The System Teaches You How to Be Human

Li Yunzhu’s face paled as she scolded, her voice trembling with accusation, “Why would you do such a thing?!”

Si Yisi felt a headache forming from her reprimands. However, he wasn’t unfamiliar with handling these delicate, white-lotus-type hosts. He knew the best way to make them stop talking was…

“Please, take a closer look before saying such things.”

His manners were flawless, leaving no room for criticism. The tone of his voice, however…

Elder Mingbai paused briefly but still directed her attention toward the dissected corpse. Though her cultivation was largely dependent on spiritual pills, she hadn’t entirely lost her wits.

As she examined the remains, Si Yisi extended his hand, wrapping a certain object in spiritual energy before presenting it to her.

“Please look.”

It was a small shard of ice, encased in the corrupted blood formed by demonic energy.

With a gentle ‘squeeze,’ the shard began to emit faint, shimmering light, resembling fireflies. The glowing points gathered, coalescing into an illusory image.

“What is this…?” A disciple exclaimed in realization, “A Memory Stone?!”

Some were still skeptical. After all, who had ever heard of a Memory Stone capable of integrating into a cultivator’s body?

But their doubts were soon overridden as most of their attention shifted to the recorded content.

On the projection, Zhao Weijin could be seen wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, muttering curses under his breath. When he approached Yunhua Courtyard, every disciple watching held their breath.

Zhao Weijin was found dead at Yunhua Courtyard.

Si Yisi cast a brief, dismissive glance at Junior Brother Sheng Qinghe, who was simmering with suppressed resentment. His lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, exuding an air of disdain.

After that glance, he paid no further attention to Sheng Qinghe. To him, the man was merely a bully relying on borrowed power, destined to remain insignificant.

The disciples were engrossed in the unfolding projection. Every single one of them wanted to know who had killed Zhao Weijin. The appearance of demonic energy in their midst was a bad omen, and none of them wished to be senselessly killed one day.

Zhao Weijin eventually grew tired of cursing. He pushed open the door to his room, sat cross-legged, and began meditating.

Moments later, the image on the Memory Stone flickered abruptly before going completely dark.

“What happened?”

“Why did it suddenly go black?” The disciples were perplexed.

Though the visual recording was gone, the audio remained. A male voice, deep and resonant, almost melodious like a clear spring, began speaking.

However, in this situation, none of the cultivators were in the mood to appreciate its beauty.

“Senior Brother Zhao Weijin, good afternoon. I heard about your failure. How could you be so useless?”

Senior Brother Zhao Weijin…? Was the demon a disciple of the sect?

The disciples surrounding them felt their hearts tighten. Si Yisi, on the other hand, appeared completely unsurprised. For a demon capable of applying such precise pressure on the original owner, it had to be someone within the Jinghua Sect itself.

After that, even the sound disappeared for a while.

They waited anxiously for some time until both the sound and the image returned.

“You’re the one who killed Ah Qing!” Zhao Weijin’s figure became clear again. He howled like a wounded beast, his voice filled with fury and despair.

A hand appeared in the corner of the screen.

The person held an unmarked folding fan, their tone casual and indifferent. “Yes, it was me. You can rest in peace now. At least your death will serve some purpose.”

With that, the hand, reminiscent of a delicate bamboo shoot after the rain, lightly lifted. The folding fan flashed with a silver light. Then, silence.

The Memory Stone’s recording didn’t reveal much useful information, but many people noticed the crane emblem on the person’s sleeve.

That emblem was exclusive to disciples of the Main Peak. Senior Brother Si Mobai, too, was a disciple of the Main Peak.

Sheng Qinghe, unwilling to give up, clung to this clue and immediately pounced on it. His face was still swollen, and his speech came out garbled, perfectly embodying the tactless nature of a disposable character.

He completely overlooked the fact that, as someone of lower status, he had no right to be so aggressive toward Senior Brother Mobai.

“The crane emblem! The crane emblem! Even if you brought this out, it doesn’t clear you of suspicion!”

“Mobai, why did you plant a Memory Stone on this junior?”

Sheng Qinghe and Elder Mingbai spoke almost simultaneously, their voices overlapping.

