Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Master, Don’t Hit the Face

Translator: 549690339

Immortal Feather Sect.

Mountains surrounded the area, with immortal mist swirling about.

In a cave dwelling, Li Xiaobai lay on the bed with a frown, staring at the panel in front of him.

[Host: Li Xiaobai]

[Attack: 0 (+)]

[Speed: 0 (+)]

[Defense: 0 (+)]

[Attribute Points: 10]

[Skill: None]

[Item: None]

[Shop: Not Opened]

Damn it, this is the epitome of a product with nothing to offer—transmigrators shouldn’t be treated like this.

Three days earlier, Li Xiaobai had suddenly transmigrated to this world, becoming an Inner Sect Disciple of the Immortal Feather Sect.

He also received an attribute point system, and after three whole days, he finally figured out how to use it.

The system didn’t have the function to increase cultivation level, only to add attribute points.

As long as he took damage, he would gain attribute points.

Overall, it was a system that clearly had a masochistic streak. Yesterday, just as a little test, his master slapped him across the face, and the left side of it was still swollen.

However, the gain was significant, as that one slap immediately added ten attribute points.

Where should I add them?

If I want to be able to take a few hits in the future, I’d better stack them all on defensive power for now to keep myself safe.

[Defensive Power: Mortal Flesh (10/100) Upgradeable.]

He touched his face; although the swelling hadn’t gone down, the skin felt noticeably tougher.

He could continue to wander outside.

With his increased defensive power, Li Xiaobai’s mood improved significantly, and he hummed a tune as he made his way to another cave dwelling, belonging to Senior Sister Su.

Senior Sister Su was a cultivation fanatic, spending her days with her nose to the grindstone, and it was said that her strength was nearing that of many elders despite her young age.

Plus, she had a fiery temper—like a keg of gunpowder that could ignite at any moment.

Knock knock knock!

“Senior Sister, your little brother is here to see you!”

The door opened, revealing the annoyed face of a woman, clearly displeased just short of having the word written across her forehead.

“Speak quickly if you have something to say!”

Li Xiaobai swallowed, “Ahem, Senior Sister, you look really beautiful today!”

“Heh, you’ve got good taste, come on in first!”

Women love compliments, and hearing her junior brother’s praise made Su Yunbing feel a little bit of happiness.

Once inside, Li Xiaobai glanced around the environment. Senior Sister’s boudoir was stark and empty, nothing like a man’s. He couldn’t help blurting out,

“Senior Sister, why is your cave dwelling so empty? It’s like a man’s place; Senior Sister Ye’s dwelling is much nicer than yours.”

Comparing between women, especially with a beauty like Ye Wushuang, was taboo, and the atmosphere in the room grew tense at those words. Li Xiaobai felt the pressure, worrying that if Senior Sister lost control and slapped him, he might be done for.

Fortunately, Su Yunbing managed to keep her emotions in check.

“Junior Brother, although you are now an Inner Sect Disciple, you were only specially recruited, and your strength is far from that of the others. You still need to work harder.”

Su Yunbing squeezed out a smile and passed a cup of tea to Li Xiaobai.

“Thank you for the advice, Senior Sister, you should also pay more attention to self-care. If a woman cultivates day and night without rest, her skin will age quickly,” Li Xiaobai said seriously.

Crack. The teacup in Su Yunbing’s hand was crushed into powder. Li Xiaobai’s heart skipped a beat—had he gone too far?

“Junior Brother, did you come today because you have something to say?”

Su Yunbing struggled to control her emotions, feeling off since the moment this junior brother stepped in; she almost lost control of her temper several times, as if she was indeed having an adverse reaction to the new arrival.

“Senior Sister, actually I’ve made a little mistake, and I’m not sure if I should speak about it,” Li Xiaobai said cautiously, eyeing Su Yunbing.

“Go ahead and speak, with my matchless strength and broad-mindedness, I won’t hold it against you,” she said.

Relieved to see the conversation getting back on track, Su Yunbing let out a sigh. The junior brother was not good with words, but she, as his senior sister, should be more tolerant.

“Actually, I just accidentally knocked over the rouge powder Senior Sister Ye prepared for you…” Li Xiaobai cautiously said.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and Li Xiaobai’s heart skipped a beat as he sensed the murderous aura. Indeed, this was no job for the faint-hearted.

