After the Cannon Fodder Stole the Chosen One's Fortune

"Stupid and cute author please collect"

Huai Ren died three times before he realized that he was Shuang Wenli's cannon fodder.

He stared at the characters suspended above his head in a daze.

Cannon fodder fate-mortality rate: 99.9%

Five minutes later, you will die in the aftermath of the battle between the great masters of the secret realm.

After resurrecting, I was able to see my fate and cause of death.

He doesn't want to die anymore.

A rare treasure suddenly appeared, countless monks scrambled for it, and blood flowed in the secret realm. In the purgatory of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a man dressed in white clothes suddenly stepped out. The clothes were not stained by dust, as if he were an immortal.

The artifact recognized its owner, and the whole world was shocked.

Everyone ridiculed and coveted, waiting to see this low-level cultivator who was guilty of carrying the jade fall from the clouds into the dust.

"Did Huai Ren die today?"

"——Not only did he not die, he also joined the most prosperous No. 1 Immortal Sect, gained an immortal body through incredible luck, and also enlightened on the lost ancient secrets, becoming a hot favorite of heaven."

"... He was killed on this day."

He believed that he would never die again after using his past life memories to counterattack the fate of passers-by. Until the day of apprenticeship, the high-spirited young man looked towards the distant mountain top and indicated that he would accept him as his disciple.

Huairen was horrified to find that his destiny and cause of death had changed.

Protagonist's fate-mortality rate: "100%"

One day, he was fucked and "dead" by Long Aotian.

He set up the most difficult apprenticeship task, hoping that the other party would be able to retreat despite the difficulties.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the young man returned from the secret realm.

His body was obviously covered in blood and his clothes were in tatters, but his eyes were full of determination to win. He smiled and conjured a crumbling flower from his sleeve for him. The three golden characters "Long Aotian" above his head hurt his eyes.

It's over.

…

It's not easy to be Long Aotian's master.

Today, I was giving guidance to two disciples in the martial arts field. When I looked up, I saw that the destiny had become cannon fodder. My disciple was practicing his sword expressionlessly on the side, and he called a few brothers to come to the ring to spar with each other.

He casually praised a new genius somewhere, looked up and immediately choked on his tea. His disciple was serving tea respectfully with a smile on his face, but he beat him to pieces in the sect competition with his backhand.

Huairen: If you beat them, you can't beat me anymore :-D.

Even though he was struggling to survive every day, he quickly found a way to deal with the uncertainty of Long Aotian.

You only need to unconditionally believe and defend the other party when they are being framed; praise the other party when they achieve outstanding results (note: Long Aotian likes to be patted on the head the most)...

The most important point: in order to avoid a tragic ending and save the sparse plot, connect Long Aotian and the destined Taoist companion in the book in advance.

Huai Ren was just happily holding up the red thread with gongs and drums, when he found that the other end was as motionless as a mountain. He looked at it in confusion, and Long Aotian just looked at him, his eyes as dark as the day he returned from the secret realm many years ago.

The other party strode over with a red rope in hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, do you really want to give me to someone else?"

…

When the lights flickered late at night, what Long Aotian was holding was no longer a crumbling flower...

But... All kinds of sentimental things.

When he was deep in thought, he had some free time: "Master, can you still use my disciple's immortal body?"

After saying that, she glanced sideways at the top of his head and said with a smile: "The immortal body will make you immortal, and today..."

"I will make you want to die."

Huairen: Please let me go (ノДT)!!!

Reading guide: I am a cultivator, so I will start writing from the point of accepting disciples as expected. The stupid author focuses on 1v1 pure love, physical and mental solemnity, the protagonist will grow, and the ending is HE.

I'll write the rest after I think about it.

Modified on 2025.5.2, Saved

Concept: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life