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

Han Cai found the suggestion amusing - a private room for their first meeting? Regaining his composure, he carefully appraised Xiaolian. Seeing a hint of shyness, he responded stiffly, "Alright, lead the way."

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior Han. Please, follow me," the veiled woman replied with evident relief, leading the way with graceful strides. The young woman, Lifen, trailed behind with a dejected look. She couldn't help stealing glances at Han Cai. Each time their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze, her ears flushing a deep shade of red.

Upon observing this, Han Cai displayed a mysterious grin, chuckling to himself internally.

The inn was a short distance away, and soon enough, Han Cai found himself stepping into a pavilion marked by a prominent banner that read, "Refreshments."

Trade