Chapter 1 The Microtransaction System

Lingwu Continent!

Giant Spirit Sect!

“Senior brother! I’m heading to the Outer Sect now.” A young boy spoke with a slight choke in his voice.

Almost at the same time, a furious roar echoed from inside the room.

“Get lost! What’s so great about the Outer Sect? I couldn’t care less about going there.”

The boy took out a few taels of broken silver from his pocket and spoke softly, “Senior brother, I still have a few taels of silver here. Thank you for taking care of me all this time.”

With that, he set the silver down and turned to leave.

Moments later, the door was pushed open.

A rather unkempt youth walked out.

“Ah! Sent another one away,” Xiao Yang muttered, feeling utterly defeated inside.

He was, after all, someone who had transmigrated into this world. Never mind not having a golden finger—could things be a little less special?

For others, being a servant disciple lasted a year or two at most. That was already considered long.

But as for himself, he had been a menial laborer for ten years.

Counting the one who just left, he had already seen off thirteen junior brothers and one senior brother.

“If I can’t make it through this year, I’ll just leave this place,” he thought.

Facing former junior brothers now required calling them “senior brother,” which made Xiao Yang cringe with embarrassment.

Staying here any longer was pointless. He might as well go home early.

All of this was because of his aptitude.

Xiao Yang was the legendary good-for-nothing who appeared only once in ten thousand years!

If aptitudes were ranked in ten stars, even a mongrel would have two stars, whereas Xiao Yang had a pitiful one.

The facts proved that even a mongrel was stronger than him.

“Ding! System rebooting!”

“……10%……30%……50%……70%……99%”

“Ding! Unknown error, reboot failed.”

Xiao Yang’s expression remained calm.

Some things, once you’ve experienced them enough, you simply get used to.

Take, for instance, the mysterious system that had attempted to start up 3,650 times over ten years.

Not once had it succeeded.

“Well, now that I have some money, I’ll buy myself a little wine tomorrow.”

Life had to go on. Over ten years, Xiao Yang had learned to take things as they came.

He turned to head back inside.

“Xiao the Loser! Get out here now!”

A sudden roar sounded from outside.

At the sound of that voice, a flicker of panic flashed in Xiao Yang’s eyes.

“Damn it, why is he here?”

The man outside was Zhang Yong, who, relying on his powerful older brother, ran amok in the sect every day.

Not long ago, Xiao Yang had witnessed this fellow harassing a young woman.

Acting on impulse, he’d rushed over to help.

Perhaps the other party had been drunk—Xiao Yang had managed to give him quite a beating.

But he hadn’t expected that, having just fought him that morning, Zhang Yong would come seeking revenge that afternoon.

“I can’t stay here. If he catches me, I’m dead.”

He tried to climb out the window, when suddenly a dull thud sounded behind him.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

A burly, broad-shouldered youth sauntered in, immediately spotting Xiao Yang trying to escape through the window.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He snorted, “So you’re still trying to run, you useless trash? I’ll kill you right now.”

Just as Xiao Yang was about to dash out, a gust of wind swept over him.

In an instant, a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Today I’ll cripple you.”

Zhang Yong’s voice hissed in his ear, as a tremendous force yanked him back.

Bang!

He was flung hard to the ground.

“Did you ever consider this moment when you ruined my plans?” Zhang Yong sneered, stomping on Xiao Yang’s right hand.

“Ah!” Xiao Yang cried out in pain, trying to pull his hand free.

But Zhang Yong noticed, and pressed down even harder with a malicious grin. “Trash, I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“Talk to your mother!” Xiao Yang snapped, losing his temper.

To be cornered and beaten at his own door—he refused to swallow this humiliation.

“How dare you shout at me!”

Zhang Yong’s gaze grew colder as he raised his foot.

Bang!

Xiao Yang was kicked across the room, crashing into the wall.

Blood spurted from his mouth, his face turning deathly pale.

He felt as if his organs would split from the agony, his body trembling uncontrollably.

“You dare curse me? I’ll cripple all four of your limbs and make you suffer!”

Seeing the pitiful state Xiao Yang was in only fueled Zhang Yong’s excitement. He suddenly dropped another bombshell.

“I forgot to tell you—the girl you saved this morning? She crawled into my bed herself this afternoon… hahahaha… Don’t you think that’s funny?”

He even reached up to stroke his own face as he spoke.

Hearing this, Xiao Yang’s fists clenched tightly.

For ten years, he had forced himself to be a good man.

But he hadn’t expected to meet such an end.

Power.

For the first time, he longed for strength with all his being.

He wanted to beat Zhang Yong senseless, to wipe that smug grin from his face.

“I must say, it felt pretty damn good!” Zhang Yong savored his victory as he slowly approached Xiao Yang.

Suddenly, he asked, “Don’t you just wish you could hit me?”

He drew a dagger, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light.

“But you won’t get the chance. I’ll send you to your grave right now, you worthless wretch.”

Fear gripped Xiao Yang as he realized he would die if he didn’t fight back.

Reaching out blindly, he grabbed whatever was at hand and, without looking, swung it at Zhang Yong’s head.

Bang!

Perhaps Zhang Yong hadn’t expected resistance—he took the blow squarely.

He clutched his head, growing even more enraged.

“You want to die!” Murder in his eyes, he gripped the dagger tighter and lunged at Xiao Yang’s chest.

“I’m done for,” thought Xiao Yang, watching the dagger draw near. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a series of alerts sounded in his mind.

“Ding! Invincible Pay-to-Win System activated!”

“Ding! Host detected in extreme danger; emergency protocol initiated.”

“Ding! Host possesses six taels of silver; funds have been automatically deposited.”

For a moment, Xiao Yang was stunned.

Then, ecstasy surged through him.

He’d never dreamed that after ten years of silence, the system would finally activate today.

“Ding! Received First Top-Up Gift Pack worth six taels!”

The situation was dire—he couldn’t afford to hesitate. He quickly opened his inventory.

There, he saw a dazzling, rainbow-colored gift pack.

He opened it.

A blinding array of colors burst forth.

The next moment, prompts sounded again.

“Ding! Received one Full Attribute Experience Card.”

“Ding! Received unique cultivation technique: Nine Saints Return to Origin!”

……

“System, use the Full Attribute Experience Card now!” he shouted inwardly, desperate.

“Ding! Use successful. Basic attributes maxed out.”

Instantly, Xiao Yang felt a surge of power fill his body.

At that moment, the dagger stabbed at his chest.

“This—how is this possible?!”

Zhang Yong stared in panic at the halted blade.

He pressed down with all his might, trying to drive the dagger into Xiao Yang’s heart.

“Had enough fun yet?” Xiao Yang asked coldly.

It was an ordinary question, but it sent a shiver through Zhang Yong, terror filling his eyes.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Xiao Yang snatched the knife from him.

With his right hand, he slapped Zhang Yong’s face hard.

Again and again.

In no time, Zhang Yong’s face was swollen and unrecognizable.

Still unsatisfied, Xiao Yang growled, “Weren’t you going to cripple my limbs?”

“No, no—it was all a misunderstanding!” Zhang Yong stammered, desperate to deny it.

“To hell with your misunderstanding!”

Xiao Yang’s fists crashed down on Zhang Yong’s shoulders.

Crack! Crack!