Guard August

Absurd! Reincarnating as a newborn in a demon-infested world, the overturning system arrived 30 years early.

[At 30, after enduring endless hardships, you have achieved nothing and remain a loner. Reward: Late Bloomer (Talent) - Effect: The older your bones, the faster you cultivate.]
[Overturning mission: Defeat Chen Yuan at the sixth level of the Guiyuan Realm within a year. Reward: Swordsmanship entry-level]

One-year-old Chen Yi looked at the content on the panel, then down at his small arms and legs, falling into deep thought.
'Damn! This system definitely arrived too early!'
'I'm only a year old, what good is the Late Bloomer talent now?'
'And Chen Yuan of the Guiyuan Realm...'
...
Years later, war reports came from the frontlines.
'The Tianyuan Continent’s top ten martial arts prodigy, Champion Marquis of the Wei Dynasty, the Amorous Young Master, Sword Saint Chen Yi, slaughtered 100,000 demons on the battlefield of Taizhou Mountain to celebrate for the human race!'
However, Chen Yi looked at the battlefield flowing with rivers of blood and shook his head:
'I’ve been making overturn since I was one, experiencing countless life and death situations to achieve my current cultivation level. It’s not surprising you can’t resist!'
Those 'life and death' crises were terrifyingly daunting.
The big brother at one year old, childhood sweetheart at five, senior brother at ten, princess at a tender age...
Who understands my hardships?
PS: Infant stream, system-arriving-early stream, light-hearted, humorous, passionate.
PPS: Also known as 'Starting the Overturn as an Infant', 'Reborn as an Infant, What an Overturn! ', 'Talking is Useless, It's Time to Fight.'

I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

At this time, it was November and winter was approaching, bringing along strong and cold mountain winds.


Especially at night, the icy mountain winds would carry frost debris from deep within the Wuliang Mountain, blowing it all around.


Not to mention ordinary people without cultivation, even those protected by True Yuan would feel the cold piercing into their bones if they stood in the mountain wind for a long time.


"Four thousand five hundred twelve, four thousand five hundred thirteen..."


The cold full moon cast silver radiance, shining upon the figure of Chen Yuan.


Compared to when he joined Wuliang Mountain, his previously thin frame had become much stronger, and his stature had also grown by half a foot.


Though his face still held youthful tenderness, his expression had become more serene and even aloof.


Chapter 57 Where Did the Good Fortune Go?!