"Under One Person: Tang Clan's Little Martial Uncle"
You had to live through things to understand life's ups and downs. You had to face them to grasp the greater good of the nation.
Tang Qian was a transmigrator, and he'd arrived at a rather inopportune time.
Starting that year, he met many people and experienced many things. Zhang Zhiwei of Dragon-Tiger Mountain had beaten him up, and Duanmu Ying of Jishi Hall had saved his life...
He'd been dispirited and indignant, but there was one thing that had never wavered.
A fanfic set in the world of Under One Person, taking place in 1937.
"I'll Slay Gods and Ghosts with Martial Arts"
In the 240th year of Zhuxia, the age called upon one transmigrator to strive with all his might, save the nation from peril, and bring about a new world.
Wu Dao gazed at a map of Zhuxia's seventy-two provinces. From the Suwu Sea in the north to Li Province in the south, Ying Province in the east, and the Arabian Sea in the west, its territory covered about 24 million square kilometers. He couldn't help falling silent.
Did this world really have no need for Wu Dao to work hard at anything?
Then came martial arts, true power, changes in the Celestial Orbital Track, and the replacement of the Terrestrial Instrument. That same year, the world revealed its old face, and Wu Dao's own grin turned savage.
"Nature gave birth to all things to nourish humankind, yet humankind has not a single virtue with which to repay Heaven."
"We must strike them head-on!"
"Could you possibly be as clever as your ancestors?"
"I'd say you lot of demons and monsters are overdue for a good slaughter."
"Isn't it just that I, Wu Dao, haven't worked hard enough?"