Cultivation: The Secret List of the Scheming Bandit
My name is Cao Kun. My grandmother often told me that I am a descendant of Cao Cao, but I never believed her—until one day, I found myself transported to a cultivation world where the path to immortality truly exists. At the same time, I acquired a ranking system that judges the purity of one's bloodline. By interacting with figures on the ranking list, I could obtain all manner of miraculous treasures, making the attainment of immortality no longer an impossible dream. I understood then. Yet, in that moment, I could not help but wonder—how am I any different from the infamous Cao Cao himself?
Cultivation: The Secret List of the Scheming Bandit
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Blue skies, white clouds, a boundless stretch of clear weather.
Beneath this magnificent land, a boy of fourteen or fifteen lay sprawled on an expanse of grass. A sprig of foxtail grass dangled from the corner of his lips.
The youth's features were strikingly handsome—rosy lips, white teeth, and a complexion as fair as porcelain. His straight, sword-like brows and bright, starry eyes shone with an ethereal luster, as if borrowed from the moonlight on earth, naturally drawing attention. His face seemed sculpted with exquisite care; the bridge of his nose was both elegant and strong, and his lips held the delicate hue of cherry blossoms. The curve of his mouth was perfectly shaped, as though he were always on the verge of smiling.
Such a smile seemed capable of parting the clouds, letting sunlight pour through to warm the world—gentle and at ease—yet in the depths of his obsidian eyes, there lingered a hint of irreverent detachment, as if he stood at a distance from all things.
This young man was none other than Cao Kun—or rather, in this life, he was called Cao Chengyu.
His family resided by the Luo River, in Immortal Tower City, one of the three great clans of the city, the Cao family’s young master.
This wild patch beyond the city, where water plants grew, was his secret refuge for relaxation, rarely visited by others.
“Ah, when will these days ever end?” he sighed.
He often found himself longing for the comforts of his past life—cell phones, computers, lavish meals...
In this world, he had lived
