The System Teaches You How to Be Human

There was a brief transition period when being transmitted from the system space to a small world.

Si Yisi fastened the mission wristband around his wrist.

A faint blue glow appeared in his eyes as streams of data rapidly flowed through his pupils. The inorganic radiance lasted for a moment before fading away.

[Mission being issued, mission analysis in progress…]

[Gathering the soul of Si Mobai from the small world… Gathering complete.]

Before Si Yisi, a soul in a black robe appeared out of thin air.

“Si Mobai greets Your Excellency.” Si Mobai tapped a folding fan against the palm of his hand. He was the picture of otherworldly elegance, with a refined demeanor and phoenix-like eyes that glimmered with an unusual light.

The lifelike image of a black crane peeked from his robe, but Si Yisi’s gaze merely swept over Si Mobai’s face and rested instead on the faintly icy aura curling around his semi-transparent figure.

While observing, Si Yisi was also quickly digesting Si Mobai’s memories.

A real host would have already collapsed, unable to bear the overwhelming shock of absorbing such vast memories. After all, the Si Mobai before him was a cultivator from one of the three thousand small worlds, a cultivation realm, and was over 300 years old.

[Memory synchronization in progress…]

[Memory synchronization successful.]

Si Yisi organized the absorbed memories, streams of data quickly integrating the influx of memories and transforming them into a structured dataset.

Some small worlds reduced their initial resource consumption by fostering a “protagonist.” The world Si Mobai belonged to was one such world with a preordained protagonist.

Through the memory synchronization, Si Yisi easily detected clues about the protagonist’s storyline; after thoroughly sorting through Si Mobai’s life experiences.

The Qingmo realm, where Si Mobai resided, hasn’t seen a single soul ascend to immortality for 1,000 years. As one of the leading candidates to become the next Sect Master of Jinghua Sect, one of the three great sects, Si Mobai drew significant attention.

He came from an exceptional background, being the son of the Jinghua Sect Master’s younger brother. Moreover, his appearance was renowned across the Qingmo realm, considered among the most striking.

The only flaw in Si Mobai’s otherwise impeccable reputation was his flirtatious nature. He caused many female and even male cultivators to become infatuated with him, losing their senses over him. Yet, he never responded to the passionate feelings of these lovesick admirers.

He drifted through a sea of flowers, with not a single petal clinging to him.

Si Yisi quietly “flipped through” Si Mobai’s memories.

At the age of 250, Si Mobai encountered a streak of misfortune.

First, he suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of an obscure figure. Then, he was falsely accused of coercing Qing Nu, the beloved daughter of the Qingniao’s Sect Master, into intimacy and killing her to destroy the evidence afterward. The evidence against him was overwhelming, and he wasn’t even given a chance to explain before being imprisoned.

He had thought he could clear his name quickly, but one accusation after another piled onto him; murdering his junior brother, injuring his master, and even deliberately opening a passage to the Demon Realm.

Unwilling to accept his fate, Si Mobai escaped and spent 50 years on the run. Yet, during a tribulation, he was ambushed by so-called righteous cultivators and utterly destroyed, body and soul.

“What do you want to do?” Si Yisi asked Si Mobai.

Si Mobai unfolded his folding fan, his face subtly twisting with a trace of discomfort. “I hope Your Excellency can help me find the real culprit who murdered Immortal Qing Nu and clear my name.”

Si Yisi glanced at Si Mobai, his expression carrying a faint trace of pity.

He knew from Si Mobai’s memories that it was impossible for him to be the real culprit of Immortal Qing Nu’s assault and murder because—he was impotent!

The reason Si Mobai captivated the entire cultivation world, be it male or female cultivators, lay in a love poison he had accidentally ingested when he was 200 years old. Those of weak will who looked at him would have their souls shaken by his presence.

Si Mobai himself was only vaguely aware of the love poison affecting him, but that didn’t stop Si Yisi, armed with a god’s perspective, from piecing the entire truth together.

“Is that all you want?” Si Yisi asked Si Mobai. “Don’t you want to teach the cultivation world a lesson?”

The tragic end Si Mobai met was, in essence, due to the destructive power of public opinion. Whether or not the cultivation world truly believed Si Mobai had committed those crimes, they only needed an outlet for their frustrations; a scapegoat.

“No need,” Si Mobai replied with a calm smile. His smile was as gentle as a breeze under the moonlight, tinged with a faintly alluring charm.

Si Mobai’s tone was steady and unperturbed. “Cultivators strive to refine their hearts. Those who skulk in the shadows, slandering and scheming like gutter rats, are destined to falter on the clear and open path of cultivation.”

“Evil deeds will meet their end. There’s no need for Your Excellency to intervene; they’ll eventually bring about their own destruction.”

Si Yisi nodded in agreement. The cultivation world was exceedingly lenient toward mortals, but it imposed the harshest trials upon cultivators.

To possess a rare and innate gift for cultivation meant adhering to the rules laid down by the Heavenly Dao. Equivalent exchange; it was a principle of fairness.

If a cultivator’s state of mind was unrefined, even forcibly elevating their cultivation level wouldn’t allow them to pass the tribulation lightning sent by the Heavenly Dao during ascension.

“I accept your wish,” Si Yisi said as he watched Si Mobai bow respectfully to him. With a wave of his hand, Si Mobai’s soul transformed into a wisp of icy blue mist that enveloped Si Yisi’s body.

A surge of painful fusion overwhelmed him, yet Si Yisi remained expressionless as he took the final step into the Qingmo realm.

***

In the Silent Chamber on the Main Peak of Jinghua Sect.

As soon as Si Yisi took control of Si Mobai’s body, he felt an uncontrollable surge of icy energy rushing straight toward the golden core in his sea of consciousness.

Outside the Silent Chamber, someone was shouting and cursing. Somehow, they had managed to penetrate the protective barrier around the chamber.

Si Yisi suppressed his growing irritation, and his bare body sank sharply into the spiritual pool.

His black hair spread out in the water like seaweed. Sitting cross-legged in the high-concentration spiritual energy of the pool, Si Yisi maintained his stoic expression and effectively blocked out the noise from outside.

He forcefully suppressed the violent rampage of the icy energy within him. Drawing a wisp of the cold spiritual energy out of his body, he placed it around his nose and mouth to prevent the pool water from infiltrating.

Someone is still shouting outside?

What did that have to do with me?

Si Yisi thought expressionlessly, his entire body submerged in the water like a ghost haunting its depths.

His eyes opened, revealing a deep and dark gaze. Silently, he began cultivating Jian Bing Jue, the Ice Spirit Root technique practiced by Si Mobai.

Although Jian Bing Jue had a “minor” side effect of causing an excess of yin energy and a depletion of yang energy… for Si Yisi, a system with a pure and desireless nature, this was an utterly insignificant issue.

The person yelling outside the Silent Chamber was just an inconsequential pawn. What Si Yisi wanted to uncover was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

The shouting person had interrupted Si Mobai’s cultivation back then, leaving him restless and distracted. By piecing the timeline together… it was right after this incident that Si Mobai was defeated by the protagonist of the Qingmo realm and subsequently framed.

There was a faintly discernible thread connecting these events, tying them all together.

Si Yisi, however, ignored all that and focused solely on cultivating. He voraciously absorbed the spiritual energy from the pool, letting the icy spiritual power circulate rapidly within him.

In his view, all these convoluted schemes and tricks could be dealt with the same way; by sheer force!

If one punch wasn’t enough, then throw another!

But Si Mobai’s body was far too frail. Si Yisi decided he might as well temper it properly before heading out to teach them all a lesson.