Shen Jiahao lived for 317 years and was still stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment. As he lay dying, his enemy asked whether he'd dare live the same way if he got another life. He thought it over seriously. "The biggest mistake I made in this life was being too low-key."
When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again. Zhao Qingshan, who had died, was still alive, and his enemies hadn't grown into threats yet. With three hundred years of memories in his head, Jiahao claimed the most dilapidated courtyard in the Qingyun Sect. There was a spirit spring beneath it, so this was a sure win.
Except the spring was three zhang off, the sect took possession of it, and he had to pay to repair the house. Then, just when he finally got his hands on that opportunity, his sixteen-year-old meridians nearly got wrecked by the cultivation technique he'd practiced for three hundred years.
Fine, being reborn didn't mean getting a Golden Core from the start. This time, he would form the core he hadn't managed to form in his previous life, and save the friend he hadn't been able to save. As for how to live more like Jiahao? He looked up at the leaking roof. "First, help me steady the ladder."
