The System Teaches You How to Be Human

The “ground” shaking was just the beginning. Like the onset of an earthquake, the “ground” split into countless ferocious cracks, each revealing a faint aura of the Dao of Heaven beneath.

However, the aura of the Heavenly Dao that emerged at this moment wasn’t some enlightening force but a death sentence!

What kind of existence was the Heavenly Dao? Even a slightly weaker disciple falling into one of the cracks would almost certainly meet their end.

Suddenly, a cascade of spiritual tools rained down around Si Yisi, and at the same time, the cracks near him became the most terrifying, leaving him with almost no place to stand in just a short span.

“!!”

The instant the aura of the Heavenly Dao appeared, the cultivators in the outside world no longer had the mood for amusement. They all jumped to their feet.

“Quickly prepare to forcefully tear open the space and transfer the disciples out!”

“Hurry!”

If they delayed any longer, who knew how many of their sect’s disciples would be lost?

At this point, the cultivators present no longer cared about distinguishing between your sect and mine; they aimed to rescue every disciple altogether.

They immediately began arranging the formation.

Meanwhile, the “ground” beneath Si Yisi completely collapsed. Yet, instead of dodging, he gathered all the spiritual tools rewarded by the Lanting Secret Realm and jumped straight into the direction of the aura of the Heavenly Dao.

What other disciples avoided like the plague, the aura of the Heavenly Dao, was the perfect aid for Si Yisi!

Because he was a system. His very existence shared a mysterious similarity with the Heavenly Dao.

How could a source erode itself? That was the reason Si Yisi was entirely unafraid.

From another perspective, this was also a petty form of revenge on his part.

Si Yisi was attempting to seize a trace of the Heavenly Dao’s aura for ascension, essentially stealing the destiny of the main protagonist!

Initially, Si Yisi had no such intention, but since the Lanting Secret Realm blatantly laid out such a feast before him, he certainly didn’t plan to pass it up.

After jumping in without hesitation, Si Yisi found himself plunging into what seemed like an endless abyss of darkness.

His eyes opened wide, and the ice-blue glow in his pupils shone with striking clarity. The brilliance emanating from them was like an icy spear, forcefully aiming to tear through the oppressive darkness!

***

Outside.

One disciple after another was forcibly pulled out of the secret realm. A small number appeared deranged, while another small portion had even had their souls partially torn apart.

The cultivators present paid no mind to the chaos, frantically counting the disciples.

“Si Mobai, Si Mobai…?”

After a hurried and disorganized count, they found that among all the disciples, only Si Mobai was missing.

The disciples of Jinghua Sect couldn’t hide their confusion and panic. Even the outer sect disciples who had been fortunate enough to meet Si Mobai before now wore expressions of disbelief.

Qing Lin grabbed Mu Weiqing’s sleeve, her spiritual tools clattering to the ground. Her eyes were already red, and her hair was in disarray. “Impossible… Senior Brother will be fine…”

Qing Zhi’s arm transformed into a broad azure bird’s wing, covering her face.

In the Mingdao Sect, notorious for its sinister ways and known as the “Fourth Sect,” a veiled female cultivator with an alluring figure shuddered slightly. The barbs on her blood whip pierced her fingers.

***

Qing Lin asked her master, “Master, Senior Brother will be fine, right?”

Mu Weiqing replied, “Just wait. Mobai will be fine.”

His gaze lingered on the forcibly torn space, as if he could see through the deep darkness into its depths.

Yu Rongcheng glanced in Qing Lin’s direction. He was still smiling, but now that smile seemed careless and faintly chilling.

Yet as he smiled, his expression suddenly changed.

At that exact moment, Si Yisi’s figure leisurely emerged from the torn space. For a brief moment, he appeared unable to fully restrain his aura, and the energy he emanated made even Nascent Soul cultivators feel a flicker of unease.

Si Yisi was holding something in his arms…

The other disciples assumed it was a protective spiritual tool that had saved his life, but the elders present could see clearly.

He was holding the reward spiritual tool obtained from ascending the steps in the Lanting Secret Realm, still carrying traces of the secret realm’s aura.

The elders: “…”

At such a critical moment, he still had the presence of mind to safeguard these spiritual tools. They didn’t even know what to say.

When Si Yisi walked toward her, Qing Lin rushed forward and threw herself at him.

The young girl, still as sentimental as ever despite growing older, blinked her teary eyes as her tears finally fell freely.

Although the spiritual tools her senior brother carried were sharp and uncomfortable, it didn’t matter as long as he returned safely.

Si Yisi allowed the girl to hug him, his body momentarily stiffening.

Invisible streams of data flickered across his pupils, and he spoke in a stiff tone, attempting to reassure her. “I’m… fine… I even made a significant gain. Don’t worry, Qing Lin.”

The more he spoke, the smoother his words became. Once again, he shed his identity as a system and fully resumed his role as Si Mobai.

Si Yisi’s gaze swept across the group of disciples.

He seemed to casually glance over them, but his focus landed squarely on the destined male lead.

Indeed, he had made a major gain.

During the “fusion,” he had sensed a faint wisp of dark energy lingering on his consciousness. In that fleeting moment, he had “seen” the source of the dark energy.

Yu Rongcheng.

Even more intriguingly, this destined male lead carried two distinct, non-overlapping nodes.

Simply put, he had been reborn.

After accepting Qing Lin’s enthusiastic hug, Si Yisi’s gaze met that of Mu Weiqing.

Si Yisi spoke calmly, “Master, your disciple has returned safely.” He completely ignored Qing Zhi’s affectionate gaze cast in his direction and paid no heed to another look.

This second gaze gave Si Yisi a feeling similar yet distinct from Qing Zhi’s.

The owner of that gaze was, with a 99% certainty, another one of the original owner’s “intimate confidantes.”

The Mingdao Sect’s Ming Saintes, Lu Weizhi.

“Hmm.” Mu Weiqing nodded at him indifferently, then reminded him, “Mobai, give a brief report later.”

Si Yisi nodded in agreement.

The reason for the report was clear. He had stood out by being the last to emerge, which naturally led some to assume he had ultimately gained control over the Lanting Secret Realm.

Although he hadn’t reached the final level, other cultivators might still suspect this was merely a diversionary tactic.

“You, kid, not bad!” Elder Sheng Bairan suddenly appeared at Si Yisi’s side, patting him on the chest.

“Hey, pretty solid!”

Si Yisi gave him a puzzled glance, then quickly noticed the decorative pouch hanging from Sheng Bairan’s waist; something quite out of character for him. Instantly, Si Yisi understood.

It was likely that Sheng Bairan had placed a bet on him with someone and ended up winning.

Si Yisi gave a polite nod before returning to his previous train of thought. He also understood the implicit meaning behind his master’s earlier words.

“Brief report” essentially meant not spilling everything at once. Share half, conceal the other half; some matters were best kept within the family.

“Yes, Master,” Si Yisi replied.