The System Teaches You How to Be Human

With his master, Mu Weiqing, backing him up, Si Yisi easily brushed the matter aside without much effort.

By the time the report was completed, it was already late at night, and Si Yisi still hadn’t eaten dinner. He originally planned to simply take a Fasting Pill, but not long after returning to his quarters, a kind-hearted male disciple brought him a meal.

“Thank you,” Si Yisi said, expressing his gratitude. He opened the food container and casually glanced at the dishes inside. There was one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup; quite a hearty meal.

Si Yisi paused for a moment, then quickly picked up his chopsticks and began eating.

After finishing his meal, he sat by the window. Outside, the wind rustled, causing the bamboo forest to whisper with a swishing sound. The breeze lifted his hair as he sat there quietly, resembling a figure in a painting, his face as refined as jade, his gaze deep as ink.

Si Yisi was lost in thought.

After realizing that Yu Rongcheng had been reborn, the experienced system began to have more ideas.

He speculated–

Yu Rongcheng had likely been reborn in the timeline where the original owner’s reputation was utterly destroyed. Moreover, he might not even be the true fated male lead. Perhaps even the title of “Elegant Gentleman” wasn’t meant for him.

So who was the fated protagonist?

Si Mobai.

In later generations, someone from another world once dreamed of glimpses of this cultivation realm and wrote a cultivation novel about it.

The protagonists in these novels often had many confidantes but were solely focused on ascending to immortality. Naturally, the conclusion of such stories involved peaceful partings with their confidantes and their solitary ascent to the higher realms.

Si Yisi felt that aside from his tragic experiences, Si Mobai fit the archetype perfectly.

He had two or three confidantes, unparalleled talent in cultivation, and a master who trusted him completely. In every way, he seemed to embody the role.

Resting his cheek on one hand, Si Yisi closed his eyes as if dozing off, though he was actually cultivating while pondering all these matters.

As for how Yu Rongcheng managed to usurp the title of the fated male lead, if he was no longer himself but instead a demon feared by the heavens, then everything would naturally make sense.

Whether this was true or not, he would simply have to wait and see.

At this moment, Si Yisi held the upper hand because he possessed the original owner’s memories, which allowed him to know exactly when the metaphorical black pot of blame would fall on him.

Ah, right… tonight is…

Si Yisi thought absentmindedly, temporarily stepping out of his constant state of cultivation. He glanced at the darkening night sky, then lay down on the bed without even changing his clothes.

***

The candlelight in Si Yisi’s room still burned brightly, its warm glow illuminating the window.

A patrolling disciple noticed the light and nudged the disciple next to him in surprise. “Hey, why hasn’t Senior Brother extinguished his light yet?”

The other disciple rolled his eyes. “Senior Brother works tirelessly for the sect, even taking on part of its responsibilities. Staying up late is perfectly normal.”

“If you’re so concerned, why not pick a day to bring him a meal? Senior Brother often gets so busy he forgets to eat.”

The disciple who had started the conversation shook his head in horror. “I wouldn’t dare compete with those man eat… cough, Senior Sisters. They’re all fighting to deliver meals to Senior Brother. We male disciples can’t even get close to him during meal times!”

“Is that so? Then let’s contribute to the sect properly. Perhaps that’s also a way to help ease Senior Brother’s burdens.”

The patrolling disciples chatted for a while longer before leaving.

Night had fully descended, and a few faint stars cast dim light across the velvet-black sky.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, followed closely by a shadow that flitted by like a swift swallow, landing silently in front of a room.

The masked figure entered Si Yisi’s room without a sound. She saw Si Yisi lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, and couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile.

She blew out the glowing spirit candle and slowly approached Si Yisi.

She sat on the bed and slithered closer to him like a snake, exhaling toward his neck.

Seeing that Si Yisi remained unresponsive, the masked woman continued her actions. She lowered herself over him, her hand reaching for his collar as if intending to undo his clothes.

The moment her hand brushed his garments, she was forcibly stopped. A hand seized hers, and Si Yisi opened his eyes, revealing icy blue pupils that were chilling to the core.

At the same moment, the extinguished spirit candle reignited, its flame now burning with a cold, blue spiritual energy.

“Lu Weizhi,” Si Yisi called out. With a swift motion, he pulled away the woman’s black veil and roughly tore her off him.

Her long, silky hair spilled loose without its binding, and her unveiled face revealed the seductive features of a beautiful snake-like woman.

