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There are villains. There are victims. And then there’s me—the unfortunate soul stuck in the body of a rich young master, surrounded by silk sheets, one very traumatized girl with vengeance in her eyes, and a system that says I’ve got a 99.98% chance of a future death. Literally. Armed with a shady interface, a migraine, and the overwhelming desire not to die horribly, I have to dodge revenge plots, redeem this young master legacy, and somehow survive in a world where swords fly, beasts talk, and making eye contact with the wrong girl gets you struck by heavenly lightning. Simple enough—until I found out his own grandfather wanted him crippled. And just when I thought I’d survived the worst of it—bam. Exile. Mortal. Rock bottom. Cultivation Error 404. No spirit roots, no support, and a karmic backlog longer than a sect elder’s beard. The heavens played with Xiao Tian''''s fate once. And when I run into a certain suspiciously wise old janitor? Let’s just say fate’s got a new player on the board. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. But now that I’ve been handed the cultivation equivalent of a cosmic middle finger? I’m climbing back up. Tooth, nail, and plot armor. Try and stop me. Timing: M - W - F ( Till entering RS ) What to expect: ✅ A very unlucky main character with high survivability and low shame ✅ Cultivation shenanigans ✅ System nonsense ✅ Face-slapping, fast-talking, and plot-twisting ✅ Redemption arcs (begrudgingly) ✅ Sects, beasts, and scary old men with long beards ✅ Surprisingly wise janitors ✅ Exactly one traumatized girl and a lot of misunderstandings What not to expect: ❌ A harem ❌ Competence at the start ❌ Peace and quiet