7 – Chapter
What the hell is a sickly system?
Mu Lingyan glanced at Yue He’s retreating figure from the corner of her eye, feeling somewhat skeptical.
He Xuan would never like anyone.
As the male lead she had written, he was undoubtedly transcendent and peerless in Immortal Arts.
Countless sect fairies, demonesses from the Demon Realm, and seductive ghosts from the Ghost Realm were all, to varying degrees, interested in He Xuan.
But he was solely devoted to cultivating the supreme path of emotionless swordsmanship.
Until the end of the novel, there was no one who truly captured his heart.
Whether it was the aloof fairy or the enchanting demoness, none could enter his heart.
Mu Lingyan felt a headache coming on.
When she was writing this novel, the regulations happened to be stricter, and she couldn’t create a harem. So, halfway through, all the female confidantes she had written for the male lead ended up as unrequited love interests for the supporting female characters.
She looked up again at He Xuan, who was acting indifferent and expressionless.
A wave of melancholy washed over her heart.
My precious male lead!
It’s all your mother’s fault for writing over five million words without letting you taste even a scrap of romance!
He Xuan noticed what seemed like a pitying gaze from the other person. He put down the unfinished apricot blossom cake and fixed his eyes on Mu Lingyan.
“Do you have something else, disciple?”
Mu Lingyan waved her hand. “No, nothing. Shall Master rest now? This disciple will take her leave.”
The moonlight had already begun to rise, and the glow at the peak was brighter than elsewhere.
As Mu Lingyan packed up the food box and turned to leave,
He Xuan’s voice came from behind, asking a question
that left her frozen in place.
“Disciple, what do you think should be done with the captured demon creature?”
Mu Lingyan stopped in her tracks, turned around, and bowed her head. The red gauze skirt swayed slightly, accentuating the fairness of her jade-like legs.
“Such an important matter as dealing with demon creatures naturally depends on Master’s decision. Whatever the sect decides, this disciple will obey without question.”
Her words were resolute and decisive.
Under the enchanting moonlight, He Xuan’s features appeared even more transcendent and incomparably beautiful.
Since his spiritual energy had not yet recovered, He Xuan’s complexion was excessively pale, his lips colorless, making his eyes appear especially dark.
Being stared at by such cold, dark eyes, Mu Lingyan’s heart skipped a beat.
Interacting with He Xuan now felt like her ideal type had appeared right beside her!
It was hard not to feel moved!!
She wondered if her limited flirting skills could win over this iron tree that hadn’t blossomed in a thousand years.
How to conquer an emotionless and desireless Master?
Seeking advice…
“Disciple, you are always so sensible. With you taking care of Worry-Free Peak, I am very much at ease.”
He Xuan’s slender, flawless fingers picked up a fallen apricot blossom petal.
The petal was crushed between his fingertips, its juice slowly trickling down his jade-cold fingers.
The mountain breeze brushed past, causing a few strands of ink-black hair to fall before him.
She could even glimpse the faint outline of his collarbone beneath his plain white robe.
Mu Lingyan felt the scene before her was somewhat suggestive.
Her words stumbled.
“Ahem… Master flatters me. These are all things this disciple should do.” Mu Lingyan, feeling somewhat embarrassed under He Xuan’s gaze, pursed her lips and pointed her delicate, jade-like fingers toward her own courtyard.
“Then, this disciple will take her leave?”
He Xuan nodded, and Mu Lingyan gracefully departed.
Only when her figure was no longer in sight
did He Xuan’s gaze gradually turn cold, without a trace of the gentle concern from moments before.
…
Mu Lingyan returned to her bamboo cottage courtyard and took out a jade slip from her storage ring, which recorded secret techniques of the Immortal Sect.
She attempted to cover the jade slip with her spiritual sense, and the contents flew into her sea of consciousness.
Golden characters floated vertically in her sea of consciousness.
