The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Nian Shutong, though curious, could restrain herself. There was no need for sneaky glances; she would find out everything in due course. She calmly found a place to sit and closed her eyes to rest her spirit.

The weakling Fu Yunhe was tossed right beside Nian Shutong. He breathed with difficulty, his slender waist like that of a willow's, and his delicate and lovely face always sparked imaginings.

However, Fu Yunhe hadn't noticed this yet, as his gaze was surveying this "shabby" starship.

The starship was entirely silver, the front narrow like a boat—the cockpit—and the middle elongated into a rectangular shape, thirty meters wide, divided into several areas. The rear was for storage.

After looking around, Fu Yunhe was genuinely concerned that the starship might shatter while passing through a wormhole.

But what could he do? When under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.

He couldn't return.

He glanced at Nian Shutong beside him. Beyond her name, the memories of his original self held no understanding of her.

It was because of his sickly constitution that he was brought along, just to fill out the numbers.

For the Nian Family, whether he died sooner or later didn't matter. Sending him, the weakling, to a Wasted Planet filled with toxins was most fitting.

Had he not gone, it seemed something unfavorable would have happened, only he couldn't remember at the moment. The original owner's memories had blocked out much content.

Nian Shutong, who was being stealthily observed, was currently checking the Magic Treasures in her mind. This was her Life-bound Magical Treasure, now reduced to a mess from a Thunder Strike.

Nian Shutong briefly checked it, then turned her attention to the so-called system that was bound to her soul.

"Beep! Greetings, Host. Farming System 888 is at your service."

"What can you do?"

"Beep! Greetings, Host. Our system has been dedicated to farming for ten thousand years, providing the Host with all sorts of farming knowledge and the items needed for cultivation."

"Why should I farm?"

"Beep! Greetings, Host. I am bound to your soul and the bond cannot be undone. Farming can repair your Lifebound Magical Treasure, improve your physical constitution, increase your cultivation, and stabilize your foundation..."

Nian Shutong realized that the system was tempting her, but she was, indeed, enticed.

You set the terms, I agree. It's fair.

"Alright. Farming doesn't sound too bad," Nian Shutong followed up. "What was that about opening a newcomer gift package?"

"Beep! Host has successfully started cultivating three types of crops, rewarding you with the newcomer gift package. Please accept."

Nian Shutong mentally commanded "Accept," and saw three items appear before her.

[Lifebound Repair Liquid]

[Physical Repair Liquid]

[Soil Detection Shovel]

The two Repair Liquids were easy to understand. Nian Shutong didn't rush to use them, opting to wait until she reached a safe place.

As for that last shovel, she inquired about it.

"Beep! Soil Detection Shovel, assisting the Host in finding the most suitable soil to grow the most compatible crops."

Alright, this system wasn't a bad deal; not only did it rescue her from Heavenly Thunder, but it also provided a means to establish a living.

Nian Shutong opened her eyes contentedly, and through windows that revealed no ripples or surges in her gaze, she looked out.

The boundless void of space, primarily black with the occasional flicker of light, barely noticeable.

Is this the universe, interstellar space?

A realm broader even than the Cultivation World.

"Cough cough..."

A weak cough that was familiar made Nian Shutong turn her head to look at the sickly individual beside her.

What was his name again?

"I would like... some... nutrient liquid."

Fu Yunhe was completely out of strength. He felt that without some nutrient liquid, he might die even quicker.

Nutrient liquid?

Nian Shutong took out the single bottle that belonged to the original owner from the Space Button—a bottle of dark green glass.

Can this thing... really be drunk?

The memory suggested that most people subsisted on this kind of nutrient liquid, but its appearance—Nian Shutong genuinely despised it.

It was too reminiscent of the excrement of a Fierce Beast she knew from a past life.

"Thank you, I... will repay you..."

"Then I won't lend it to you. Handsome brother, one must be self-aware, your body wouldn't profit even with this, it's a losing deal," Nian Shutong said as she took it back.