrior: For every 10 feet between you and your target, your martial aura’s strength increases by 9%.

“Bro… my dad’s a Confucian Saint, and you’re seriously forcing me to be some crude martial meathead?!”