Uh… hmm…
So why didn’t she inherit the original owner’s cultivation talent when she transmigrated into the book?
Mu Lingyan leaned back in her chair, tilting her head upward as she gazed at the stars in the night sky and murmured softly.
“What should I do? I don’t understand anything, it’s so hard to grasp, sigh.”
“Why do other transmigrators get a System or something, but I don’t? Is it just because I’m the author herself?”
Just as Mu Lingyan was frowning in distress, a series of “ding, ding, ding” sounds echoed in her Sea of Consciousness.
“Ding…”
“Aura loading in progress…”
“Matching to the correct host…”
“Sickly Weak Aura loading complete…”
Mu Lingyan: ?
The mechanical System voice in her Sea of Consciousness continued its lines on its own. Mu Lingyan asked, bewildered, “Excuse me, are you my System?”
System: “Yes, host.”
Mu Lingyan took a deep breath, immediately perking up as she sat straight and asked, “Then why did you only appear now? Other transmigrators’ Systems show up as soon as they arrive in this world, don’t they?”
System: “Your transmigration was purely accidental. Since you passively activated the transmigration hard mode and were detected by the higher plane, auras are currently on sale. All the other aura siblings are very busy, so I, who have been idle for a long time, was assigned to you, host.”
Mu Lingyan could even detect a hint of excitement in its mechanical voice.
“Wait, what do you mean by passively activating transmigration mode? And are you an unwanted aura?”
System: “Although your words are quite rude, I cannot deny it. This System has indeed been idle for a very long time.”
Mu Lingyan: “What does Sickly Weak Aura mean? How do I use it?”
System: “As long as you chant the activation phrase, you can enter a state of frail delicacy, like Lin Daiyu coughing up blood. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be ‘weak.'”
Mu Lingyan: “??”
Do I even need to pretend to be weak?
With all this cultivation power but no idea how to use it, I’m already a total noob!
The System in her Sea of Consciousness fell silent, and Mu Lingyan fell silent too.
She was a web novelist. She had seen fox spirit Systems, top celebrity Systems, entertainment mogul Systems—Systems for becoming rich, beautiful, and powerful, she had seen them all.
But what was this “become weak” System all about?
No wonder it was left idle. Who would ever need a System like this?
Mu Lingyan was now in a state of utter speechlessness.
Her silence seemed to make the System quite awkward. It timidly said, “Ho… host, I can be useful too…”
“Besides making me look like a sickly beauty, what other functions do you have?”
Hearing that Mu Lingyan was willing to engage with it, the System seemed delighted.
“Beautiful host, currently I’m not very useful! But if you upgrade me, I can be a little useful. And I’m really good at flattery…”
Its tone was cheerful yet cautious, as if afraid Mu Lingyan would abandon it.
Finally, Mu Lingyan seemed to relent. “So, what’s the activation phrase for the Sickly Weak Aura?”
System: “I am a little noob.”
“Wh-what?”
The System in her Sea of Consciousness paused briefly before quickly saying, “I am a little noob. That’s your aura activation phrase.”
It spoke so fast that Mu Lingyan couldn’t help but suspect it was feeling guilty.
Mu Lingyan pressed a hand to her forehead, a sigh of helplessness escaping her lips.
“I mean, when you develop System auras, can’t you make them a bit more sophisticated?”
The System in her mind didn’t respond, seeming rather pitiful and aggrieved.
It didn’t want to be like this either, but it was originally the developer’s impromptu creation. Now that it had finally been assigned a host, of course it wanted to cherish the opportunity.
Fortunately, Mu Lingyan was a writer who had seen all sorts of bizarre tropes.
She quickly sorted out her emotions and accepted this ridiculous setup.
“Little Weakling, how do I upgrade you, and what benefits will you have after the upgrade?”
Great, she even had the mood to give it a nickname—seemed she no longer despised it.
The System happily replied, “Of course, by absorbing the luck of this world’s chosen one!”