Chapter 8 Green

200 points is a very strange concept. For a small system, it is equivalent to half a month's minimum living allowance, but for a Rank 1 like Chu Qingkong, it is just a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, this wave of pretense without making any noise really attracts a lot of hatred.

If this were a normal company full of office workers, Chu Qingkong would have been beaten up by everyone and hung on the company wall as a warning to others, just to prevent the next show-off; but this is a system space, and the systems are composed of codes, and their thinking cannot be in the normal way of thinking.

Ordinary people would like people who light up various skill points, people who sing rock music well, people who play basketball handsomely, people who are proficient in several foreign languages... However, in the system world, all of the above skill points are not valid.

Systems only like one type of person—Rank 1 on the performance rankings.

So Chu Qingkong was not beaten.

Not only was he not beaten, but he also gained a group of admiring little fans.

The systems all rushed over: "Chubao Chubao! So impressive! Are you really always fully present?"

"You earn hundreds of thousands of points a month, yet you still manage to maintain a perfect attendance of 200 points! Is this the King of Rolls?!"

"Chubao, can I interview you sometime?"

This sentence is still normal.

"Wow, you're really Chuchu! Can you sign an autograph for me?! I grew up watching you do missions!!"

This sentence is not normal.

Chu Qingkong blinked his crystal clear eyes in shock: "?"

"It's true," the little system said shyly, not daring to look at him. A blush spread across her cheeks as she bashfully replied, "I've been out of the factory for a year now. I'm just one year old."

Chu Qingkong blinked, remembering that he had just started this mission a year ago, and his expression suddenly became unnatural. He began to think for a long time about how old he was this year...

The system's coding is set according to the factory order. In a sense, it is the first system, so this year should be as big as the system space. So how many hundreds of years old is it this year?

This is outrageous.

Chu Qingkong signed painfully, covered his face, and left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave a performance evaluation sheet showing that his performance was more than three times higher than others, showing off at the last second.

The system world is divided into complete areas. Outside the main hall, there are food areas, resort areas, and leisure areas, which comfort the hearts of working people. Every system can buy a small home of its own by accumulating points.

Chu Qingkong's home is a large flat located in a prime location, right next to the food court and across from a small garden, next to it is his favorite milk tea and coffee street.

He returned home, jumped onto the bed, wrapped himself in the soft quilt and closed his eyes.

Fall asleep quickly.

A system composed of code will not dream of having a whole bizarre story.

In his dream, the system space spread to infinity, and thousands of small worlds tended to be peaceful, reaching the final deep heat death.

…

But it seems that in this world, the less you want something, the more it will come to you. The next day, Chu Qingkong glanced at the time and was stunned.

He jumped up, ran all the way, at lightning speed, and jumped into the time and space tunnel.

Then he heard the mechanical voice, as calm as ever:

Hello, system A001. The current time is 9:30.

You are 30 minutes late.

Chu Qingkong: “…”

How could this be! His perfect attendance——

When the fish cries, the water knows; when the system sheds tears in the washing machine, no one knows.

Chu Qingkong was so sad that he was deformed, his eyes turned into the shape of "TT", and codes flew everywhere.

The mechanical voice comforted him: [Don't be sad, System A001. According to our records, this isn't the first time you've been late for the Third World.]

Chu Qingkong smiled with emotion: "Thank you, I'm not comforted at all."

The mechanical voice calmly stated the facts: [You weren't like this before. The first time you were late, you were still comfortable being an hour late.]

Chu Qingkong: “…”

Troublesome.

Feeling extremely depressed, he suddenly remembered a rule.

In the system world, the perfect attendance bonus is settled on a monthly basis. If you are late one day in a month, you can make up for the perfect attendance by getting 200 points on that day.

He pondered for a moment, his gaze cast dimly on the world he was about to visit.

[No. 3: Immortal Cultivation World]

To fleece the sheep.

…

The sky is clear and the weather is sunny.

The valley peaks and mountains are secluded. Before people arrive, they can hear the clear singing of birds, which form a continuous and pleasant natural melody.

“Chirp!”

“Chirp, chirp, chirp!”

