Those Years I Hid My Edge in the Zhenwu Division

[Decisive killing, high IQ, genius type, honest but sly, keeping a low profile]

On the surface, I am an unremarkable reserve constable in Linjiang County’s Town Martial Division.

My martial cultivation is at the bottom, I owe thirty taels of silver, and every day when I get home I drink the bowl of warm porridge my little sister made for me, living a tight and frugal life.

In secret, I have read the cultivation manual left by my father no fewer than a hundred times, and I have organized the scattered insights I accumulated over three years into a complete cultivation system.

I just lack an opportunity...

Until one night, when the Tiger Might Gang came to my door to demand repayment and slapped my shoulder.

The system... activated.

The theoretical accumulation from three years of hard cultivation finally had a chance to be put to use.

From that day on, I learned how to hide my edge.

Later, whenever anyone developed killing intent toward me, by the time they decided when to strike, I had already chosen the time for them.

If I do not move, I do nothing. If I move, it is clean and decisive.

In the eyes of my colleagues, I am a genius from a humble background, with divine comprehension.

In the eyes of my enemies, I am the death god of fate, leaving no bones behind.

I just want to live a little better and let my little sister live a good life.

My name is Ye Wuhen.

This blade will never be drawn before the time comes.

(Not mindless power fantasy; the system is only a converter, the strong part is the person.)