My System Is That of a Taoist Monk from My Previous Life

Su Nian wore it. A loser with five spiritual roots who has transformed into the world of immortality, a handyman in the outer sect, the kind of cannon fodder who won't survive three episodes. The good news is, she's tied to the system. The bad news is, the system is even more grumpy than she is. "Break through the second level of Qi Refining within three days, otherwise you will be wiped out." "Can't dodge this sword? Trash." "Does this injury hurt? I suggest you just bury it." Su Nian endured it. After all, although the system is venomous, the exercises it gives are really top-notch, and the fighting skills it teaches are really ruthless. She relied on the chemical knowledge of the people on earth to improve the elixirs, used the principles of mechanics to deconstruct sword moves, forced her way out of the handyman pile, and smashed the faces of all those who looked down on her. Until one day, she was on the verge of death and the system suddenly went out of control. "Warning - source consumption exceeds threshold - memory fragments leaked -" Then she heard a completely unfamiliar, low and hoarse voice: "... It's you again." Su Nian was stunned: "Who are you?" The system was silent for three seconds and returned to a cold tone: "Data error. Host is advised to ignore." Su Nian: "..." She suddenly realized something. This system seems to know her. And—it seemed like he was almost going to kill himself for her.