My Own Cheat Also Traveled?

Yan Nan State, on the outskirts of the Feiyun Sect, in a dilapidated wooden hut.

"Where am I?" Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, completely bewildered.

"Hiss!"

Ye Feng pinched his thigh hard. The sharp pain forced him to accept the absurd reality of transmigration.

He, Ye Feng, a miserable programmer, had actually transmigrated!

As a loyal fan of online games, Ye Feng had always been cursed with "unlucky peasant" luck. He never won anything in lotteries, almost smashing his keyboard in frustration.

Relying on his technical skills, Ye Feng stayed up all night in a fit of rage and wrote a cheat program, intending to defy fate and crush those pay-to-win whales.

Unexpectedly, just as the cheat program was running and the game screen began to flash wildly, seemingly on the verge of defying fate, Ye Feng's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

When Ye Feng woke up again, he had become this youth who also went by the name "Ye Feng."

The original host was an outer disciple of the Feiyun Sect, only fifteen years old, with the most mediocre talent imaginable.

After merging with the original host's memories, Ye Feng gained a preliminary understanding of this world.

Ye Feng had transmigrated into a different world called the "Tianyuan Continent."

Here, sects were numerous, and the strong reigned supreme.

The weak were like ants, their fates beyond their control; the strong could move mountains and seas, living carefree lives.

The most crucial factor determining how far one could go was talent.

Those with high talent could cultivate a thousand miles in a day, resources would pour in, and achieving ascension would be within reach.

Those with poor talent, even with ten or a hundred times the effort, might remain stagnant their entire lives, eventually becoming bottom-dwellers, or even dying on the streets while fighting over meager cultivation resources.

"Sigh..."

Ye Feng sighed, looking inward, feeling the faint flow of qi in his meridians.

His cultivation realm was clearly displayed in his perception.

Body Refining Fourth Level.

This realm?

Among outer disciples, it was definitely the lowest level.

It seemed the original host was bullied by other disciples precisely because of his ordinary talent, slow cultivation speed like a snail, and somewhat cowardly personality.

"What sin did I commit?" Ye Feng covered his face.

"Transmigrating is fine, but couldn't I at least get a prodigy template? Why am I still stuck with bad luck? My cultivation is so slow, what's the difference from not getting good gear in games back in my previous life? When will this miserable life ever end!"

The more Ye Feng thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. In his previous life, he worked 996 as a programmer, and when he finally wanted to have fun in a game, he got abused. Now, after transmigrating, he had to continue suffering? This was clearly heaven itself targeting him!

"No! I absolutely refuse to accept this!" Ye Feng clenched his fist fiercely, a flicker of defiance in his eyes.

"Even if my talent is ordinary, I have to find a way to become stronger! In my previous life, I could write cheats to defy fate. In this life..."

Just as Ye Feng's emotions surged, a cold mechanical prompt sounded in his mind:

[Ding! Detected host's strong will, meets binding conditions...]

[Time Modification System is activating...]

[Activation successful! "Time Modification System" has been bound to host Ye Feng!]

Ye Feng: "???"

System?!

Ye Feng froze for a moment, then his heart began to pound!

He was all too familiar with these two words! This was the standard equipment for transmigrators, their greatest reliance for a comeback!

A golden finger!

"System? What system? Time Modification System?" Ye Feng suppressed his excitement and silently chanted in his mind.

[This system is called the "Modify Date System," its core function: it can modify the production date of all things, achieving "changing new to old" or "changing old to new."] The mechanical voice sounded again, accompanied by information transmitted into Ye Feng's mind.

Immediately after, the specific rules of the system also appeared:

[Rule 1: The upper limit for modifying time changes with the host's cultivation. Current host cultivation: Body Refining Realm, upper limit for modification is 10 years; Qi Gathering Realm upper limit 100 years, True Condensation Realm 1000 years, increasing by decimal progression.]

[Rule 2: Each item can only be modified once. After the host breaks through a major realm, the modification permission for all items can be refreshed.]

[Rule 3: Remaining system functions need to be explored by the host themselves.]

Ye Feng processed the information in his mind, his eyes widening, his breathing becoming rapid.

Modifying production dates? Changing new to old, old to new? This... isn't this a disguised manipulation of time?!

In this fantasy world, the laws of time were among the supreme laws. It was said that only those standing at the pinnacle of the continent could possibly touch upon a sliver of it, and any slight misstep could invite terrifying temporal backlash, leading to eternal damnation!

And his system could allow him to possess this ability right now? Although there were time limits and usage restrictions, it was already monstrously powerful!

"I'm rich! I'm really rich this time!"

Ye Feng was so excited he almost jumped off the bed. The dejection and unwillingness on his face vanished, replaced by sheer ecstasy.

"Heaven is truly fair! First, it made me suffer through transmigration, and then it sent me such an awesome cheat! Hahaha!"

He had been complaining about his "unlucky" fate before, but now, he felt like he was blessed by the Emperor of Luck! A system of this caliber was probably among the top tier in the entire web novel world!

After a brief moment of excitement, Ye Feng forced himself to calm down.

The immediate priority was to figure out how this system worked and what its effects were.

"Modify production date... production date..." Ye Feng muttered to himself, his gaze falling upon his own body. "Does my own cultivation count as a 'product'? Can its 'production date' be modified?"

At this thought, Ye Feng's heart rate quickened again.

If it could...

Ye Feng took a deep breath and focused his mind to communicate with the system. "System, I want to modify the production date of my own cultivation!"

[Please host select the modification time.] the system prompt sounded.

"Time..." Ye Feng's eyes flickered. "Currently, I'm at Body Refining Fourth Level. According to the rules, I can modify it by up to 10 years. If I change my cultivation time to... ten years later? What will happen?"

With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he silently recited in his mind, "Modify! Change my cultivation time to ten years later!"

[Instruction received! Modifying host's cultivation production date...]

[Modification successful! Time set to ten years later.]

Almost the instant the system prompt faded, Ye Feng clearly felt the faint sensation of Qi within him surge like a raging flood as if a dam had broken!

His meridians throbbed with a slight, dull ache, but more than that was an unprecedented sense of fullness!

His limbs and bones felt nourished by a warm power, and every cell seemed to be cheering.

His bones creaked and popped, his muscle fibers became tougher, and the True Qi reserves in his Dantian soared at a visible rate!

Body Refining Fourth Level... Fifth Level... Sixth Level...

This feeling of improvement was incredibly clear, thousands of times faster than the original host's speed of advancing one level after months or even a year of hard cultivation!