The System Teaches You How to Be Human

Yu Rongcheng also heard the rumor about a ‘battle with a demoness.’ A conflicted expression appeared on his face, and he immediately went to console Qing Lin.

“Qing Lin.”

“Mm?” Qing Lin was playing with a flower vine, her hands fluttering like butterflies as she skillfully wove it into a delicate vine crane.

“Have you heard that rumor? About Senior Brother Mobai… Don’t let it upset you.”

Qing Lin: “?”

She looked at Yu Rongcheng with a peculiar expression, putting her hands on her hips. “Why would I be upset about that nonsense? Are you talking about that ridiculous rumor? Anyone can tell it’s completely fabricated!”

“But…” Yu Rongcheng hesitated, unable to continue, his face full of concealed pain as he looked at Qing Lin.

How could it merely be fabricated? He remembered all too clearly how many female confidantes Si Mobai had… Even in this lifetime, his reputation for being a flirt was well-known. What was there to doubt?

Qing Lin just didn’t want to accept the truth. After all, she liked Senior Brother Mobai so much.

Yu Rongcheng clenched his fists. One day… one day, I’ll make Qing Lin change her heart. By then, she’ll see Si Mobai’s detestable true face.

“Humph.” A soft snort seemed to echo in his ears, but Yu Rongcheng dismissed it as an illusion.

Recently, he had been distracted and irritable, but when he considered it as a small price for his rebirth, he only felt joy.

The demon hidden in Yu Rongcheng’s soul reached out towards the tiny bead of spiritual energy within his sea of consciousness and sneered to himself.

Do you really think your little junior sister Qing Lin harbors romantic feelings for Si Mobai?

Ignorant fools only see what they wish to see and believe their delusions as truth.

Ha…

Qing Lin also found Yu Rongcheng increasingly strange, as if he wasn’t entirely clear-headed. The way he looked at her… It was downright annoying.

Abruptly stopping her weaving, Qing Lin stood up with a displeased expression. “I’m leaving.”

She was never one to cater to others. Besides, Yu Rongcheng was, at most, just a playmate. If he annoyed her, she wouldn’t bother enduring it.

Yu Rongcheng watched Qing Lin’s departing figure, unable to suppress the resentment growing in his heart.

Si Mobai, Si Mobai…!

Qing Lin, why can’t you see anyone but him?

***

Si Yisi: “?”

He lightly brushed his nose, and the sudden itchiness dissipated. Now, as a cultivator at the Half-Nascent Soul stage, his sensitivity to malicious thoughts had reached a new level.

He guessed; Someone must be plotting something again.

Si Yisi let out a cold snort in his heart but maintained his comforting smile outwardly. He carefully explained the modified principle of the recording stone to an elder beside him.

“So that’s how it works…” The elder, with a face that looked like Maitreya Buddha, beamed. “What an ingenious idea! Truly excellent, excellent!”

He was facing the elder known as Jin Yin, who owned a Treasure Pavilion. Si Yisi handed over the method for modifying the recording stone to him in order to form a good connection.

“Then, let’s proceed as per your earlier request,” Elder Jin Yin said, casting Si Yisi a slightly teasing glance.

“The whereabouts of the Qingniao Fairy will be handled by me!” Elder Jin Yin imbued the ornate, gold-edged scroll with a wisp of spiritual energy.

The energy flowed across the scroll like water, condensing into a seal resembling a spiritual treasure.

After Si Yisi carefully stored the contract scroll, Elder Jin Yin gave him a suggestive look before leaving.

Si Yisi, understanding the implicit meaning of ‘seize the opportunity,’ simply remained silent.

All in all, the reputation of the original owner, this “crow,” was already pitch black; darkening it further hardly seemed to matter.

Si Yisi didn’t mind at all, and he doubted the original owner would either.

However, the Qingniao Fairy, Qing Zhi, might pose a problem. She already harbored deep, one-sided feelings for Si Mobai, and if she saw him saving her…

Tsk.

The 414 System wouldn’t admit that he was utterly powerless when dealing with such women; and perhaps even felt a bit like retreating.

Meanwhile, Si Mobai’s fake female confidante, Lu Weizhi, received an unexpected visitor.

The figure, shrouded entirely in black, spoke as soon as they appeared. Lu Weizhi immediately recognized the voice. Resting her cheek on one hand, she replied with a seductive air, “Oh, it’s you.”

Of course, she knew who it was. Although Jinghua Sect believed they had kept the demonic assault a tightly guarded secret, where in the world could one find a truly impenetrable wall?

As the Holy Saintes of the Mingdao Sect, Lu Weizhi naturally had her own sources of information.

“Those useless Jinghua Sect members still haven’t caught you?” Lu Weizhi said fearlessly, though she quickly feigned remorse, covering her mouth and adding, “Ah… but of course, my dear Mobai doesn’t count among the useless ones.”

“They can’t even detect your whereabouts, yet they dream of capturing me?” ‘Yu Rongcheng’ said softly. “But… look at your pitiful and pathetic state. Has your Mobai ever pitied you?”

Lu Weizhi let out a soft laugh. “You seem to know my thoughts quite well. So, why have you sought me out?”

‘Yu Rongcheng’ sidestepped her soft, slender hand as it reached out toward him.

“For a trade,” he said.

“How about we bring your Mobai down to the mortal realm, break his pride, drag him into the mud, and make him see only one person in his eyes?”

Ah, what an enticing proposal.

Lu Weizhi’s eyes grew hazy, as if she could already envision Si Mobai with his arrogance shattered, his once-pristine robes stained with dust.

She licked her lips and chuckled lightly. “All right.”

***

Si Yisi felt his nose itch again. His expression turned somewhat peculiar… Is this what it feels like to attract so many “female confidantes”?

To be mentioned so frequently in a single day and feel the urge to sneeze this often…

Why hadn’t the original owner’s memories mentioned anything about this? Could it be that he’d intentionally polished and prettified those memories before passing them on?

This thought floated through Si Yisi’s mind briefly before disappearing without leaving a trace. He turned his attention to the spiritual artifact left by Elder Jin Yin; the Linglong Mirror.

He channeled spiritual energy into the mirror and silently recited Qing Zhi’s name. The Linglong Mirror emitted a faint glow, and its surface became shrouded in a thin mist. After a moment, the mist gradually dissipated, revealing another scene.

Qing Zhi, dressed in a flowing green dress, stood in place. Behind her were several disciples, some half-human and half-beast. Nearby, a small pond housed a young merperson with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish.

Ah… the Fosterling Hall.

And next to the Fosterling Hall was…

Qing Zhi casually picked up a mission scroll. As she unfurled it, a smile lit up her face. “This one… Hmm, if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll run into Mobai here?”

On the scroll she held, a few bold, sweeping characters were clearly visible:

‘Fallen Immortal Mountain Range.’