"Congratulations to the host for binding the Cultivation System." A mechanical voice appeared by Wu Lei's ear.
Wu Lei jumped up. "What is that?"
"The host has transmigrated into a cultivation world. This system will provide you with all conveniences to help you defy the heavens and change your fate," the system said.
Wu Lei subconsciously looked down, then looked up at his surroundings. The area was shrouded in mist, and a massive mountain gate stood not far away. He immediately grew excited. "I'm not dreaming, am I? It's finally my turn! Hahahaha!" He remembered now. This world was a novel he had been reading. He had been roasting it while reading, and now he had magnificently transmigrated into it!
"System, who am I right now?" Wu Lei asked hastily, his excitement subsiding just a bit.
The system replied, "You have transmigrated as Zhang Xiaojia, an outer sect handyman of the Heaven-Shattering Sect."
Wu Lei immediately felt a bit deflated. Zhang Xiaojia? He knew him. He was an outer sect handyman with a mixed spirit root, a complete fool who only knew how to bury his head in work all day. It was only because the sect rewarded him with a bottle of pills that he barely managed to enter the Foundation Establishment stage. Later, he died overestimating his own strength while covering for the heavily injured eldest senior brother.
Wu Lei remembered roasting him at the time. This Zhang Xiaojia was truly foolish and stupid; didn't he know his own limits?
He didn't expect karma to strike so fast. He had actually become Zhang Xiaojia.
For a moment, Wu Lei felt discouraged, but the system said, "As long as the host completes missions, you can obtain system rewards. Detecting that the host is approaching a plot point. Mission issued."
Wu Lei paused. Right, he had a system! He knew it all too well: with a system, it wasn't impossible to turn the tables and become the main character!
"Mission: Rebel when Senior Brother Li comes to find fault next, and successfully provoke Senior Brother Li's anger. Reward: Marrow Cleansing Pill."
Wu Lei thought carefully about the plot he had read and then remembered that there was indeed such a segment. The outer sect's eldest senior brother, Li Jin, was in charge of managing the outer sect disciples. Among the many outer sect disciples, he looked down on Zhang Xiaojia the most and often assigned him the heaviest chores.
"Zhang Xiaojia... just watch how I turn things around for you!" Wu Lei secretly clenched his fists.
"Where is he?" Li Jin's voice approached from afar. Zhang Xiaojia (Wu Lei) looked up but didn't respond. Li Jin saw him and walked over with a frown. "What are you doing sitting here? Hurry up and go outside the mountain gate to carry the vegetables in!"
Zhang Xiaojia sneered. "Why should I?"
Li Jin was somewhat surprised. He looked up and down at this usually dull and honest junior brother. "What do you mean 'why'? This is the work of an outer sect disciple!"
Zhang Xiaojia crossed his legs. "Why are you only telling me to go?"
Li Jin looked displeased. "Who else? Right now, you are the most idle in the outer sect, and your aptitude is the worst." He left the second half of his sentence unspoken: if you don't do a bit more work and the martial uncle sees it, it's inevitable that he'll think about kicking you out. However, considering Zhang Xiaojia's feelings, he held it back.
Zhang Xiaojia sneered. "I'm the most idle? I spend all day either chopping wood or sweeping the floor. I'm also the one doing the laundry and moving things. As the eldest senior brother of the outer sect, aren't you being a bit too biased?"
Li Jin was stunned. After a moment, he looked at Zhang Xiaojia in disbelief. "You..."
"You what? Let me tell you, from today onwards, I'm not listening to you anymore!" Zhang Xiaojia stood up abruptly and fiercely threw the rag draped over his shoulder onto the ground.
"Are you trying to rebel?" Li Jin's face turned ugly.
Zhang Xiaojia crossed his arms. "So what?"
"You, you..." Li Jin pointed at him, clearly angered by him.
"System, system, he won't hit me, right?" Zhang Xiaojia asked in a panic. He didn't want to be beaten to death right at the start.
The system replied, "No. The current mission completion rate is ninety percent. Keep it up, host."
"You what? Hey, does everyone think I'm right?" Hearing the system's words, Zhang Xiaojia felt much more at ease. He actually raised his voice. The surrounding outer sect disciples were already wondering what was happening over here, and hearing his call, they put down their work and looked over.
"As the eldest senior brother of the outer sect, you don't think about helping us improve our cultivation, but instead exploit the outer sect disciples all day long. What? Are inner sect disciples superior to others, while we outer sect disciples are treated like stepchildren?" Seeing others gathering around, Zhang Xiaojia felt much calmer. No matter how much Li Jin hated him, he couldn't possibly strike him now.
"You, very well!" Li Jin was so angry that his face turned bright red, and he turned around and left.
"Xiaojia, why are you so... today?" someone asked in a low voice.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at the person and smiled. "I was foolish in the past, thinking that if I worked honestly, they would respect me. Today, I suddenly figured it out. They just treat us like cattle and horses to be ordered around! Whoever wants to do this garbage work can do it; I'm not doing it anyway!" After saying that, he kicked over the nearby water basin and swaggered away, leaving a group of dumbfounded fellow disciples behind.
"Congratulations to the host for completing the first mission. System reward: Marrow Cleansing Pill."
A flash of white light passed, and a Marrow Cleansing Pill appeared in Zhang Xiaojia's hand. He looked at it with some excitement and then swallowed it in one gulp.
After swallowing it, Zhang Xiaojia prepared to welcome his new life. However, through the window of the small house, he saw a figure hurrying past in the distance.
"Holy crap, who is that? He looks super impressive." Zhang Xiaojia merely blinked, and the figure disappeared.
The system replied, "Host, that is the second senior brother of the inner sect of the Heaven-Shattering Sect. His talent is exceptional."
Zhang Xiaojia thought carefully. "Oh, I remember now. It's that unlucky bastard. He had a profound cultivation base but ended up being played for a fool by the female lead. Ultimately, he was expelled from the sect and became a demonic cultivator. What a clown." He shook his head disdainfully.
"Hey, there's a transmigrator," Little Hei said with some excitement.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stop walking. "What's so rare about a transmigrator? This world has almost been transmigrated to death! We'll talk about it later."
He stopped at the entrance of the main hall, looked up, and then stepped inside.
"Fang Zhiyi, why are you only arriving now?" A majestic voice echoed within the hall.
Fang Zhiyi frowned and looked up. "To reply to the Sect Master, the sect is too large. I got lost."
"Lost..." The Sect Master glanced at him, then turned to look at the master and disciples of Jingyun Peak standing nearby. "Your Junior Sister Miao says that you cultivate demonic arts and even injured her. Is this true?"
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and looked at the petite figure beside him. Miao Yunxi's gaze held a hint of smugness as she looked at him.
She had personally added water containing a demonic cultivator's aura into Fang Zhiyi's spiritual spring. That's what he gets for stopping her from meeting Licheng and threatening to report it to their master! Thinking of Licheng, two rosy clouds appeared on Miao Yunxi's cheeks. Licheng had said that he would definitely marry her in a grand and glorious manner, and no one would be able to stop it.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
