Daoist_Drumstick

Han Cai had a very good life, as he was born into a wealthy merchant family. He had access to anything he wanted, and he was always safe, protected by guards at all times. His family was one of the wealthiest in the town, and no one dared to offend them.

All of this was going to change. Han Cai's father was taking him to the Sky Soaring sect, where he would begin his life as a cultivator.

His past life was filled with regret and loneliness, and he was grateful for the opportunity to start anew in the world. 

But honestly, he knew he was a Scoundrel in his past life and will be one in this life too. 
He looked at his system panel

[Name: Han Cai]

[Age: 10]

[Life Span: 40 Years]

»Strength: 1

»Perception: 1

»Agility: 1

»Speed: 1

»Constitution: 1

»Intelligence: 2

»Charm: 1

[Exchange Points: 820 (1/day)]

[System Update : ? (Collect 1000 Exchange points to unlock)]

[Initiate Law of Equal Exchange?]

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Keywords: Transmigration , Action, Adventure, System, Male Protagonist , Accelerated Growth ,Anti-social Protagonist ,Calm Protagonist ,Cautious Protagonist , Charming Protagonist, Cheat , Clones , Handsome Male Lead , Selfish Protagonist , Strength-based Social Hierarchy , Hard-Working Protagonist



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Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

There are some dark, tragic moments depicted in this chapter. If you do not like tragic, dark situations, please skip this chapter.

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The carriage slowly passed through many streets, picking up a few more children before it reached the wealthy side of the city. Han Cai wondered what the old man's mission was and why he was involved in this kidnapping of innocent children.

The carriage rattled along the streets for hours, moving past various city districts, both affluent and impoverished. Eventually, it came to a stop in front of a grand mansion. The gates of the mansion slowly creaked open, and the carriage pulled through, circling around to the back of the building before coming to a stop.

Trauma