My Father is a Confucian Sage, But the System Forces Me to Be a Crude Warrior

Liangjiang County.

Inside the Confucian Academy.

A great scholar looked at the many students who were in a mess and shouted angrily:

"What is there to be proud of? You have read the books of sages and saints?!"

"Zeng Anmin is so talented and he is still sitting in his seat and concentrating on studying. What about you?!"

The students immediately fell silent. The great

scholar said coldly:

"The ranking of this college examination has been determined."

"Zeng Anmin's test paper won the first place in the three counties. The test paper title is "My Governor Father." "

"Ask more people for advice!"

The scene was instantly quiet.

Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin.

Their eyes were strange and ambiguous.

Zeng Anmin had no time to pay attention to them.

He was completely immersed in his gold finger panel at this time. He

looked at the plug-in with a twitch at the corner of his mouth:

(Prismatic) High-end power: Your combat power is always one level higher than the martial arts realm.

(Prismatic) Ancestral Dragon's Covenant: Consume life to improve the martial arts realm.

(Prismatic) Artifact Forge: Obtain a martial arts artifact every eighty years, and obtain one immediately.

(Gold) Warrior's Heart: For every 10 feet of distance from the target, your martial arts aura becomes 9% stronger.

"Brother, my father is a Confucian sage, why do you insist on making me a crude warrior?!"