I opened my eyes to see a moon-white Daoist robe and a cinnabar mark between my brows reflected in a bronze mirror. Memories flooded back: I had somehow become Meng Yiqiu, the cultivation world's most infamous laughingstock, a good-for-nothing male protagonist!
“Ding! System activated!”
An innate Dao body, a supreme flying sword, an unparalleled sword bone… All the opportunities that should have belonged to the male protagonist had become rewards from my System! Seeing my fellow disciples waiting outside the mountain gate with swords in hand, eager to laugh at me, I brushed off my sleeves and stepped outside. Since fate had changed hands, I was claiming the title of Frost Sword Master!
Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye, and the ninth tribulation of heavenly lightning shattered the sky. I stood with my hands behind my back atop the mountain, watching a white-robed immortal figure gradually take shape in the void. “Fellow Daoist, the karma of this world has been settled. Ascend in peace.” My fingers brushed the sword bound to my life, and my smile deepened. “From now on, I will protect this mortal realm!”
As that figure became a streak of light and vanished through the Heavenly Gate, the numbers on the System panel continued to race. So what if I was once a laughingstock? In this life, fate belongs to me. I am the one and only ruler of the cultivation world!
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