Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes and saw everything covered in snow. Snowflakes were falling. Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at everything in front of him, his brain still in standby mode.
Then, without taking the time to appreciate the snowy scene he had never seen before, he glanced downwards and immediately let out a sharp explosion: "Ahhhhh! Cough cough cough...Ah!"
A sudden gust of cold air rushed into Fan Zhiyi's throat, choking him so much that tears came out. He could only shiver and curl up into a ball, not daring to move.
Damn, he just stayed up late to read a novel, what on earth is going on now?
Looking at the overall situation, Fan Zhiyi was located on a thin, pointed hilltop, barely big enough for one person, and surrounded by cliffs. In other words, if Fan Zhiyi leaned even slightly while sitting improperly, he would be blown off the bottomless cliff by the strong wind.
Who was this unlucky person who put him here?
Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes, not daring to look again. He never knew he was afraid of heights: "Help, help!"
"Ahhhhhh..." He was only responded with heavy noises.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
"Connection successful." The sound of a computer starting up suddenly rang in my mind, followed by an electronic voice, "Hello, host."
"You... who are you? How can you talk in my head?" Fan Zhiyi babbled, "Wait, judging by this, did I die suddenly from staying up late and travel through time?"
Baibai: "...Host, you..." have lost your memory?
"You, you, you, which unit's system are you from?" According to Fan Zhiyi's many years of online reading, eight out of ten systems are flawed, and two are abnormal. Fan Zhiyi is really worried that he has been inexplicably separated into an outrageous world. "Is it my body or my soul? Is it a book or something else?"
As a system, Baibai has no human emotions and is a truly ruthless work machine in the true sense of the word. Now it thinks it is a good thing that Fan Zhiyi has lost that troublesome memory and can concentrate on completing their tasks.
"Hello, host. I am your exclusive system, codenamed Baibai." Baibai introduced professionally, "You have transmigrated into a novel about immortality, horror, and the supernatural. Your mission is to bring warmth to the protagonist and help him cultivate a spirit of selfless dedication to the world's morality. If you succeed in this mission, you will have the opportunity to be reborn. Oh, and the protagonist has a white moonlight. The host can use this to help complete the mission as soon as possible."
"Rebirth? So I am really dead!" Fan Zhiyi felt sorry for the unused money in his card. If he had known earlier, he should have topped up the money for the novel last night and he wouldn't have to look for resources everywhere.
Damn it, for the sake of his money, he must work hard to complete the task, but... this task has a strange sense of familiarity.
Fan Zhiyi prefers horror novels, but he has no taboos and will read anything as long as it's good.
So when he got tired of reading horror novels, he also went to find a few of the ones on the list, including some of the book-traveling ones. Generally, in novels with this kind of opening, the male protagonist must have had an extremely tragic childhood, an extremely high talent for cultivating immortals, and after experiencing a series of setbacks and changes, he turned evil and needed a book-traveling person to save him, and there was a certain probability... that the two of them would get together.
Fan Zhiyi was a little scared: "Excuse me, sir, what channel are we on?"
"...There is no CP in the male channel."
This calculation is very subtle.
Fan Zhiyi had to be on guard: "What I'm wearing is my identity..."
"Generally speaking, except for specific characters, identities are randomly assigned by the system to be close to the mission target. However, for the purpose of experimental verification and the particularity of this world, the main control room tried to let the main system generate an identity that does not exist in the original novel and distributed it to the host, trying to test the degree of control over this world." Bai Bai explained to Fan Zhiyi in an orderly manner.
"So you're saying this world, or this novel, has the potential to spiral out of control. Why? Is it because the author has altered the plot or setting?"
"In the world of immortal cultivation, cultivating immortals is inherently against the will of heaven. Going against the will of heaven, that is, ourselves, is always more difficult to control."
Fan Zhiyi felt that what the system said made some sense, but not completely. Never mind, he was going to die anyway. If he could complete the task, he would live, and if he couldn't, he would die. He just cared about his little money.
A gust of wind blew over, and Fan Zhiyi sneezed loudly again. He rubbed his nose and tried his best to reduce the area exposed to the wind.
Seeing this, Bai Bai kindly reminded, "If the host is feeling cold, according to the ways of this world, you can try to mobilize the spiritual energy within your body. The identity we've assigned to the host is a cold, mysterious, and powerful cultivator. He's been in seclusion and recently emerged, having been invited to Tianyun Sect. This mountain is the shelter Tianyun Sect has prepared for the host, and this is where this identity often practices."
Although he had read numerous novels about cultivating immortals, Fan Zhiyi himself had never cultivated an immortal. His mind was completely blank: "How should I mobilize my spiritual power? Gather the energy in my dantian?"
"For the convenience of the host, and also as compensation, we have modified the data of this identity. The way the host mobilizes spiritual power is called 'a thought'. I will guide the host in the actual operation later. The current cultivation level assigned to the host by the main control room is... Wait! How can it be so high?" The electronic sound in his mind, which was always calm, suddenly became louder, catching Fan Zhiyi off guard and causing his head to buzz.
"What, what happened?"
Bai Bai did not answer. Suddenly, a lot of garbled codes emerged in Fan Zhiyi's mind. The alarm sounded wildly, irritating his scalp so much that it numbed and caused him unbearable pain.
This lasted for about a minute. The electronic sound rustled, and the white voice was vaguely buried behind the electronic sound. It was barely audible: "Host, it has been detected... that there has been an error in the time travel. The time and repair... do not match. We will now restart..."
All the sounds were forced to disappear in an instant, and Fan Zhiyi felt that this seemed familiar.
He tried calling out, "System, system, Bai Bai? You can't leave me here alone. Who is the protagonist? Have I read this book? What's the plot? How long will it take for you to show up?"
Fan Zhiyi was speechless, helpless, and had no idea what to do.
He propped up his head and sniffed, shivering in the cold wind. Forget it, let's leave here first.
The system is really unreliable, Fan Zhiyi complained in his mind as he tried to stand up, but then found that his feet were numb.
He glanced down the mountain and immediately looked away.
Oh my god, why is it so high? Do the hermits like to meditate in such high places because they have something on their mind?
Fan Zhiyi took great pains to finally stand up from such a small space. He hugged his arms and rubbed them, trying to warm himself up.
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