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Book Name: Project Relife: 2x Isekai System
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Grand Elder pondered for a while before posing out his answer, "Aryan, have you read any history books on the old ways of cultivation."

"What?!!" 

“Ah, how to say…. The answer you gave is invalid in this era. That cultivation system you are talking about is a two-millennium old history. I don't know how you came to know about those, but it's better to erase them from your memory.”
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This is what Aryan got to hear from his gramps, on his fifth birthday.

Wang Huang, a genius venerable cultivator from the ancient era, died in an unforeseen accident while searching for his path to immortality.

After being stuck in a dark space for an unknown period, he took rebirth as the first son of Aditya and Anisa. Till the age of five, he was fantasizing of becoming an overpowered MC with a harem filled with seductive, voluptuous and alluring ladies.

But little did he know at that time, that the world of cultivation has taken many twists and turns over the past two millennia, and his past knowledge of cultivation is outdated!!!

Even though Aryan past life knowledge became trash in that new era, he didn’t give up on his dream of becoming an overpowered MC and continued his journey.

 But again, little did he know, that the upcoming future events, starting from Cultivation, followed by Cross-dressing, Sci-Fi, Cultivation Technique………

Will keep on crushing him and his world view!!

My Knowledge Of Cultivation Is Completely Shattered

That day, not only about his powers and the Sage Emperor, Grand Elder told Sen about some more secrets that he was completely unaware of. Never in his life had he thought that his family had secrets like that.

The day passed, and the night came, Sen had his dinner and headed straight to his room. He jumped on his bed, put his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes at once.

Not to sleep, but to rearrange everything he had found out that day. After revising everything once, he started to doze off and fell asleep without knowing.

Never in his life had he thought the next two years will be the hellish life of his years. For two years straight he used to wake up early in the morning, join Aditya and Sir Jean on his hundred kilometers morning run, then report at home by 8:30.

The last fight