The Scholar from a Humble Background
A drunkard with neither ambition nor purpose finds himself transported to the darkest and most chaotic era in Chinese history—what can he possibly accomplish? Yet he possesses a nobler spirit than Ji Kang, drinks more heartily than Liu Ling, and is more gifted than Tao Yuanming. Though born a humble scholar, he commands legions numbering in the millions, halting violence with violence, hunting across the Central Plains, watering his horses in the Yellow River. His integrity surpasses all, his poetry and wine are unmatched; countless heroes bow before him, countless beauties fall for him, and the fate of the realm changes hands. Some strive to govern the South, others plot for dominion over the world. In blue robes atop a white horse, an elegant gentleman, who now dares to claim that scholars are useless?
The Scholar from a Humble Background
Dao Xuan, clad in monk’s robes, knelt on the hillside, his rear end sticking up like a cannon. Of course, Dao Xuan had no idea what a cannon looked like, but Zhang Chi did, because he was a transmigrator. So, to Zhang Chi’s eyes, Dao Xuan’s posture appeared all the more ridiculous.
“They’re not Qin soldiers, just a few petty thieves,” Dao Xuan said, turning his head to see Zhang Chi grinning wickedly behind him, which sent a chill down his spine. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked, “What are you laughing at?”
Truthfully, Zhang Chi found Dao Xuan’s upturned posture hilarious, but what struck him more was how little Dao Xuan, crouched on the ground like this, resembled a master of martial arts.
“There must be several dozen of those thieves. I doubt you could take them all,” Zhang Chi remarked.
That statement deeply annoyed Dao Xuan. He had entered the monastery as a child and had trained in martial arts ever since, enduring over a decade of hardship. He could move freely even in the chaos of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield—how could a few farm-tool-wielding bandits possibly be a problem? Dao Xuan rolled his eyes in frustration.
Nonetheless, Dao Xuan held a certain respect for Zhang Chi. Otherwise, with his youthful temper, Zhang Chi would have suffered for his insolence already.
It was only a few days ago that Dao Xuan and his senior brother, Dao Yuan, had escaped Chang’an, only to be caught on the border near Qin and Jin by Qin soldiers in pursuit. His senior brother was older, so Dao Xuan carried him on his back, fleei
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