The System Teaches You How to Be Human

At this moment, Elder Sheng found Si Yisi as pleasing to the eye as he found the refined, gentlemanly cultivator irritating.

With a dissatisfied look, he turned to the latter and said, “I don’t think Si Mobai will be like what you’re suggesting.”

Then, in a not-so-subtle mutter, he added, “Humph… what can someone with cultivation built on spirit medicines even understand?”

It turned out that this elegant-looking cultivator had been nothing more than a wastrel in the mortal world, relying on his family’s supply of spiritual medicines to barely earn a nominal position as an elder.

Cultivators had sharp senses, and Elder Sheng’s words were clearly aimed at this refined-looking man.

“Oh? Then I’ll bet a ‘Beautiful Jade Fan’, that Si Mobai will lose himself in the den of beauties and forget everything else,” the man retorted smugly.

Elder Sheng glared back. “Fine, I’ll wager the ‘Pill King Cauldron’!”

Thus, the two turned this trial into a wager. Since amusements were rare in the cultivation world, even the sect masters tacitly allowed them to continue.

To everyone’s surprise, even the Jinghua Sect Master, Mu Weiqing, joined the bet. Cloaked in his serene and otherworldly demeanor, he unhesitatingly stood on the side betting that Si Mobai would pass the trial.

“It seems the Jinghua Sect Master is quite fond of your young master,” remarked the Sect Master of the Qingniao Sect, eyeing the item Mu Weiqing had placed as his wager.

Mu Weiqing replied calmly, “I trust Mobai.”

And naturally, he also trusted the mysterious remnant soul that Si Mobai had chosen.

***

Inside the illusion created by the Lanting Secret Realm.

Si Yisi was in a lavish room filled with a faint, almost imperceptible aphrodisiac fragrance that subtly stirred one’s desires. Beside him was a spacious bed draped in sheer gauze, beneath which the outline of a slumbering beauty could vaguely be seen.

At this moment, Si Yisi sat on a plush carpet, wearing next to nothing. Surrounding him were several enchanting women conjured by the illusion.

These women had perfect faces and figures. Some were draped in translucent gauze, half-concealing and half-revealing their allure, while others were even more daring in their efforts to please him.

The beauty lying within arm’s reach on the bed seemed even more tempting than the women surrounding him, as though she was the pinnacle of charm compared to the others vying for his attention.

However …

to Si Yisi’s eyes, these illusions were nothing but a group of gaudy skeletons, dressed up and putting on a show.

Si Yisi: “…”

“Choo…”

He let out a small sneeze, irritated by the overwhelming fragrance.

Noticing Si Yisi’s apparent readiness to take action, the cultivators watching from outside all shifted their attention to the projection displaying his image.

His previous expressionless, indifferent demeanor had been interpreted as him not yet reacting to the illusion.

Now, Si Yisi was finally reacting.

Though his face remained blank, inwardly, his rage burned fiercely, almost enough to set fire to the mess of crimson gauze and nonsense before him!

“Master~”

A beauty reached out, her hand moving toward his chest. Si Yisi, without hesitation, caught it gracefully.

Outside the illusion, the refined, gentlemanly cultivator snapped his folding fan shut, thinking smugly; This is it!

But then, with a sudden motion, Si Yisi grabbed the beauty with one hand, lifted her effortlessly into the air, and…

Thud!

He hurled her onto the crimson bed with great force!

Gentlemanly cultivator: “?”

The throw was so heavy that even those watching from outside the illusion, focusing intently, heard a distinct crack as the bones of the other “beauty” lying on the red bed made an audible noise.

Following that, Si Yisi seemed to discover the joy of tossing people.

Once again, he gently accepted the soft hands extended toward him by another beauty, and without the slightest hint of tenderness, he flung her onto the crimson bed with equal brutality.

One after another, the beauties were mercilessly tossed, each landing producing more grinding “crack-crack” sounds of breaking bones.

By the time the last beauty was thrown, the quilt on the bed had already been soaked in blood.

Blood dripped steadily to the floor, forming a macabre scene of rivers of red.

Si Yisi sighed with a touch of self-awareness. “Hmm… perhaps I was a bit too rough?”

***

Outside the illusion, an oppressive silence fell.

Fortunately, what the onlookers saw were merely skeletons instead of flesh-and-blood bodies. If Si Yisi’s actions had been against actual humans, hurling their limbs into disarray, they would undoubtedly have labeled him as a demonic cultivator on the spot.

Even so, the cultivators present couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions, complicated and hesitant.

Mu Weiqing: “…”

Elder Sheng: “…”

Gentlemanly cultivator: “…”

The female cultivator who had earlier referred to Si Yisi as “young master” loosened her grip on the crystal-clear grapes fruit in her hand, which promptly rolled away.

Ah, I was so scared, I dropped my fruit.

“This Si Mobai, truly… so young yet wise in discernment!”

“Though outwardly charming, he can restrain himself; surely destined to become a renowned cultivator of his generation!”

The awkward silence among the cultivators watching the illusion was finally broken, replaced by exaggerated praise as they forced themselves into a mode of flattery.

Elder Sheng’s eyes widened like those of a bull, but he maintained his composure, pretending he had anticipated this all along. He let out three hearty laughs. “Now, hand over your losing wagers!”

Inside the illusion, Si Yisi tore off a strip of red gauze to cover himself and strode toward the door glowing with white light.

The Illusion of Lust and Desire—broken!

Meanwhile, Yu Rongcheng, the Heaven’s Chosen protagonist, was also climbing steadily within the secret realm. However, as an unknown, low-level cultivator, his progress didn’t garner much attention.

Occasionally, someone glimpsed his section of the illusion and noticed the deep blackness of his eyes. Without realizing it, they felt a faint shiver in their hearts.

But among the audience here, none had a cultivation level below the Nascent Soul stage.