Beneath the Fated Path, Defying Destiny to Live Forever

Transmigrated into the body of a low-ranking cultivator, I find my life path says: Dead in three years. Golden finger: Feed on emotions and grow stronger. But this world has been ground down by KPIs until cultivators don't even have emotions anymore. What do I do? Stir up trouble. From flipping the sect cafeteria on its head to turning the Heavenly Dao's fate charts into weather forecasts. Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Palace: ...Do you have no manners? Me: Nope. I'm here to patch the bugs in the System. Packed with laughs, with a knife hidden in the sweetness.