What Year Is It to Still Be a Simp

"Lin Changkong, give me the Hundred Spirits Grass you picked on the mountain. My Brother Qingyun needs this Hundred Spirits Grass for the Outer Sect qualification match."

Lin Changkong stared at the girl standing in front of him, hand outstretched, a cold expression on her face, and an air of righteous indignation. He was utterly bewildered.

A flood of chaotic memories surged into his mind.

"The cultivation world, the Heavenly Fire Sect... This kind of good fortune, transmigration, actually happened to me?"

His previous self was an orphan, with no parents. He had a childhood sweetheart named Su Qingqing, who was the very person standing before him now.

According to the memories, his past self had liked Su Qingqing since childhood. They were considered childhood sweethearts, and Su Qingqing had even confessed her feelings for him before.

However, after being accepted into the Heavenly Fire Sect, Su Qingqing immediately turned her affections to someone else. What's more, she had exploited his past self's feelings for her and completely manipulated him.

For instance, the medicinal pills distributed monthly were all taken by Su Qingqing and then given to her new lover.

Another example was that she always dragged his past self along on missions, pushing him to the front whenever danger arose, to act as cannon fodder.

"Lin Changkong, I did promise to be with you once, but you can't stop me from pursuing someone better, can you?"

"If you love me, don't think about being with me. Instead, transform that love into unspoken protection for me and my Brother Qingyun."

"Even when I'm sick, you have to clear the path for my Brother Qingyun. If you die, you'll only lose one life, but my Brother Qingyun will lose his bright future."

Countless incidents like these occurred.

A few days ago, his past self discovered a Hundred Spirits Grass on a cliff. He risked his life to pick it, but ended up falling off the cliff and nearly dying.

Today, Lin Changkong had taken over his body. The fate of the original owner was self-evident.

During all this, Su Qingqing hadn't visited or shown any concern. Now, she was here, hand outstretched, demanding the Hundred Spirits Grass for her beau.

Lin Changkong frowned. His past self's simping spirit was so profound that even a notorious player like Fei Yangyang would call him his ancestor.

However, he was not his past self. In this day and age, who still acted like a simp?

[Name: Lin Changkong]
[Realm: Body Refining Second Level]
[Cultivation Technique: Vajra Body Refining Technique (Tier 2, Beginner)]
[Martial Art: Eight Extremes Collapse Fist (Tier 1, Beginner)]
[Activate System to receive ten years of cultivation daily. Activate now?]

A slightly ethereal panel suddenly appeared in his mind. Lin Changkong wasn't surprised. Before his transmigration, he was a failed web novel writer. Of course, he knew that a system was standard equipment for transmigrators.

In a very short time, he figured out the system's function: it granted ten years of cultivation daily.

"Activate!"

Without hesitation, he activated it immediately.

[Activation successful. Host has received ten years of cultivation.] [Year 1: You diligently practiced the Vajra Body Refining Technique, but due to your extremely poor talent, progress was as slow as a snail.] [Year 2: You diligently practiced day and night without rest, reaching Body Refining Third Level. The Eight Extremes Collapse Fist showed slight improvement.] [Year 3: ...] [Year 10: After ten years of arduous cultivation, you finally broke through the bottleneck. The Vajra Body Refining Technique reached Great Accomplishment, the Eight Extremes Collapse Fist reached Great Accomplishment, and you became a small fry at Body Refining Fifth Level.]

As the cultivation flowed into his body, Lin Changkong immediately felt his physical fitness and strength increasing at an explosive rate.

His cultivation instantly rose from Body Refining Second Level to Body Refining Fifth Level, and the Eight Extremes Collapse Fist also reached the Great Accomplishment stage.

Su Qingqing, standing before him, was only at Body Refining Fifth Level, and her martial arts attainments could never reach the perfect stage.

This rate of improvement was practically a BUG!

Even if this body's innate talent was truly poor, ten years of cultivation per day could raise a pig to greatness.

"Lin Changkong, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me? Let me tell you, tomorrow is the Outer Sect qualification match. My Brother Qingyun needs this Hundred Spirits Grass to increase his power. You said you liked me, didn't you? If you like me, you should think for me. You're unwilling to give even one Hundred Spirits Grass. How can you be so selfish?"

Su Qingqing glared at him, her righteous indignation palpable.

The so-called Outer Sect qualification match was a competition held by the Heavenly Fire Sect to select disciples qualified to enter the Outer Sect from among the handyman disciples.

Every handyman disciple could participate in the qualification match. If they won, they could proceed to the promotion match. Only those who ranked in the top ten of the promotion match could truly become Outer Sect disciples.

Tomorrow was the day of the qualification match, and the day after was the promotion match.

Although everyone could participate in the qualification match, in reality, those who could contend for the final ten spots were generally cultivators at Body Refining Seventh Level or above.

Su Qingqing's beau, Zhang Qingyun, was at Body Refining Seventh Level and was one of the seeded contestants to become an Outer Sect disciple this time.

"Lin Changkong, are you deaf!"

Seeing Lin Changkong's prolonged silence, Su Qingqing grew even angrier and started yelling.

"You need to understand, with your talent, you'll only ever be stuck in the Body Refining realm for your entire life. But my Brother Qingyun is different; he has talent. As long as he enters the Outer Sect, he has a chance to become a master in the Qi Gathering Realm. If you truly like me, give the Hundred Spirits Grass to my Brother Qingyun, instead of selfishly keeping it for yourself, you waste."

I'm telling you this now out of the affection we once shared. If you still don't know what's good for you, I won't speak to you again.

Can you afford that consequence?"

Su Qingqing's face was full of righteous indignation, her anger laced with a strong sense of superiority.

From her understanding of Lin Changkong, she knew that even if he was reluctant to part with the Hundred Spirits Grass, he would definitely back down if she said she would ignore him from now on.

Lin Changkong rubbed his temples and looked at Su Qingqing, saying, "Come here, I'll show you a treasure."

Su Qingqing was overjoyed. Lin Changkong had very low talent among the handyman disciples and no background. He couldn't possibly have any other treasures besides the Hundred Spirits Grass.

Clearly, he was still going to give her the Hundred Spirits Grass.

Su Qingqing snorted coldly and walked up to Lin Changkong, arrogantly extending her hand in front of him.

"That's more like it. Hurry up and give me the Hundred Spirits Grass. My Brother Qingyun is waiting for me."

Lin Changkong chuckled.

"Give it to you?"

"I'll give you a big slap!"

"Slap!"

Lin Changkong raised his hand and slapped Su Qingqing across the face. The force spun her around, and she fell to the ground face-first.

Su Qingqing screamed, clutching her face as she looked back at Lin Changkong, her expression one of utter disbelief.

"Lin Changkong, are you crazy!"

Lin Changkong clapped his hands and chuckled, "What do you think you are? You think you can just tell me what to do? Do you think you're so beautiful, or so outstanding?

So what if you found Zhang Qingyun as your lover? You're still a worn-out shoe that I discarded, and he just picked you up and put you on again.

Where do you get off acting so superior, you lowly sow!"