After the Complaint System Failed, I Stabbed the Immortal on My Back

Shen Yan has a complaining system. The harder you complain, the greater the reward. Relying on this thing, he lived in the outer sect of Qingyun Sect for eight years and was stuck at the eighth level of Qi Refining for three years. He lived a pleasant life. His most admired elder brother, Lin Mochen, was handsome, highly cultivated, and always gave him pills. He was the perfect example of a senior brother. It wasn't until the day of the sect competition that Lin Mochen photographed the evidence that he was an undercover agent of the Demon Sect in front of the entire sect. Shen Yan:? ? ? Am I an undercover agent? How come I don't know? What's even more shocking is that in his desperation, the body-protecting demonic energy went wild on the spot, turning black even more than coal. Shen Yan, who couldn't argue with anything, could only use the weird props redeemed by the system to escape to the Demon Sect. As a result, when I first arrived at Demon Sect, the system - got stuck. To be precise, the more you use magic power, the more useless the system becomes. In the end, this good-for-nothing saint who had been complaining for eight years found that his only golden finger was almost gone. Shen Yan: No, Sir, this is too much of a backstab? Then he discovered that there was more than one system stabbing him in the back. There are demon sect elders who have their own evil intentions, there is a saint among them who wants to kill him every day, and there are righteous pursuers outside who are shouting to skin him. The most terrible thing is that the senior brother who personally drove him to a dead end seems to be... Saving him again? The fog is thick and there are ghosts everywhere. Shen Yan sighed and put the last trump card he had collected from the system into his arms.