I transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation and got bound to a bootlicker System.
The System says I can grow stronger as long as I fawn over goddesses.
But when I brought spirit fruit to my aloof senior sister, I tripped and landed flat on my face, smacking the fruit right into her nostril.
The System was ecstatic: “Facial massage, Bootlicker Points +20!”
When my senior sister angrily drew her sword, I blurted out, “Senior Sister, your nostrils are so pretty!”
She suddenly blushed, and her inner demon was triggered.
After I scolded my junior sister until she cried, she sobbed, “Senior Brother, scold me one more time!”
I brought my master a birthday gift, only to burn off the beard he’d spent a thousand years growing.
System: “Perfect hair removal treatment! Reward: Heaven-tier cultivation technique!”
At the immortal sect tournament, I was forced to make heartfelt confessions to the goddesses of every sect.
“Your legs are short, your waists are thick, and your cultivation is trash. Why don’t you go home and grow sweet potatoes!”
After the whole arena fell silent, the goddesses all looked at me through misty eyes. “No one has ever... understood me like this!”
The elder of the Joyous Union Sect shot to his feet and slammed the table. “This boy has mastered the art of insults. He should be our Saint!”
I clutched my head and fled. “Help! There’s definitely something wrong with this System!”
