The Rotten System

When he heard the chief's speech, everyone in the tribe finally grew excited.

They looked at Qin Feng with reverence.

It went without saying that the strongest person in any tribe was its chief.

This tribe was no exception.

In fact, the chief was almost on the verge of reaching the Golden Immortal realm, but for some reason, he had been unable to break through.

Now, someone had appeared who was even stronger than the chief.

The chief had addressed that person as "Lord," so Qin Feng had to have already broken through to a realm above Golden Immortal.

He had overcome a bottleneck none of them had ever managed to pass.

If he could share his experience, wouldn't that allow many more of them to break through?

More importantly, Qin Feng had said earlier that they couldn't break through to a higher level because they hadn't found the right path.

Now that he had broken through, didn't that mean he had found it?

Qin Feng was thinking about this, too. He wondered how he should lead these people in improving their cultivation.

Heavenly treasures and the like were secondary. What mattered most were cultivation techniques.

But Qin Feng only had one technique that he cultivated himself. He didn't even have any low-level ones.

So he would have to figure something out, and the only place he could turn to was the system.

"System, is there any way to obtain a large number of cultivation techniques? They don't need to be too high-level. Golden Immortal, Grand Unity Golden Immortal, or Grand Unity Golden Immortal techniques would all work."

"If there are even higher-level ones, that would be best."

[To obtain a large number of cultivation techniques, you can set a special quiz topic.]

Qin Feng's eyes lit up. He didn't care what the questions were, as long as he had a chance to get them.

Surely, even if things went badly, he wouldn't get every single one of a hundred questions wrong.

As long as he could obtain one technique, the rest wouldn't be much of a problem.

"Then, does anyone object to me leading you from now on?"

Qin Feng looked at the crowd.

No one dared contradict him. Even the short-tempered old man, whose body was covered in muscle, was now watching him quietly without saying a word.

"In that case, you can carry on as before. There's no need to give me the position of chief."

"After some time, I'll come back and bring you cultivation techniques suited to us."

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he left without looking back. The chief wanted to say something, but he couldn't get the chance.

Qin Feng was too fast for him to catch up.

All the tribespeople could do was look at one another, keeping their hopes to themselves.

"You all saw what happened today. It concerns the survival of our tribe—and even the survival of the Human Race."

"You know what those demon beasts do to our fellow tribespeople. We must keep today's visit from Lord a secret."

"If other races find out, we may lose this one and only chance."

The chief spoke to them with a grave expression. They all nodded slightly.

They understood that perfectly well, even without the chief telling them.

"All right. Put today's events out of your minds for now and go back to cultivating."

After speaking, the chief returned to the secret chamber to continue his seclusion.

After all, he still wasn't in the best shape. The last time he practiced a different technique, he had suffered cultivation deviation.

The fact that nothing worse had happened was a blessing in disguise.

After leaving, Qin Feng didn't wander around any farther. Instead, he found an empty cave within the bounds of Buzhou Mountain.

He shut himself inside, preparing to start the quiz.

To obtain one of the techniques, he had to answer questions.

That was the flaw in this system.

Why were the systems he'd heard about always doing their utmost to help their hosts improve their strength?

His system not only refused to help him improve his strength, it also made him use his own efforts to obtain resources.

If he didn't answer questions, he couldn't get more resources. Of course, that didn't apply to other people answering questions.

On average, getting two out of ten questions right was already pretty good.

The odds of getting a valuable treasure were ridiculously low.

"System, I'd like to apply for a cultivation technique quiz."

[Please confirm whether you wish to take the quiz. You will be punished for wrong answers as well.]

"What kind of punishment?"

[First, the system will turn evil. Second, a random portion of the host's possessions will be deducted.]

Qin Feng's eyes widened at that.

He thought the system was beyond saving.

Taking things from those powerful figures was one thing, but now it wanted to take things from him, its own host.

"Then I choose the system turning evil."

Naturally, he picked the first option without hesitation.

The system had already turned evil as far as he was concerned, so making it even more evil would just make it harsher on other people.

If he could choose to torment others, why would he torment himself?

Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

So Qin Feng chose the first option and began the quiz.

But the first question left him dumbfounded.

[Question one. Under what circumstances did Pangu create the world?]

The question made Qin Feng so angry he wanted to curse.

How was he supposed to know?

If it had been about something from a later period, he might at least have known a little.

But how was he supposed to know what circumstances had led Pangu to create the world? The world hadn't even existed back then. There had only been Pangu.

Who knew why Pangu had created the world? Maybe he'd been lonely.

[Correct. Pangu was too lonely and found the world dull, so he created a new one.]

Qin Feng's mouth fell open as he listened to the system.

He never expected that a random guess would turn out to be right.

And as his reward, he would receive a cultivation technique.

He immediately broke into a grin.

"All right, system, hurry up and give me the technique. I'm leaving the quiz so I can go take care of my important business."

[Exit failed. The quiz has begun. Regardless of whether your answers are correct, you must answer at least three questions before you can leave.]

The system's voice immediately snuffed out Qin Feng's joy.

What kind of ridiculous rule was this? He had to answer at least three questions before he could leave. Was it linked to the three-question limit every day?

Even though Qin Feng was thinking that, he couldn't change the system's decision.

With no other choice, he had to accept the questions that came next.

All the while, he kept hoping the next ones would be easier.