System Startup

Deep in the night, within the mortuary of Prosperity Township, Qiusheng, the eldest disciple of the mortuary's master, Uncle Nine, lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Three days. I've inexplicably transmigrated into this world for three days now. Why hasn't my golden finger appeared yet? It's a real headache."

The reason Qiusheng couldn't sleep wasn't because he was hungry, but because he had been waiting for a miracle to occur.

However, this miracle had appeared once three days ago, and there had been no word since.

Three days ago, Han Qiusheng, a loser youth from the new century, had been playing games and singing songs when, for some unknown reason, he suddenly and inexplicably transmigrated.

To make matters worse, he had landed in the world of Mr. Vampire, a place where zombies ran rampant. This left Qiusheng, who possessed no professional knowledge in this field from his past life, feeling incredibly awkward.

If he were to accidentally kick the bucket, wouldn't that be a massive loss?

He had been a virgin in his past life; he couldn't possibly transmigrate here and donate his life to those zombies before even losing his virginity.

As he was lost in these thoughts, Qiusheng, lying on his bed, suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"Ding, Exorcism-to-Strengthen System successfully activated."

"Ding, host account successfully bound. You may claim one Newcomer Gift Pack. Please check it as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, I finally waited for you!"

Hearing the notification in his ears, Qiusheng scrambled up from his bed and shouted.

"What are you yelling about? What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping? Are you planning to slack off on your training tomorrow?"

Before Qiusheng could enjoy his excitement for long, a loud roar came from the inner room of the mortuary—it was Uncle Nine, furious.

Seeing his most solid backer in this world enraged, Qiusheng dared not be reckless any longer. He immediately suppressed his excitement and lay back down to study his system.

"System!"

Following Qiusheng's silent command, an interface instantly appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the familiar interface, Qiusheng rubbed his eyes.

Damn, no wonder he felt the system's name was familiar when he first heard it. This was the very same portable system from the last ghost-catching upgrade game he had played in his past life.

Feeling a wave of familiarity, Qiusheng habitually opened the character attribute list on the system interface.

This was the core of the system; in fact, it was the only useful part of the entire thing.

"Character: Qiusheng (Inner disciple of the Maoshan Sect).

Cultivation: Occultist (Early-stage peak).

Exorcism Points: 0.

Daoist Arts: Talisman Crafting (Beginner), Shangqing Dongxuan Record (Entry-level), Maoshan Basic Martial Arts (Beginner).

Lifespan: 60."

Looking at this incredibly simple attribute list, the corners of Qiusheng's mouth twitched. As expected, it had the same personality as the game he played in his past life: extremely simple and crude.

"Open Newcomer Gift Pack!"

After reviewing his attributes, Qiusheng immediately opened his Newcomer Gift Pack.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining 50 Exorcism Points."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining an entry-level Thunder Technique inheritance."

Two system notifications rang out, and Qiusheng immediately saw a series of changes on his attribute list.

First, his Exorcism Points went from 0 to 50, and second, a new entry had been added to his Daoist Arts: Palm Thunder (Entry-level).

That's right, the entry-level Thunder Technique inheritance was Palm Thunder.

Seeing Palm Thunder appear in his Daoist Arts, Qiusheng's mouth nearly stretched from ear to ear.

One had to know that the system's Thunder Technique inheritance contained nine types of entry-level thunder arts.

Among them, Palm Thunder was the simplest to execute and the most fierce in power.

He hadn't expected to get lucky and draw it directly. He was truly overjoyed.

After being excited for a while, the ecstatic Qiusheng suppressed his emotions and began to ponder how to use the fifty Exorcism Points he had just acquired.

After thinking for a moment, Qiusheng cast his gaze upon his cultivation attribute.

Qiusheng understood the system's cultivation levels very clearly.

It was based on the cultivation realms of the Daoist sects, ranging from low to high: Occultist, Occult Master, Human Master, Earth Master, and Heavenly Master.

Qiusheng was currently only at the peak of the early-stage Occultist realm, not even having reached the mid-stage.

Once his cultivation broke through to the mid-stage of the Occultist realm, a faint trace of mana would be generated within his body. Only then could he be considered to have truly stepped through the gates of cultivation.

Looking at the attribute list before him, Qiusheng did not hesitate to invest all fifty Exorcism Points into his cultivation attribute.

Instantly, his cultivation, which had been at the peak of the early-stage Occultist realm, rose to the early level of the mid-stage Occultist realm.

With this change, his Exorcism Points were reduced to 10.

However, his reward was that a very faint, yet truly existing, trace of mana began to circulate within his body.

"Nice."

With a low cry in his heart, Qiusheng poured all his remaining Exorcism Points into the martial arts category of his Daoist techniques.

Following this, his Maoshan Basic Martial Arts leveled up to Intermediate.

However, this change didn't give Qiusheng any substantial feeling; he figured he would have to wait until he practiced his martial arts tomorrow to feel the difference in detail.

Once Qiusheng finished all of this, a wave of intense drowsiness washed over him, and before he knew it, he had drifted off into a dream.

In his dream, Qiusheng relied on the system he had awakened to punch zombies, stomp on evil spirits, marry Ren Tingting, and reach the pinnacle of his life!

But just at that moment, he was jolted awake by someone.

Feeling a sharp pain in his thigh, Qiusheng immediately stopped caring about how charmingly Ren Tingting was trying to make him stay in his dream and snapped his eyes open.

"Hmm? Master, you're up so early?"

Opening his eyes, Qiusheng saw his master, Uncle Nine, standing in front of his bed dressed in a short-sleeved training outfit, and he immediately said with a chuckle.

"Hmph, early? Look at the time! The sun is almost scorching your backside and you're still sleeping. Why did I ever take on such a lazy apprentice?"

Uncle Nine looked at the still-sleepy Qiusheng, his anger flaring up. He didn't know what kind of bad karma he had accumulated in his past life to end up with two apprentices, both of whom were so unpromising—it was enough to make him die of rage.

Especially this Qiusheng; the brat was the most infuriating of them all. He clearly possessed exceptional talent for cultivation, yet he was lazy and unwilling to put in the hard work.

Otherwise, with this kid's talent and his own careful guidance, he would have absolutely been able to inherit his mantle and finish his apprenticeship within seven or eight years.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Watching Qiusheng still dawdling on the bed, Uncle Nine barked, "Get up and wash your face! We have business today, we're heading out!"