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Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives

# decisive Shen Ran transmigrates to a fantasy world and becomes a disciple of the Empyrean Sword Sect. Problem is, everything about him is ordinary— ordinary talent, ordinary temperament, ordinary life… In this cruel world where cultivation talent determines how far one could go, this means that Shen Ran's future can be seen at a glance. Banished to the servant quarters as a servant disciple, his daily grind is to attend to mundane chores which will go on until he dies of old age a hundred years later. Then he comes across a narrative modification system which makes it possible to rewrite entire lives! An avid reader of online novels in his previous life, Shen Ran relishes the chance to read the narratives of everyone and everything and alter them. The narratives modified by him will become reality! This is the story of how he transforms his ordinary life by editing his narrative and going on to cultivate the Dao, handle calamities, and rule the ages. And he is limited only by his imagination!

Brother Mahua · Ost
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The Fifth-Level Illumination-Realm Wang Qingxuan!

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

The moment the elder left the ring, all the chaos in the outside world became extremely distant in Shen Ran's ears.

He stood calmly in the ring and looked coldly at Wang Qingxuan.

He understood that this would be the strongest opponent he had encountered since he started to cultivate.

Perhaps it would also be the toughest battle.

But Shen Ran would not back down.

He recalled the scenes from the past.

Because he had offended Wang Qingxuan, he was demoted to a servant disciple of the Ninth Summit.

On another occasion when he was hunting the ferocious beast, the Cloud Leopard, he accidentally encountered Wang Qingxuan's follower and learned the secret of the Blood Cloud Powder, causing Wang Qingxuan to plan to silence him.

These scenes appeared in his mind and he remembered them vividly.

Glancing at Shen Ran indifferently, Wang Qingxuan stood there calmly. His gaze was like a knife, cold and sharp, filled with killing intent.