Stellar Transformations - Book 9 Chapter 13

Transmigrated into a cultivation world, reborn as a striking genius with extraordinary talent and a formidable lineage. But there’s a catch—he’s the villain, already pitted against the story’s invincible protagonist.So what? The hero may wield the power of fate, but this villain has a cheat system, taking every advantage with ruthless precision. Witness him defy the heavens, rewrite his destiny, and rise to unparalleled dominance!

The first prodigal of the Mu family has returned from rebirth, changing the very colors of heaven and earth, rewriting the entire world.Possessing divine treasures and magical weapons, she is all-powerful. With debts of vengeance to settle and debts of gratitude to repay! Whether to walk sideways or upright, the posture is a free choice!Reborn with a divine artifact, she possesses foresight, attracting good fortune and avoiding disaster, earning her the title of the greatest diviner!The greatest diviner, with the swirling changes of the world in her palm. However, upon encountering that person, she is unable to control her own heart.“You calculate the heavens and the earth, but have you ever calculated my feelings for you?” A smile blooms on that person's handsome face, as if a deity has descended.The Mu family's prodigal son, reborn and overturning chaos. Only when he stands at the pinnacle do people realize this isn't the prodigal son, but the breathtakingly beautiful young lady! Many young talents beat their chests in regret, having missed the best opportunity to win the lady's favor.Yet that person smirks arrogantly, indulging in a tender kiss on her forehead: “Thank you for being blind to her worth, otherwise, how could I have such a beauty in my embrace?”

[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.

“Young man… if you could go back in time, what period would you like to be in?”