I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel - 275 - The Final Question (1)

If you can reincarnate or transmigrate into a cultivation novel world and you have a choice, would you be a protagonist, an antagonist, a side character, or a mob character?

And what would you do if you are aware that you’re a character in a cultivation novel?

Mao Miaomiao, a 60-year-old retired professional MMA fighter got transmigrated into a mysterious cultivation world with modern technologies. He found himself in his youthful body, and he got a system as a bonus.

Cliche, right?

It is a parallel world that is full of Star Power. Star Maps, Star Techniques, Star Pets, and the Awakened are rampant. Jiang Xiao, whose soul travelled to this world, has a special internal Star Map within his body and goes on to become a Medical Awakened.

Everyone knows that Yu Yin is madly infatuated with Xie Beici, but only Yu Yin himself does not know.

Xie Beici, the myth of the financial circle. The prominent background, the upside-down handsome faces of all beings, made him confessed by many girls, but he only remembered Yu Yin.

Seeing her give up, she has been infatuated with him for many years, and she loves him so much that she is going crazy.

Xie Beici decided to give her a chance to fall in love: “Speak, I promise you.”

Yu Yin: “I just want to work on projects, not men.”

Xie Beici: “…”

After a few times.

Xie Beici exhausted his patience: “Yu Niaoyou, speak well.”

Yu Yin: “I know you hate me, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t like you much either.”

Xie Beici: “!!!”

- Description from novelbuddy

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.