My Father is a Confucian Saint, But the System Forces Me to Be a Crude Martial Artist

Two Rivers Prefecture.

Inside the Confucian Academy.

A Grand Confucian scholar watched the chaotic students, extremely indignant, and roared:

"What's there to be proud of?! Have you all understood the Sages' books?!"

"Even a great talent like Zeng Anmin is still diligently studying in his seat, what about you all?!"

The students immediately fell silent.

The Grand Confucian said coldly:

"The rankings for this academy examination have been decided."

"Zeng Anmin's paper received the top score across three prefectures. The essay topic was 'My Governor Father'."

"Go and learn more from others!"

The scene instantly became incredibly quiet.

Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin.

Their gazes were strange and ambiguous.

Zeng Anmin, however, had no time to pay attention to them.

He was completely engrossed in his golden finger panel at this moment.

He watched the cheat system with a twitching mouth:

(Prismatic) High-End Power: Your combat power is always one level higher than your martial arts realm.

(Prismatic) Ancestral Dragon's Pact: Consume lifespan to increase martial arts realm.

(Prismatic) Divine Artifact Forge: Obtain one martial arts divine artifact every eighty years. Immediately obtain one.

(Golden) Heart of a Warrior: For every *zhang* of distance from the target, the power of your martial arts aura increases by 9%.

Bro, my father is a Confucian Saint, why do you insist on making me this crude martial artist?!