Lin Zhao transmigrated.
He became an eight-year-old beggar, with his six-year-old sister in tow, and got bound to a bratty-kid System sent down to work as punishment by its own father.
System: Host, what talent do you want? I can pull some strings for you!
Me: Perception, stealth, and poison techniques.
System: ??? Aren’t you choosing a Heavenly Spirit Root?
Me: No.
System: You’re not choosing a Chaos Spirit Root?
Me: No.
System: Are you crazy? Your sister has a Heavenly Spirit Root!
Me: That’s exactly why I’m not choosing one.
When some rich young master came looking for trouble, I put on a whole “frightened little animal whimpering” act right there on the spot. The crowd all took my side, and the young master was fined a hundred taels. As he left, he caught me smirking behind his back and shivered in fright.
A hundred taels in hand. What a score.
Then the System told me: Host, the cultivation world doesn’t use silver. It only accepts spirit stones. A hundred taels will get you just one low-grade spirit stone, enough to buy the most ordinary ten-year-old spirit herb.
Me: ...
System: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Me: What are you laughing at?
System: I just remembered something funny.
Me: ...
System: Don’t be mad, Host! I can give you a mission! Learn the first level of the Myriad Poisons Scripture within a month, and you’ll get one low-grade spirit stone!
Me: Just one?
System: Plus a copy of An Introduction to Alchemy!
Me: Triple it.
System: Two and a half times!
Me: Triple it.