“Young Master Si, why must you be so heartless?” Lu Weizhi’s eyes brimmed with emotion as the Saintes of the Mingdao Sect, embodying both righteousness and wickedness, displayed a girlish softness.

Pity she was a viper.

Si Mobai: “…”

He paused briefly, then coldly reminded her without a trace of emotion, “If I weren’t heartless, wouldn’t I have already lost my virtue tonight?”

His rhetorical question carried the tone of a statement.

The moment he thought of Si Mobai’s numerous “confidantes,” one of them had come knocking; using underhanded means to stage a nighttime ambush, no less.

Had Si Yisi not noticed the flaw in the male disciple’s behavior earlier, he might have truly fallen into her trap.

Lu Weizhi, one of Si Mobai’s so-called confidantes, was a colossal headache forcibly stuck to him. Like sticky clay, she was impossible to shake off. Her ambiguous actions had caused the entire Qingmo realm to misunderstand their relationship.

Lu Weizhi was a formidable character. Unlike Si Mobai’s feigned charm, hers was the real deal; a lifestyle of indulgence without emotional attachment.

She had taken multiple male furnaces for herself, yet she had set her sights on Si Mobai and even appeared to be genuinely infatuated with him.

(T/N: male furnace = the male counterpart in a dual-cultivation relationship where the male supplies energy to the woman; willing or unwillingly.)

The reason for her supposed “true feelings”…

Lu Weizhi’s hand reached again for Si Yisi’s chest as she winked at him playfully. “I intentionally left a little flaw for you to notice, Young Master Si. Isn’t this all just part of the fun?”

Si Yisi cast a deep, resigned glance at her.

Si Mobai and Lu Weizhi had first met in a secret realm. At that time, disciples from Jinghua Sect were also present. When Lu Weizhi was being pursued, Si Mobai and his fellow disciples happened to pass by and were also targeted by her pursuers.

To ensure the disciples’ safety, Si Mobai had no choice but to kill their pursuers.

Lu Weizhi then adamantly declared that Yong Master Si was her savior and that she wanted to repay him.

At that time, Si Mobai could only swallow his frustration. The addition of this Mingdao Sect’s Saintes had painted his already colorful reputation with even bolder strokes.

Truly unfortunate.

“Young Master Si, the way you’re looking at me… Have you decided to indulge me tonight for a proper, intimate moment?” Lu Weizhi covered her lips with a coquettish laugh, her alluring eyes brimming with charm.

“Yes,” Si Yisi replied plainly.

His answer made Lu Weizhi’s eyes widen in surprise. She knew Si Mobai’s pure heart better than anyone. Beneath his charming exterior, he was as innocent as a blank slate. Every time she teased him, it was just to see his flustered rejection.

But this… Could it be he’d finally come around?

With a meaningful smile, Lu Weizhi raised her hand to touch Si Yisi’s lips. Yet before she could make contact, his expression turned icy. He raised his hand, and a streak of sword energy slashed straight toward her face!

Lu Weizhi: “???”

No sooner had the first strike landed than Si Yisi reached for his waist, drawing his life-bound spiritual sword from its sheath.

The sword glimmered with a silvery light as he held it high. Moments ago, he’d agreed to her proposition, but now he had turned on her completely, swinging his blade again and again at the one thing Lu Weizhi treasured most; her face.

Lu Weizhi: “???”

The first strike caught her completely off guard, leaving a fine cut on her cheek.

Touching the blood trickling down her face, her pupils shrank. With a flick of her waist, her blood whip appeared. “You ungrateful man! No, you’re not even a man at all!”

Si Yisi remained unperturbed. After all, he wasn’t a man; he was a system.

Thrilled, he welcomed Lu Weizhi’s attack. He had just absorbed a trace of Heavenly Dao energy and was curious to see how much his abilities had improved.

Well, this could count as a form of “intimacy,” couldn’t it?

***

The next day, disciples were shocked to discover that Si Mobai’s residence had completely collapsed.

Their revered Senior Brother was sitting calmly amidst the rubble, meditating. The only visible injury was a barely noticeable scratch on the back of his hand.

The disciples marveled at how their Senior Brother could have been wounded. After morning practice, they gathered to discuss the matter.

In the end, they reached a conclusion.

It must have been… a fierce battle with some seductive demoness.

Wow, that must have been intense.