This Hedonistic Young Master

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Abstract "A man who gains power through pleasure, reborn in a life where pleasure is a sin." Yu Cheng didn't sign up for this-a life of noodles, endless shifts, and envy was all he knew. But one cosmic fluke later, he's reborn as Tian Hao 2.0, the spoiled young master of the Skyward Lotus Sect, expected to uphold honor and cultivate to greatness. There's just one snag: the old Tian Hao was infamous for his lack of discipline, and the new one's path to power isn't exactly orthodox. Thanks to a Heaven-tier technique, Tian Hao can ascend to power by enjoying life-good food, drink, and... well, the finer things. But in a world where pleasure seeking is seen as practically demonic, he'll have to navigate scheming elders, puritanical sects, and a Celestial Overseer who might just be having too much fun watching him break every rule. Skyward Lotus Sect was all about discipline-until Tian Hao arrived. Patreon; 20+ chapters ahead of the free release. Support my continued writing. Included some exxxtra chapters ;) https://www.patreon.com/c/NarrinDawa

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