Me A Prodigy of the Demonic Path

[Current Emotion Points have reached 1000, meeting the system activation requirement. Activate now?]

Hearing the prompt in his ear, Lu Ze clenched his fists in excitement.

Finally, it’s here!

Three years ago, his soul had transmigrated to another world—the Heavenly Profound Continent.

Like all transmigrators, he too had a system.

But activating it came with a condition: gathering 1,000 Emotion Points.

And now, after three long years of waiting, the moment had arrived!

"Activate!"

His heart raced, his hands trembled.

Three years!

Do you have any idea how I’ve survived these three years?!

The original owner of this body was an outer disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, a major cultivation sect. His talent was so poor among cultivators that it couldn’t even be called mediocre.

His only gift was an eidetic memory—never forgetting anything he saw.

After much deliberation, his method of earning Emotion Points was…

Writing novels. Becoming a miserable author.

After all, his sole talent was his perfect memory, allowing him to effortlessly recall every novel he’d read in his past life.

In the first year, to cater to ancient tastes, he anonymously published adaptations of Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Water Margin within the sect.

The reception was decent, especially Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which even circulated among the inner disciples.

But for some reason, the Emotion Points barely reached 10.

He figured it might be because these classics lacked the emotional punch needed.

In the second year, he switched gears and copied Battle Through the Heavens and A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality.

These two novels became wildly popular in the sect, earning him a decent amount of spirit stones.

Yet, strangely, the Emotion Points remained pitifully low—only a few dozen in total.

By the third year, Lu Ze gave up.

He was convinced the system was just messing with him.

At this rate, it’d take over a century to activate the system—far longer than his lifespan.

Fortunately, two years of writing had earned him enough spirit stones to live comfortably.

So Lu Ze started writing whatever he felt like.

Then one day, a tragic short story he copied unexpectedly brought in a surge of Emotion Points.

Lu Ze had an epiphany—

Turns out, the system only wanted negative Emotion Points!

Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier?!

What kind of twisted system enjoys tormenting people?!

So Lu Ze copied The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Yesterday, he wrote the chapter where Xiaolongnü and Yin Zhiping… well, you know.

Today, his Emotion Points exploded.

Great. Just perfect.

Thankfully, he’d published anonymously—otherwise, he might not live long enough to enjoy the system.

[System loading… 55%… 80%… 90%… 99%…]

[Ding! The Demon Progeny System has been successfully activated!]

Finally, his path to the peak was about to begin…

Wait a minute!

That system name sounds a bit off…

"De… Demon Progeny System?"

Lu Ze rubbed his ears, wondering if he’d misheard.

[Correct. To amass such vast negative Emotion Points, the host must be utterly heartless and devoid of humanity—a once-in-ten-millennia prodigy of the demonic path, destined to lead it to prosperity!]

Bullshit!

Who’s heartless and devoid of humanity?!

I’m a law-abiding citizen, damn it!

Lu Ze’s worldview shattered.

While the Heavenly Profound Continent had both righteous and demonic factions, the demonic path was in decline.

No—more accurately, the power gap was colossal.

The demonic path was completely trampled underfoot by the righteous sects!

He’d been living just fine in the Lingxiao Sect, and now he was being told he was part of the demonic path?!

Lu Ze felt like the sky had fallen.

If anyone found out, the sect’s enforcers would drag him away for execution on the spot.

"So… what can you do?"

After some thought, Lu Ze tentatively asked.

It was still a system. If its abilities were powerful enough to stand against the righteous sects alone, then becoming a ruthless demonic overlord might not be so bad.

[Answering host: After binding, killing righteous cultivators will grant Demon Points, which can be used to increase the host’s cultivation.]

Lu Ze’s brain short-circuited.

With his talent, he’d be stuck at the bottom of the cultivation world forever.

Even after three years of transmigration, he was still at Qi Refining Stage, Level 3.

How the hell was he supposed to kill righteous cultivators?!

"At my current strength, killing righteous cultivators is impossible… What now?"

Lu Ze sighed.

[Answering host: Killing approximately 100 righteous cultivators will allow you to advance to the next cultivation stage.]

"???"

Lu Ze felt his fists tightening.

Can’t kill righteous cultivators?

Use the system.

How to use the system?

Kill righteous cultivators.

Oh, so it’s an infinite loop, huh?!

"Uh… How about unbinding? You can find another host."

Lu Ze gulped, his lips twitching.

This cursed system wasn’t worth it!

[System binding is irreversible.]

"…Whoever designed this system must’ve had their whole family blessed with good fortune."

"Junior Brother Lu, my Demon-Seeking Compass is broken. Mind fixing it for me?"

Just then, an inner disciple—Senior Brother Ma—hurried into Lu Ze’s room.

"Senior Brother Ma, off on another demon-slaying mission?"

Lu Ze pushed aside his thoughts and nodded at the newcomer.

"Yeah… My luck’s been great lately—plenty of demon-slaying missions. The brothers are thrilled!"

"Too bad the Qingshan Sect caught wind of it. We almost tore those demonic cultivators apart fighting over them."

"First, we did this, and this…"

"Then we did that, and that…"

Senior Brother Ma animatedly recounted the demonic cultivators’ tragic fate.

The storyteller was beaming; the listener was frowning.

See this?

The moment demonic cultivators show up, righteous cultivators swarm like vultures, eager to slaughter them for merit.

‘This is the fate of the demonic path. Might as well pretend this system never existed…’

Lu Ze thought gloomily.

The demonic path in this world was in a pitiful state.

The slightest movement would trigger a righteous crusade.

"Ah, got carried away… Almost forgot why I came."

Senior Brother Ma pulled out a black compass and handed it to Lu Ze.

"My Demon-Seeking Compass is broken. It’s not detecting any demonic traces today. Can you take a look?"

Lu Ze took the compass and examined it.

Though an outer disciple, he had a knack for artifact refining.

Thanks to his past life as a game designer, he was sharp with data and programming.

Coincidentally, the logic behind magical tools in this world shared similarities with programming languages.

So despite his poor cultivation, Lu Ze’s talent in artifact refining stood out enough for the elder of the Artifact Refining Pavilion to take him in as a nominal disciple.

Finding no visible flaws, Lu Ze channeled his spiritual energy into the compass.

Suddenly, the needle spun wildly—and pointed straight at him.

"…"

Lu Ze’s breath hitched.

"See? It’s completely busted—it’s even pointing at you, Junior Brother Lu!"

Senior Brother Ma laughed, slapping Lu Ze’s back.

"Haha, imagine if you were a demonic cultivator hiding in our Lingxiao Sect!"

"Yeah… this compass is seriously malfunctioning. I’ll make sure to fix it properly."

"Alright, I'll take my leave now."

...

After seeing off Senior Brother Ma, Lu Ze's expression turned grave.

This damn system had turned him into a demonic cultivator the moment it bound itself to him.

If his identity were ever exposed, he'd be reduced to ashes in an instant.

[The Lingxiao Sect, a prominent immortal cultivation sect, is renowned for its martial prowess and superior cultivation environment compared to lesser sects. As a skilled demonic cultivator, it's your duty to dampen the Lingxiao Sect's arrogant cultivation spirit.]

[Task: Prevent at least 30% of the Lingxiao Sect's disciples from cultivating peacefully for five days.]

[Reward: Ambiguous Alignment (Others will be unable to sense your demonic aura.)]