“To prepare for contingencies. Even in my current position, I can’t avoid knives and swords aimed at my back.” Si Yisi let out a self-deprecating laugh, his expression tinged with melancholy. Yet, his response made it clear. He had only answered Elder Mingbai’s question while completely ignoring Sheng Qinghe’s.

Sheng Qinghe perfectly demonstrated how to dig his own grave. “This must be Senior Brother framing someone while shouting ‘thief!’”

And yet, he now remembered to add the respectful title of “Senior Brother” to his accusations.

Si Yisi’s expression turned subtly amused. In this clearly defined storyline, wasn’t the disposable character supposed to go provoke the protagonist? Why had he turned to harass the original owner instead?

It wasn’t just subtle; it was downright strange.

Seeing that Elder Mingbai was about to speak again, Si Yisi made a quick assumption; she was surely about to “mediate” again.

Ignoring Li Yunzhu, Si Yisi turned his attention to Sheng Qinghe with a faint smile, exuding the demeanor of a kind Senior Brother. Si Yisi was a principled system, and he did his best to portray the original owner’s personality. Yet, as he continued the act, he suddenly thought; Sending someone to their death gently might be quite effective.

It certainly carried a powerful sense of intimidation.

Slap!

Before Si Yisi could act, another person intervened.

The newcomer delivered a ferocious slap to Sheng Qinghe’s face, producing a crisp sound.

“Ah!” Sheng Qinghe let out a pained scream as he was knocked to the ground. His other cheek swelled instantly. Enraged, he shouted, “Who dares?!”

“It’s me! You little brat, are you trying to rebel?!”

Upon seeing the newcomer, Si Yisi was momentarily surprised. The arriving cultivator turned out to be another elder, Sheng Bairan, who happened to be distantly related to Sheng Qinghe.

Sheng Bairan was a burly man with a rugged appearance. Possessing a thunder spiritual root, he stood tall and imposing, resembling a thunder god.

After disciplining his unruly nephew, Elder Sheng immediately turned to Si Yisi and said, “Nephew, please don’t take offense. This foolish boy is completely out of line.”

He grabbed Sheng Qinghe like one would a chick, lifting him easily. Sheng Qinghe’s face was badly swollen, yet he continued to grumble and protest.

“What are you doing? That surnamed Si humiliated me like this! I demand a duel to the death with him!”

“…” Elder Sheng was silent for a moment before turning to glare at the delicate and dainty Elder Mingbai standing nearby. “Did you teach this disgraceful brat?”

“Qinghe is still young…” Li Yunzhu responded with her usual excuse. “If he made any mistakes, they can be corrected.”

“Corrected?” Elder Sheng’s expression twisted into a fierce snarl. “Today, he can slander someone without evidence. Tomorrow, is he planning to become a sky-climbing monkey?!”

Si Yisi observed from the sidelines, finding this Elder Sheng far more entertaining than the version he remembered from the original owner’s memories.

At the very least, this elder was far more agreeable than the muddle-headed Elder Mingbai.

As this thought crossed his mind, a patrol squad from Jinghua Sect pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. Bowing slightly to the two elders, they said, “Elders, please take a moment to rest. This matter can be entrusted to us for investigation.”

Elder Sheng temporarily reined in his temper. Once again, he hoisted Sheng Qinghe like a chick and handed him over to the patrol squad without the slightest hint of favoritism.

“Interrogate him thoroughly! Otherwise, I’d say he’s on his way to being branded as colluding with demonic cultivators!”

Si Yisi smiled faintly. Ah… I had actually intended to use this excuse to counterattack Sheng Qinghe, but Elder Sheng had stolen my thunder.

What a pity. He couldn’t beat him up a little longer.

However …

A thought crossed Si Yisi’s mind. Stepping forward, he stared directly at Sheng Qinghe’s swollen face, which was so disfigured that his features were barely recognizable, and said, “A duel to the death? Very well.”

“Let’s do it.”

His voice carried a playful lilt, an inflection that would have been captivating to other disciples. But for Sheng Qinghe? Pure provocation. Naked, unrestrained provocation!

“Bring it on—!!” Sheng Qinghe erupted, growling furiously, resembling an enraged and battered bear.

Si Yisi’s smile grew even more genuine. His phoenix-shaped eyes sparkled with brilliance, exuding a charm that was both elegant and unrivaled. “I’ll be waiting.”

Let’s see, if I don’t beat you to a pulp!