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Fate is weird. Of all the people in the world, why would it select me to send to a different world? 

And what is it trying to do? Put up a show by giving me a system? But oh well, what do I care. 

The previous owner of this body was a cripple and looked down on, but now I can slap their faces with my system.

Young masters? Get out of my way!

Princes? Geniuses? Oh please. I have a system. That does not mean anything to me. 

I know that I am not the greatest. But fate gave me a cheat system, and I am not wasting it.

I am going to do whatever it takes to conquer this world. Fate forced me to do this. It isn’t my fault if I cause some ruin on the way.

Note - In the few months that this has been up, I noticed that many readers complain that the MC is stupid and dumb. That is how he is at the beginning. He is skeptical. He does not believe that he is reincarnated. But as the story progresses, you can see that he develops and adapts. I hope that you can get till there. 

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Reincarnated With A System In A Cultivation World

"I will wait. This boy has potential, but his temperament is not good enough. Maybe three years hence, he will be tempered and will learn some humility.

Until then, I have no intention of taking him as a disciple." A big and burly looking man said. He was one of the few middle aged looking men among the elders.

There was only one woman though, so I knew that she was the anamoly.

"Then we shall proceed to the next match. The number twos, enter the ring." the deacon said.

The two men who just fought looked to the ground with disappointment. Ofcourse they wanted to become a personal disciple of a master. It would give them more resources, and would guarantee that they would get to a higher cultivation quickly.

Taking disciples