Although his eldest senior sister had a tough temperament, she was still very conscious of her appearance. Ye Wushuang was skilled in medicine, and the rouge she made was not only attractive but also had the effect of beautifying and keeping the skin young. She had wheedled and cajoled for a long time before finally getting the other party to agree to help make a batch.

“Senior Sister… can you not hit the face?”

One minute later,

Su Yunbing walked out slowly, holding Li Xiaobai up by one hand and nonchalantly threw him out.

“Junior Brother, it’s just a box of rouge, it’s nothing. Senior sister forgives you.”

…

Li Xiaobai got up from the ground with an expressionless face and touched his right cheek, which was swollen.

Well, good, now both sides of his face were symmetrical.

He checked his attribute panel.

[Attribute Points: 100.]

The senior sister’s hits were too fierce, netting him a whopping one hundred attribute points in one go. He still preferred the way his master did it, slapping only once each time. Steady and sustained.

No question about it, all points to defensive power. If he didn’t, he felt like he would eventually be beaten to death.

[Defensive Level: Mortal Flesh (10/1000) Upgradeable.]

At the same time, a notification sound rang in his mind.

[Skill Comprehension: Hatred Hundred Percent.]

Hatred Hundred Percent: Showing off is a skill, an art even. When you show off, targets will view you with unlimited hostility and attack you fiercely. The better the show, the harsher the beating.

Note: Beating comes with risks, use with caution.

Sheesh!

Seeing this skill, Li Xiaobai gasped. What a powerful skill!

On the surface, it looked like a useless skill, but upon deeper contemplation, it was an incredibly powerful control skill.

Just think, by showing off, you can pull all of your opponent’s hatred and have them attack you like crazy. Isn’t that basically one hundred percent control?

It’s just that his handsome face would have to suffer.

With a new skill in hand, Li Xiaobai decided to go try it out on his master. His old man had a good temper, and he’d only slap once, not too hard.

Inner Sect Disciples each have their own master. Generally, there would be one master for every ten disciples. Li Xiaobai’s master was Feng Lingzi, who had a total of seven disciples, all of whom, except for Li Xiaobai, were cultivation fanatics.

The Sect had high hopes for this team and specially created a mountain peak for Feng Lingzi and his disciples to concentrate on teaching and sorting through cultivation materials.

This kind of treatment could be compared to that of True Disciples, which was an extra benefit.

Entering the two-story building, Feng Lingzi liked to nap in the small attic. The guy was a bit lazy. Having been in this world for three days, Li Xiaobai had yet to see him practice for even one day.

It seemed life had been a little too comfortable.

Hehe, let’s give him some excitement!

“Master, I’m here!”

“If you’re here, then you’re here. No need to shout so loud. Did you come to actually cultivate properly this time?” Feng Lingzi’s voice came from next to the bookshelf where he was organizing books, looking thoroughly aggrieved.

The Sect competition was approaching, and he had to sort out some materials for his disciples to consult. He normally didn’t touch these things much, resulting in a significant workload now.

He casually tossed a booklet to Li Xiaobai.

“I recommend that you cultivate this Primodial Scripture. It’s basic but stable, and less likely to cause problems. Take it back and start practicing. Don’t embarrass me.”

“Master, aren’t we cultivators supposed to contend with the heavens? Shouldn’t we cultivate more powerful techniques?” Li Xiaobai was taken aback. Although he didn’t practice cultivation techniques, he couldn’t help but ask. It seemed his master’s opinions were different from the others’.

“Contend with the heavens? Do you think heaven cares about you?” Feng Lingzi rolled his eyes, clearly disdainful of the idea of contending with fate.

Although something felt off, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to really cultivate.

He had the System; leveling up was simple, no need for actual cultivation.

Thinking this, Li Xiaobai cleared his throat, preparing to activate his skill.

“Master, your disciple is no mere mortal and cannot be judged by common standards. Since the day of my birth, I have been destined to vie against the great powers of heaven and earth.”

“I see myself as a once-in-a-millennium genius, with all the luck converging upon me. Now that you, my esteemed master, with your discerning eyes, have accepted me into the Immortal Sect, this genius seeks to learn the strongest techniques in the world and walk an invincible path!”