I Transmigrated, but the System Is Broken

“Shen Leyan! Shen Leyan, don’t sleep. Help me get off the cart, I want to go to the bathroom.”

It was midsummer in August, and the sun was scorching.

A group of more than 20 people drove a few donkey-drawn wooden carts on the path down the mountain. There were several bags of food and herbs on the wooden carts.

The driver shouted twice and couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled the reins to stop the donkey and was about to jump off the cart, when he suddenly saw a bag of herbs on the wooden cart behind him move.

“Ah–“

Shen Leyan was awakened by a scream. He raised his hand to pull away the herbs on his body, squinted his eyes to adapt to the dazzling sunlight, and sat up.

“Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

The driver was embarrassed to say that he was scared, muttered “Go and drive the donkey”, and hurried into the woods next to him.

Shen Leyan lazily patted the donkey’s head, signaling it to continue walking down the mountain.

 Before he transmigrated, he was a college student who stayed up late at night and slept during the day. But the body he entered was a sickly one, which made him never get enough sleep every day.

Fortunately, he was an outer disciple of Yunxi Sect, and the sect provided food and accommodation. He only needed to watch the door, cook, and do some odd jobs occasionally.

Today’s odd jobs were to go to a small village at the foot of the mountain to help the villagers rebuild their houses.

The small village suffered a fire yesterday, and more than a dozen thatched houses were destroyed, leaving the villagers homeless.

The cultivators of Yunxi Sect went to put out the fire last night, but building houses was not suitable for cultivators who slay demons, so it was their turn as outer disciples who did not have the qualifications to cultivate immortals.

 The senior brother who went to the woods to relieve himself came back. He saw the donkey-driving boy with messy black hair, wearing a loose navy blue suit, and half-closed handsome peach blossom eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time. He couldn’t help but laugh and tease.

“Shen Leyan, you usually sleep in class and guard the door. Now that you can finally go down the mountain, you are still sleeping?”

Shen Leyan climbed back to the wooden board and leaned against the pile of herbs.

“Life lies in sleeping.”

“You…” The senior brother sighed, “Before going down the mountain, I heard that as long as we do a good job this time, we can test our spiritual roots again.”

Only with spiritual roots can you cultivate immortality.

 Shen Leyan pricked up his ears: “Brother, do you want to cultivate immortality?”

“Of course! Who doesn’t want to cultivate immortality?”

99% of the outer disciples in Yunxi Sect watch the inner disciples flying swords and refining pills all day long, and hear those passionate legends of fighting demons and defending the way. They dream of being able to measure their spiritual roots one day, worship a famous teacher, and become famous in the world of immortals.

“I don’t want to cultivate immortality.”

The senior brother and several outer disciples around laughed.

Shen Leyan also laughed twice.

He really didn’t want to cultivate immortality, because the book he transmigrated into was called “Demons Are Rampant, Who is the Master of Destiny? !”

It’s okay that the author wrote the demons in the book as strong, but when writing the most critical plot of the battle between immortals and demons, he abandoned the plot without any professional ethics!

In other words, as this world develops, it is very likely that it will always stay at the time when the cultivator’s life was more plworthless than a dog in the battle between immortals and demons.

 As one of the four major sects of the righteous path, Yunxi Sect has always been at the forefront of slaying demons and eliminating evil. The cultivators of Yunxi Sect were the first batch of cannon fodder to die.

Even the sect master Lu Yuanyi, who was admired by thousands of people, was burned by the fire of karma in the war, and his body and soul were destroyed.

Shen Leyan had neither the morality of taking the world as his own responsibility nor the ability of “I am the master of destiny”. After all, although he was a transmigrater and knew all the main plots, his golden finger——

“Hello host, I am your system called Xiaodu.

Because of quantum mechanics, Xiaodu damaged his brain when he followed the host.

Xiaodu is working hard to repair itself…

It is expected to be repaired in half a day.

The probability of repair is 1%.”

There is a high probability that is golden finger Xiaodu has been damaged by quantum mechanics.

He is just an ordinary citizen without spiritual roots.

 He just wanted to save some money, leave the sect, find a secluded mountain village, and live a peaceful life.

When their donkey cart arrived outside the village, the villagers were already waiting outside. Seeing them, the white-bearded village chief quickly came over with a cane.

