“Host, is your brain made of mush? This crappy bowl came from a Song dynasty imperial kiln!” Lu Yan clutched the coarse porcelain bowl he had picked up for three yuan and listened to the sharp-tongued ancient jade in his pocket. Only then did he realize he hadn’t found a piece of jade at all: it was a living System that could communicate with everything!
An old redwood chair bangs on the door, demanding to become his; a rusty fountain pen dips itself in blood and writes, “Please take care of me”; even the stray cats in his neighborhood bring jade pendants and drop them at his feet. Turns out everything has a spirit, and they’ve all been waiting for him, the “chosen treasure hunter”!
His best friend and fiancée set him up?
He simply makes the jade bangle they exchanged as a token of love shout, “I’m a fake!” on the spot. A yandere villain comes after him?
He exploits a System glitch, and the villain’s knife falls to its knees first, crying, “Please spare me, boss!”
When Linglong unlocks the ninth level of spiritual intelligence, she glares at the shadow behind him and sneers, “See that? What they call the Heavenly Dao is just a man-made game, and your Su Jiuli has already borne a thousand years of karma for you.”
