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Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

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?] ______________________________________________ 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 ______________________________________________

Daoist_Drumstick · Fantasi Timur
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Shadow Panther

A man with golden hair stood tall in the pagoda, and his eyes closed in deep meditation as he meditated about something. His face was chiseled and defined, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His golden hair was swept back from his forehead, revealing a high, noble brow. The man's eyes were closed, but if they were open, they would be a piercing shade of blue, full of wisdom and power.

Every inch of his body seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura, making him seem larger than life. His skin was a radiant gold color, almost as if he was crafted from the very metal itself. His robes were a deep golden color, trimmed with gold thread and intricate designs. The man's fingers were long and slender, adorned with rings of pure gold.

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of golden orbs. He spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "There is an anomaly." His voice was powerful and resonant, filling the pagoda with its intensity.