The young man sat in the woods, his long white hair draped over one shoulder and the other, his long, glass-like golden eyes slightly lowered, and he was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, but his temperament was like a still, cold pond.

Birds were singing joyfully around him, but the moment he really saw him, it seemed as if all the birdsong around him had fallen silent. Snow swept across the mountain peaks, rustling and covering the trees, leaving only a white expanse of broken jade.

This is his host number three, Ming Fengque.

There is a whole golden phoenix pattern on his back, and he can grow the most dazzling and brilliant wings. He is the only descendant of the Phoenix clan in the world of cultivation today.

All birds flock to the phoenix, so even though he has a less friendly personality, the birds all love to stay around him.

Chu Qingkong took a look at the scene.

His three hosts have distinct personalities. The infinite flow host is world-weary and violent, the fantasy host is a beautiful woman who appears gentle but is actually ruthless in her murderous ways, and the cultivation host is a noble and aloof phoenix, naturally cold-blooded due to her demon bloodline.

A blue light fluctuated slightly in the clear sky. The next second, a new bird that looked almost identical to these birds flew out and circled around Mingfengque.

The young man stretched out his hand, and on his flawless white jade fingers, a little bird with slightly fluffy snow-white feathers was firmly perched.

The system bird was very happy and was about to speak when he suddenly found that the birds around him were looking up at him, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.

Chu Qingkong rolled his round, dark eyes.

When he was with Ming Fengque, he always liked to turn into a little phoenix.

However, Ming Fengque was naturally loved and respected by birds, and there were many small birds around him. Many of these birds had developed intelligence and were considered spiritual birds. Each one was very clever and intelligent. They all knew that Ming Fengque liked the color white, so they worked hard to make themselves white fluffy, then flew over gracefully, landed on the ground, and began to chirp.

I have white feathers, so my bird form is also white - how can I distinguish myself from them?

Ming Fengque just caught me and didn’t call my name yet. Did he really recognize me?

Chu Qingkong did think this was a question worth pondering. Of course, it wasn't that as a system bird, he had to bully other ordinary birds and compete with them, but he felt that the color of his crest was a bit ordinary, not very distinctive, and lacked personal style.

It also doesn't quite fit the identity he gave him as the third host.

He chirped twice, and his round, bean-like eyes, the color of black pearls, looked at the handsome boy opposite him.

Have a bad idea.

After a while, I will bow my head.

Ming Fengque took the little bird in his palm and raised it in front of him.

He stared at the bird, his voice as clear as ice and snow: "Chu Chu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The system bird was delighted: "Chirp! You really found me!"

Ming Fengque responded.

When Chu Qingkong wasn't paying attention, he glanced at the flock of birds on the ground with a cold and indifferent look in his eyes - how could an ordinary bird stand on the palm of his hand?

System Bird: "Chirp, chirp, host, take care."

Then the system bird in his palm turned in a circle.

The originally ordinary fiery red bird crown turned into a lush green, so dazzling, so eye-catching, and so green that it made people feel uneasy.

Ming Fengque took two seconds to react and realized that the bird in his palm had turned into a little green bird, and he had changed the green hat with his own hands.

Ming Fengque: “…”

Chu Qingkong: "Host, am I good-looking? Tweet, tweet, tweet?"

Ming Fengque felt a mixture of laughter and tears for a moment, then calmly stroked the little phoenix's crest. "It's pretty...very cute." He paused slightly, "But why did you change your color?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me."

"I'll always be the first to recognize you."

Chu Qingkong nodded with satisfaction.

Then the whole body turned green.

Now one thing can be confirmed - he really likes green, and it's not just for some strange reason.

Ming Fengque: “…”

He narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "But you... seemed to be a little late today, so I waited for a long time."

Chu Qingkong's fur stood up alertly and he tilted his head.

"It seems like today isn't the first time you've been late. Chuchu, I missed you so much."

Chu Qingkong: "..."QAQ

Oh, yes.

The first time he was late was his first meeting with Ming Fengque.

He started out as an optimistic and cheerful worker, occasionally wanting to slack off. While not quite so pessimistic as to despise work, he never took his work too seriously, knew how to balance work and rest, and had an excellent attitude.

