The Dragon-Ao-Tian Conquest System [Quick Transmigration]

Punk cultivation + winning over scum shou's dog of a man

A great cultivator at the Tribulation stage was betrayed by his Dao companion and disciple, and fell at the Immortal-Asking Platform while summoning the twelve heavenly bolts. The patriarch self-detonated his core and perished alongside the two scumbags.

But while the world knew that Patriarch Junhong's soul had dispersed, no one knew he had been reborn in another world.

What happens when an old-fashioned relic wakes up with a System and finds himself inside a modern cultivation novel about a chosen-one hero?

Wait, why are the tsundere, self-conquering / goofy, casually-annihilating / macho-but-tearful CEOs in every world all so much like my dead disciple who betrayed his teacher and ancestor, while the CEOs' scheming little white flowers are all so much like my dead Dao companion, sweet-tongued but treacherous?

The patriarch says, why cultivate immortality when you can...

Steal the CEO's man.

Snatch the CEO's opportunities.

Dig up the CEO's spiritual veins.

The CEO's little white flower that he stole?

Go cry somewhere else!

Wait, this CEO seems a little too easy to bully.

Patriarch Junhong: "You damned CEO (disciple), come here. Let's cultivate together."

CP: Overwhelmingly domineering patriarch gong × chosen-one hero.

Original dynamic: Unrestrained, scummy, oblivious-to-his-own-scumminess master gong × cold, devoted disciple shou who strictly follows the rules of the sect

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The most regrettable thing the little disciple, who had spent his whole life strictly following the rules of the sect and being an old-fashioned, aloof man, ever did was join forces with his master's scummy Dao companion to "frame" his master. He only meant to make his master see what a scumbag his lover was, but things got out of hand and he accidentally killed his master...

The little disciple was utterly heartbroken.

So he found a wisp of his master's soul, refined his own consciousness into a System, and secretly set it up as a master-romancing System.

Little did he know his master wouldn't play by the rules.

In every world, he unleashed his scumbag nature and tormented the disciple from beginning to end.

In the final world, he lured his master back, and their souls switched bodies. His master looked at him, suffering and devoted, and fell silent.

The usually aloof little disciple curled his lips. In an instant, he was like snow melting in the spring breeze. "Master, you finally deigned to look at me."

Theme: Hard work is rewarded; strive tirelessly.