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Song Lianzhou transmigrated into an upgrade-style Long Aotian cultivation novel.
The original host was the sect’s noble, bright, and highly powerful senior martial brother, yet he suffered a crushing defeat in the cultivation world grand tournament against an outer sect disciple the male lead, Ye Xisheng and eventually died of melancholy.
The system demanded that he alter this destiny, defeat the male lead, and claim the number one spot.
However, the only two words Song Lianzhou saw in his mind were “defeat.”
Having never dropped below the top three in any exam or competition since childhood, and possessing an obsession with first place bordering on the pathological, Song Lianzhou hailed as the “God of Grinding” declared: This will not do.
Thus, he knocked over the male lead’s spiritual medicine, causing the male lead to look at him gloomily: “How did you know there was poison inside?”
He snatched away the male lead’s mental cultivation manual ahead of time, prompting the male lead to remark: “This manual clashes with my cultivation technique; senior brother is truly thoughtful.”
When the male lead was subjected to the punishment of being thrown off a cliff, Song Lianzhou knew this was a turning point, as the fortuitous opportunity at the bottom of the abyss would allow one to be reborn from the ashes after death and start opening the cheat codes to slap faces thereafter.
Therefore, the exact second before the male lead jumped off the cliff, he hustled and shoved the person to the side: “Step aside.”
Do you even know how to die properly? Let me do it.
Later, the male lead closed in on him step by step: “Senior brother, I never expected your affection toward me to run so deep.”
“I am also fond of you.”
Song Lianzhou: “???”
Ye Xisheng knew that he was actually a character inside a book.
Reborn back to his eighteenth year, he had no remaining desires and only wished to find a place to live in seclusion, far away from the secular world.
Upon opening his eyes for the very first time, he saw a tall and slender youth in cyan robes lowering his gaze slightly to ask: “Are you alright?”
Ye Xisheng’s dead and silent heart suddenly began to beat uncontrollably.