If I check the time at work and realize I'm late, I can just stay a little longer without any pressure. His house happens to be next to a coffee shop, so I'll grab myself an iced Americano on my way to work and enjoy it while I explore the new world. Never let being late ruin your mood; maintain your own rhythm and engrave a refined attitude towards life into your code.

It dragged on for another hour, and at ten o'clock sharp, Meimei went to work.

Yet he is a system worker.

A little late.

...Why does the male lead look like he's about to die? !

In the deep night, the dark clouds that had just brought down fifty-five thunderbolts had not yet dispersed, and the sky was covered with a dark mass. The stars disappeared, and there was no light.

There is no human habitation within a radius of ten miles.

The intricate and complex formation, seemingly shattered by thunder, surrounded a pit several hundred inches deep. In its center lay a phoenix of indescribable beauty. Its entire body was a pure white, as dazzling as the full moon. Each feather of its tail shone with a cold silver light, a sacred beauty so beautiful it was almost blinding.

But on its back, there were shocking scars. It was obvious that it had been severely injured during the tribulation, leaving several deep scorch marks from the heavenly lightning. The wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and even a layer of transparent ice mist was frozen, which contrasted sharply with the intact tail feathers.

Phoenix closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was barely audible, and deep red blood gushed out from his body, filling the wind with a strong smell of blood.

Chu Qingkong slightly widened his eyes and urgently took a look at the host's background information - Ming Fengque, who had sealed demon blood. After failing to survive the tribulation, the seal was lifted on the spot, and he turned into the prototype of a snow-white phoenix under the thunder of the sky.

“…”

Damn, don't die!

He then checked the host's health and got a bright red "5%" number indicating that his life was in danger.

This phoenix was not only covered in wounds and about to die in the next second, but even more bizarrely, it was poisoned by more than a dozen strange poisons, many of which had become chronic illnesses due to its age. With so many diseases occurring at the same time, not even a god could save it.

Damn, there’s not much air left!

Host, I'm sorry for being late, but please don't scare me like that, woowawawa——

Chu Qingkong hurriedly bound: "Host, hello, I am system A001 - can you hear me?"

…

Fengque sank into a deep and painful state.

He seemed to have had a very long dream.

In the first part of the dream, he was picked up as an orphan, had no surname of his own, and grew up in the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation.

He is gifted and a proud son of heaven. He is hailed as the hope of the future of the first sect. He is also an extraordinary talent in practicing the ruthless way, and is truly the center of attention.

He never kills anyone, but only uses the sword in his hand to help those in need and do good deeds to save the world.

The future is bright and you can ride on the breeze and the bright moon and embrace the world in your arms.

But when the first bolt of thunder struck, illuminating the entire night, the dream instantly faded.

The seal on the demon race was lifted, and he revealed his phoenix form. The sect elders and peers who had been surrounding him, originally protecting him, couldn't help but cry out in surprise at this scene, shouting in confusion and immediately scattering.

It turns out that he is not worthy of being a genius of the human race.

——He is from the demon clan, a descendant of the ancient phoenix that was rumored to have been extinct, and the last one still alive.

Humans and demons have different paths.

Originally, when he was undergoing the tribulation, the heavens really did not tolerate the Phoenix. The thunderbolts from the sky were more than ten times more powerful than those of ordinary people, and each one came down with a fierce killing intent.

The defensive formation was broken quickly.

The thunder from the sky scorched the wings and pierced the wound, causing extreme pain.

Ordinary people would receive ten heavenly thunders, but he would receive fifty-five.

How could a tiny human being possibly contend against the murderous intent of Heaven?

He felt his vitality rapidly draining away, and only the strong desire to survive in his sea of ​​consciousness supported his last breath.

I wanted to escape as far as possible, but I was so exhausted that I couldn't even stand up.

Will I die here?

In the long and painful time, tinnitus bombarded his ears, his mind almost collapsed, and he didn't even know whether the thunder would end or not.

——Until he suddenly heard a nervous and concerned voice. The voice was urgent and fast, but the tone was as soft as freshly baked mung bean cake, clear and cool, not annoying at all.

