In this life, I will reclaim everything that belongs to me.

A lone horse under the waning sun, the green hills remain unchanged.

Over there, Ye Shu and the others were enjoying their hard-won moment of victory, lazily strolling along the road back to the Azure Mystery Sect. Meanwhile, here at the Azure Mystery Sect, the scene was entirely different.

[Ding! A new plot node has been triggered. Host is requested to proceed immediately to complete the villainous plot...]

"Not going!"

[Ding! Host is requested to proceed immediately; otherwise, the plot completion level will be insufficient to meet the conditions for the hundred-billion evacuation, and the host will be unable to return to Blue Star.]

"Not going!"

[Ding! Host is advised that if the host refuses to execute the task, the system will take mandatory measures and administer a million-volt electric shock as a reward.]

"Not going!"

At the Azure Mystery Sect, halfway up Purple Cloud Peak.

The moon was bright, the stars few.

Su Xiao lay on a homemade bamboo chair, his hands pillowing his head, eyes half-closed, a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, utterly at ease.

The system’s cold electronic voice echoed incessantly in his ears.

But Su Xiao’s reply was only two words.

"Not going!"

[Ding! Host...]

This time, before the system could finish, Su Xiao cut it off.

"Not going!"

"Not going, not going, not going!"

Su Xiao let out a cold laugh. "No matter how smooth your tongue, I only have two words for you: Not going!"

"Go ahead and electrocute me if you can. I don’t give a damn."

"Anyway, I’ve thought it through now. I’m living pretty well in this cultivation world. Even if I get killed by the protagonist in the future, so what? Isn’t that still longer than a hundred-year lifespan in the real world?"

"Back on Blue Star, with a hundred years to live, I’d get at most forty years of enjoyment."

"But here, as a Golden Core cultivator, my lifespan spans thousands of years! Why would I go back to suffer? To be bound by mortal laws? Here, I can visit brothels whenever I want, even seduce female cultivators—way better than Blue Star!"

"So you can find whoever you want to do your bidding. I quit."

"Either fry me to death, or unbind and scram. I’m not your servant anymore, you bastard!"

[You!]

The system was stunned. What was wrong with this damn host? Hadn’t all previous hosts been obedient enough? This one was exceptionally hard to control, even trickier than the female lead.

Could it be that the implanted memories were wrong?

The system pondered.

That was it. Su Xiao wasn’t a genuine transmigrator but a native endowed with a transmigrator’s memories. On the surface, there was no difference, but beneath it, they were vastly dissimilar.

First, the energy cost was radically different.

Take that foolish Heavenly Dao, for example—just by pulling a true transmigrator from the sole True Realm, it had gone from being the strongest Heavenly Dao among the seven trial worlds to its current addled state.

Though the system didn’t understand why the Heavenly Dao camp liked recruiting true transmigrators, it wasn’t that stupid.

All it took was injecting a native with a set of memories to make them think they were a transmigrator—saving time and effort while achieving the same result. Why not?

The old summoning methods were long obsolete.

The system chuckled coldly.

This was the era of custom-made transmigrators. Picking suitable transmigrator memories from big data—how could those Heavenly Dao gamblers who only relied on blind draws compete?

But the current problem was that this native had gone rogue.

Thinking of this, the system fumed.

"Fuck! Which bastard sold this memory? Once this world is conquered, I’m definitely going back to leave a bad review!"

The system cursed inwardly.

Luckily, this approach had one advantage: it consumed little energy.

Replacing the host would only cost about ten percent of the accumulated fortune.

It seemed the time had come.

To use the backup plan it had prepared from the start.

[Host, the system asks you one last time: Do you truly refuse to go?]

"Hmph!"

Su Xiao snorted and raised his middle finger to the sky.

"Go fuck yourself with your bullshit divine plot—’female lead,’ ’Plum Pavilion,’ ’poet’—and you’re still pretending to be a big shot here! You couldn’t even graduate from vocational school. Get lost!"

[Fine! Don’t you regret it!]

The system made up its mind: the first thing after returning would be to take down this reckless host.

The second would be that child of fate.

It snorted and withdrew.

Su Xiao, still lying on his bamboo chair, felt a sudden lightness, his whole body far more relaxed.

Meanwhile, far away in the Central Continent, within a forbidden land, a pair of dazed eyes slowly opened.

"I’ve transmigrated?"

"In this life, I shall reclaim everything that belongs to me!"