The Sword Venerable Can't Stop Picking Fights

Reborn as a cannon-fodder character who wouldn't survive three chapters in a cultivation novel, I immediately bound myself to the "Perk-Harvesting System."

As long as I can get close to the child of fortune when he encounters an opportunity, I can automatically make a copy of it.

I stole the male lead's spirit herbs, swindled his opportunities, and even snatched up the treasures at roadside stalls he merely brushed past.

Then one day, the System suddenly shrieked: "Host, the one you're leeching off is a Sword Venerable with a full 100% corruption value!"

I turned to run, but he grabbed me by the waist and pinned me against the wall. "You've stolen so many things from me... How are you planning to make it up to me?"

"M-Make it up to you? In your dreams! The System made me do it!"

He chuckled. "Then I'll dismantle the System, and you can repay me yourself."