"Hello, host. I am System A001. Can you hear me?"

"Dangdangdang, don't worry! Your golden finger is here!"

"Complete my mission, and you will become the strongest dragon Aotian, standing at the top of the world~"

"Hold on!! I'm here to save you!!"

Is this the last hallucination before death?

Phoenix no longer had the strength to react.

But then he heard more mechanical sounds, one after another, accompanied by the reduction of pain and the gradual healing of wounds.

【Confirm to purchase "Blood Qi Medicine" x5.】

[Confirm to purchase "Superior Panacea" x10.]

【Confirmed to purchase "Chalcedony Ganoderma" x10. 】

【Confirmed to purchase "Hundred Years Snow Ginseng" x20. 】

...are all priceless healing medicines.

…

Chu Qingkong didn't have time to introduce himself to the host in depth. He first opened the system's internal mall panel and gave him points, various healing medicines, and threw them at him as if they were free.

Hang on for dear life first.

-50 points.

-100 points.

-300 points...

Woohoo, his points!

Chu Qingkong was terrified when he saw the tips of the snow-white phoenix's wings tremble slightly, and the originally stiff coverts softened little by little.

Chu Qingkong: "Wuwuwuwu, host, host, are you feeling better?"

"Wake up, host!!" QAQ

Unfortunately, Phoenix was too seriously injured. No matter how hard he tried, Phoenix was always dying, with eyes closed and no signs of waking up.

Chu Qingkong: “…” Suffocating.

He worked hard for a long time and finally paid out 3,000 points. He finally saw that the injuries on Phoenix's body were recovering little by little. At first glance, it didn't look so shocking. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As a system that had just arrived in a new world, he picked up the little professional skills he had left and started the scanning program to check the surrounding environment.

Then he heard someone trying to kill his host.

In the dark, the disciples of the first sect gathered together.

A young man looked indignant, "Master! Fengque is definitely a demon. Humans and demons are on different paths. It's truly a waste of all the cultivation the sect has put in over the years!"

Someone said, "The Phoenix clan is an ancient mythical beast..."

"Divine beast?" The young man sneered. "Ever since the entire Phoenix clan ascended, the path to heaven has been cut off. No one in the cultivation world has ascended in thousands of years. Isn't it because the Phoenix clan, after ascending themselves, became greedy and wanted to block the path to ascension for the entire cultivation world?"

The man fell silent, and the person next to him showed a hint of approval.

The young man continued, "This son of the demon clan is guilty of crimes unforgivable! Master, while he is at his weakest after failing to overcome the tribulation, we should hunt him down and kill him immediately!"

The Taoist master had white hair and an immortal look. He stroked his long beard, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and then nodded slightly.

"Well, go ahead."

Chu Qingkong: “!”

The system exploded with anger, and the internal code became a mess.

Do you know how much I paid to save the host?

Stupid human! You actually want to kill my host under my protection! Dream on!

He reread the host's profile and realized this was part of the predetermined plot. So he returned to Feng Que, took a deep breath, and began to bang drums and gongs in his mind, trying to wake him up.

"Host, host, wake up!"

"Host! Let's run!"

"Host—wake up—"

After a while.

The phoenix moved slightly.

Chu Qingkong: "Ahhh! You finally woke up!"

He poured out his story like pouring beans.

Phoenix still seemed to be in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to speak. He lay on the pit without answering.

As a system, Chu Qingkong felt a pang of conscience when he thought about his lateness, which led to the current miserable situation.

If he had come earlier, perhaps the host wouldn't have to endure this stupid thunderbolt...

"Host, host, let's finalize the script." Chu Qingkong, feeling somewhat guilty, conceded freedom to his host for the first time. "What kind of system do you want?"

"The system of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, the system of useless people's counterattack, the system of the crooked-mouthed dragon king..."

"You can choose anything you want. The degree of freedom within our system is very high!"

Phoenix was silent for a moment.

The night was dark, a thunderstorm was about to come, and the fog was spreading.

Under Chu Qingkong's expectant eyes, he said coldly: "...I want a system that talks less."

Chu Qingkong: “?” QAQ