The System Teaches You How to Be Human

In the deep chill of midwinter, Si Yisi finally emerged from his cultivation.

Around his tall and lean figure, large clusters of frost flowers had formed. These crystalline blooms covered the entire chamber, their icy beauty filling the room. Even the spirit pool hadn’t escaped this icy fate.

Outside the chamber, a junior disciple who had only just begun his cultivation rubbed his arms and yawned. Resigned and annoyed, he spoke to the senior brother in front of him.

“Senior Brother… Martial Uncle Mobai is currently in seclusion for cultivation. Please, spare me, a mere junior disciple, and stop making things difficult for me here.”

“No!” The Foundation Establishment disciple, Zhao Weijin, dressed in plain mortal attire, fiercely retorted, “I must seek justice from him! Does being the Sect Master’s brother give him the right to treat human lives with such disdain?!”

The junior disciple rolled his eyes.

Zhao Weijin had already been seeking this so-called justice since spring, claiming it was because his childhood sweetheart had tragically taken her own life.

This man; who, in the junior disciple’s opinion, likely had a screw loose; stubbornly believed that his childhood sweetheart’s death was orchestrated by Martial Uncle Mobai.

Who would believe such nonsense?

Martial Uncle Mobai’s heart was clearly tied up with his flowers and plants, wasn’t it?

What the junior disciple didn’t know, however, was that in the previous timeline, when Si Mobai’s reputation lay in tatters, this very incident had been dredged up. It had been used as yet another accusation to nail him to the pillar of shame.

But in this life, Si Mobai was still the highly revered Martial Uncle of Jinghua Sect, his name yet to be trampled into the dirt like fallen blossoms underfoot.

The junior disciple glanced at Zhao Weijin with a touch of pity before adding, “You’ve already waited four full seasons. Please, just leave.”

Yet, no sooner had the junior disciple finished speaking than a celestial phenomenon occurred.

In the frigid sky above, purple lightning began to coalesce. Dark clouds rapidly gathered, blanketing the heavens. The junior disciple’s eyes widened in shock.

“Martial Uncle Mobai is about to undergo a tribulation!”

Martial Uncle Mobai, who had entered seclusion at the mid-Golden Core stage, had now, after more than 3 years, reached the late-Golden Core stage!

Martial Uncle Mobai is truly a genius among the heavens!

Zhao Weijin’s eyes burned with a fierce determination. He struck the excited junior disciple unconscious with a single hand chop, and his life-bound spirit sword surged with destructive force, slicing through the barrier surrounding the chamber.

With a crisp sound, the barrier shattered. Zhao Weijin took two steps back, then strode forward boldly into the chamber…

A cultivator undergoing a tribulation is universally acknowledged to be at their most vulnerable!

If I can disrupt Si Mobai’s tribulation, I can drive him into a state of Qi deviation and force him to accompany Ah Qing to the grave!

***

Si Yisi: “…”

He raised his eyes to look at Zhao Weijin, who had intruded, and a glint of icy blue light flashed through his pupils.

The first bolt of tribulation lightning struck experimentally, tearing apart the concealment over the Silent Chamber. The chamber collapsed under the blow, its four walls and roof reduced to blackened ash in an instant.

Zhao Weijin wiped the soot from his face as his life-bound spirit sword glimmered with spiritual light and flew toward Si Yisi.

Si Yisi neither dodged nor flinched. Just as the sword neared him, the long-gathering tribulation lightning finally unleashed its fury.

A ferocious thunder dragon coalesced from countless bolts of lightning and came crashing down… A sea of blinding light engulfed Si Yisi’s figure!

Zhao Weijin felt a surge of joy in his heart…

This is a heaven-sent opportunity!

He leapt forward, his hand gripping the blade of his spirit sword, and shot toward Si Yisi’s lightning-enshrouded figure like an arrow released from a bow.

“Martial Uncle Mobai, watch out!”

“What a despicable scoundrel!”

The commotion caused by Si Yisi’s tribulation had drawn a crowd of nearby disciples. One by one, they arrived, their jaws clenched and eyes filled with fury.

“Smack!”

“Ugh!!”

Zhao Weijin’s body was flung high into the air before being violently thrown aside. The lightning surrounding Si Yisi had transformed into a whip of pure energy, lashing fiercely across Zhao Weijin’s face and sending him hurtling through the air. He crashed onto a cliff hundreds of meters away.

The gathered disciples fell into a stunned silence.

Disciples: (0v0)

In perfect unison, they turned their heads and watched as Zhao Weijin’s face dragged along the cliffside, leaving an irregular, zigzagging line before he slowly slid down.

Oof, that must hurt.

Several onlookers instinctively covered their faces, wincing in sympathy. However, even more disciples were staring at the now-collapsed chamber, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well done, Martial Uncle! That was amazing!”

Si Yisi, his expression unreadable, pulled a fresh set of clothes from his storage pouch and began to change. However, another bolt of lightning struck, reducing his new attire to ashes once again.

Without a trace of irritation, he repeated the cycle of enduring the tribulation lightning and changing his clothes. At last, the stormy clouds dispersed, and the terrifying purple lightning receded into dormancy.

