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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 ______________________________________________

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3 Years later (Part One)

[Volume 3 - Enigma of the North]

A young man stood on the terrace of a cave abode, the crisp morning air biting at his skin. Dressed in a pristine white robe, his figure was a perfect blend of the blanket of snow that covered the land. He held a flute to his lips, and as he played, the sweet sound of the instrument danced through the air.

 

As the notes of the flute filled the silence, the young man closed his eyes, lost in the melody. The flute sang of the beauty of the winter forest, the gentle flutter of snowflakes, and the serene tranquility of the snowy landscape. The notes were soft and melodic yet carried a hint of sorrow as if the flute was mourning the passing of the seasons.