“Cultivators are exhausted from the journey! There is nothing in the village to welcome you…”

“What are you talking about?”

The senior brother quickly supported the old village chief and asked them to take down the food and herbs from the donkey cart and distribute them to the villagers who were affected by the fire.

Shen Leyan opened the rice bag and scooped rice for the villagers in line. He heard the senior brother next to him asking the village chief.

“Elder, where are the injured in the village now? Please take me there to see. We brought some herbs, and I also know some medical skills, which is just right for the injured.”

The village chief nodded and said gratefully: “Cultivator, please follow me.”

“Shen Leyan, you bring the herbs and come with us.”

Shen Leyan replied “OK”.

The village chief was old and walked slowly. Shen Leyan followed behind and looked at the small village carefully.

The village was not big, with about thirty households. Yesterday’s fire burned down about half of the thatched houses. The injured were placed in the remaining houses, and the others could only live in simple wooden sheds in the village’s grain field.

The thatched houses burned by the fire have become gray and dilapidated ruins. Several pieces of charred wood are scattered on the roadside, filling the air with a pungent smell.

White flags are hung in the grain field in the distance, and bursts of sad cries can be vaguely heard.

It was the hottest time of the day during the summer afternoon.

Shen Leyan gently pressed his collar to block the wind leaking into his neck. Inexplicably, he felt a chill spreading from under the ruins and staying at the back of his neck.

The further he walked into the village, the heavier the chill became. At first, he thought it was because of his weak body, but now the hot sweat on his back was almost cold.

It was as if… something was quietly spying on them from under the ruins.

It is said that people with weak bodies are more likely to attract evil spirits and have more acute perceptions.

 Shen Leyan walked a few steps quickly to catch up with the person in front.

“Senior brother.” He glanced at the ruins inconspicuously and lowered his voice, “Do you feel a little cold?”

The senior brother wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and said suspiciously: “It’s so hot, are you kidding?”

Seeing that his face was a little pale, the senior brother softened his tone.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

While speaking, the coldness on his back seemed to have noticed it and suddenly receded.

It seems that only he felt it.

Shen Leyan shook his head and closed his eyelashes: “I’m fine… senior brother, did the cultivators who came here yesterday say anything unusual in the village?”

“No. If the fire was caused by demons, the cultivators in the sect would not be unaware of it. They all carry demon-hunting compasses – besides, if there were really demons, the sect would not let us, the outer disciples, come here.”

Shen Leyan recalled the plot in the original book and tried to search for whether he had missed anything.

 “Maybe I’m too sleepy… I’m a little tired.”

The senior brother patted his shoulder comfortingly: “I’ll apply medicine to the injured later. You go and rest for a while.”

After walking for a while, they asked the village chief about the cause of the fire last night.

The village chief: “Alas… I don’t know why, maybe someone’s candle was overturned, and a big fire suddenly broke out last night. Everyone was still sleeping. When we saw the fire and heard the shouts, the fire had already started and burned a part of the house…

It would have been fine if only the house had burned down, but several children lost their parents, and some elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet also died.”

“It’s dry in the summer and easy for water to dry up.” The senior brother looked reluctant, “Please be patient, elder. We will stay in the village for a few days this time. We will leave after we treat the injured and help the village rebuild the thatched house.”

The village chief waved his hand and stood in front of a dilapidated thatched house.

 “The injured are all inside. Thank you, Cultivator.”

Shen Leyan pushed open the door of the thatched hut. The light in the room was a little dim. Several figures could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

As the cool breeze from outside spread in, the bloody smell in the room faded a little.

He frowned.

The senior brother thought that the young man was used to staying in the sect and had never seen such a tragic scene of blood and flesh being burned by fire. He was not used to it but he didn’t take it seriously. He took the herbs and began to treat the wounds.

Shen Leyan turned around and closed the door. His dark pupils were dyed with a thin layer of light gold by the sunlight.

From the moment he entered the thatched hut, the same coldness as under the ruins just now climbed up his neck again.

It’s cold.

He kept blowing on his neck.

He touched his right neck, and his left neck itched.

He touched his left neck, and his right neck itched.

 …If it is really a demon, it doesn’t seem to be a real demon.