When You Become an NPC That Might Die Any Moment in the Novice Village - Chapter 508 - 183 Bai Fu Grows into a Star Sea BOSS【5.8k】

(Vol. 1 completed. Vol. 2 in continuation...)Short Synopsis: A politician from Earth gets transmigrated into a semi-familiar cultivation world, where typical Xianxia protagonists are cooking trouble in every corner of the street!Guided by a unique system, he begins to amass a legion of such children of destiny, manipulating each of them into becoming his fan and a partner-in-crime.What to expect:1. Extremely overpowered enemies who actually have a brain.2. Side Characters who make impact on the story3. MC schemes more than he fights, and he ALWAYS fights dirty.4. There are tons of scheming by side characters that even the MC can't easily deconstruct.5. MC's cultivation method is fucked up beyond anything you've read on Webnovel. It grows wilder with each arc. So don't expect typical power-ups and revenge subplots.6. Dry, lowbrow comedy is common across all of my writings. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I can't help it.Additional Tags: Time Travellers, Transmigrators, Reincarnators, Regressors, Machiavellian Characters, Ruthless Scheming, Villainous MC, Multiple Timelines, Paradoxes, Extensive Worldbuilding, System, Survival, Yanderes, Overpowered Female Leads, Enemies To Lovers, Villainesses, No NTR or Yuri, Mysterious Past, Bloodlines, Multiple Power Systems, Politics, Older Love Interests, Master-Disciple Relationship, Wholesome Relationships, Kingdom Building.

My Shenhao system can only be upgraded after completing tasks.

With the Shenhao system in hand, you can go all the way to a radical life!

This is the rhapsody of a thirty-year-old man!

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Sometimes, as we go about with our lives, we all happen to think of one specific thought at least once.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.