Si Yisi stepped out slowly, holding a gleaming silver longsword in his right hand, his gaze falling in the direction where Zhao Weijin’s face had met the cliff.

The moment he emerged, the surrounding area erupted in cheers from the disciples.

“Congratulations, Martial Uncle Mobai, on your successful advancement!”

“Martial Uncle… Oh heavens!” A female disciple screamed, covering her flushed cheeks.

Before Si Mobai’s name had been tarnished in his past life, he had attracted countless admirers among both his junior brothers and sisters. It was no surprise that the female disciple was so excited. Si Yisi, pressed for time, had thrown on a simple outfit that barely covered the essentials before stepping out.

His hair hung loose, and his robes were slightly disheveled, revealing a stretch of firm, toned skin at his collar.

The sight was undeniably alluring and breathtakingly attractive.

This unintended display distracted the disciples from noticing one crucial detail…

From the moment he stepped out, Si Yisi’s face had been completely devoid of emotion. His pupils, aside from their inky black cores, carried faint traces of flickering lightning.

Well, saying he was completely expressionless wasn’t entirely accurate.

Si Yisi was currently working hard to manipulate his facial nerves, attempting to suppress a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. He was trying, with great effort, to replace it with Si Mobai’s signature flirtatious smile.

He had endured the tribulation lightning with his physical body, and now the stray sparks of electricity still crackling across him left him unable to form any more elaborate expressions.

Si Yisi recalled several of his former hosts practicing micro-expressions to the point of tears… Yet, now that he was personally attempting it, he realized just how challenging it truly was.

Still, this minor setback was far from enough to make Si Yisi, a system devoid of emotional intelligence, discard the reserved and indecisive labels typically associated with his hosts.

***

“Thank you,” Si Yisi said, his tone carrying a peculiar mechanical edge.

He turned his gaze toward Zhao Weijin, who was currently hanging midway down the cliff, bleeding from his nose and attempting to climb down surreptitiously.

The on looking junior brothers and sisters immediately followed Si Yisi’s line of sight, their eyes locking onto Zhao Weijin in perfect unison. Their stares made Zhao Weijin flush with humiliation and anger.

Zhao Weijin’s face turned pale with fury, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Si Yisi only glanced at him briefly before analyzing the structure of the cliff. As a system, his keen perception in such matters was unparalleled. Even though the host’s innate abilities and access to the system’s store had been disabled due to his direct intervention, it only took him a few moments to pinpoint the weakest part of the cliff.

Drawing his sword, a thin layer of frost formed along the blade’s edge as his icy spiritual energy condensed upon it. With a swift slash…

The sword aura cut through the air, dropping the temperature drastically and eliciting a series of gasps from the onlookers.

It sliced cleanly through the section of rock Zhao Weijin was clinging to, as effortlessly as cutting through tofu.

Zhao Weijin’s pupils contracted. As the stone plummeted, taking him along with it, his Foundation Establishment cultivation proved as ineffective as a drizzle against the force of gravity.

He was buried beneath the rubble.

“This is the price for being obnoxious,” Si Yisi said flatly as he sheathed his frost-edged sword and turned to leave. He had more important matters to attend to.

However, this decisive action was also prompted by Si Yisi’s foresight of what was about to happen next among the disciples surrounding him.

Their accelerated heartbeats, quickened breaths, and subtly shifting expressions all made Si Yisi’s scalp tingle with unease. Though his pace appeared calm, his true intention was to flee as quickly as possible from Si Mobai’s junior brothers and sisters.

In the memories transmitted by Si Mobai, there was an unforgettable incident… Back when Si Mobai’s cultivation wasn’t as advanced, he had been subjected to an unspeakable mobbing.

He had nearly lost even the lower half of his clothing…

Behind Si Yisi, there was a brief moment of stunned silence before an uproar erupted, even more overwhelming than the force of the tribulation lightning itself!

As an experienced system, Si Yisi hesitated only briefly before quickening his steps further.

His swift departure wasn’t solely due to the alarming “idol-chasing” behaviors of Si Mobai’s junior disciples. It was also because, before Si Mobai had entered seclusion, his master, Jinghua’s Sect Master, had sent a spirit-imbued paper crane with a message.

“Senior Brother,” Si Yisi heard as he approached the side hall, preparing to meet the Sect Master. He looked up to see his Third Junior Sister walking toward him. “I heard that you successfully advanced; Congra…”

Qing Lin’s words of congratulations trailed off abruptly, her voice halting mid-sentence.

“Senior Brother, you…”

Si Yisi, feeling rather pleased with his progress in practicing his smile along the way, forced a stiff grin. “What’s wrong, Junior Sister?”

Qing Lin hesitated, her gaze lingering on him with clear uncertainty.

“Senior Brother, your… hair… it’s sparking.”

Sure enough, streaks of miniature lightning were crackling through Si Yisi’s loose hair, the tiny bolts creating soft crackling sounds as they zapped the air. His hair floated upward, each strand looking like an electric snake. It gave him the strange appearance of an “electric Medusa.”

Si Yisi: “…”

He was short-circuiting.