Li Chengfeng wakes up to find himself unexpectedly turned into a mere garrison commander of the Yingyang Guards in the Great Chu Dynasty, and what is more, his backer has already died. Fortunately, he has a system attached to him: as long as he gets a promotion, he is rewarded with max-level martial arts. What? Being a centurion rewards him with the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms? A chiliarch rewards him with otherworldly flying immortals? Century-old clans, millennium-old sects—as long as they dare to block my path of promotion and getting rich, they will all be suppressed by me. And as his official rank continuously rises, Li Chengfeng discovers that the emperor's look at him has become somewhat strange. "Beloved Official Li, how about this imperial throne? Why don't I give it to you to sit on?"