Spring warms and thaws, ten thousand things begin.

The rolling green mountains at their feet are a bustling crowd stretching for ten miles. The calls and chants rise and fall, echoing amidst the simmering cacophony of voices.

"Bone age seventeen, wood thirty, gold seventy, next!"

Lin Du opened his eyes under the jostling of onlookers, a sudden jolt sending a shiver through him and causing his brows to furrow in discomfort.

"Hurry up! What's taking so long?"

"Speak softly, that man looks like he might be trouble."

"What's a sickly person doing here, causing trouble? Which sect would even dare to take him in? Get going, don't waste our time."

"Silence!" the monk maintaining order barked, his face grim.

The people in front fell silent quickly.

The diviner saw that people were hesitant to raise their hands and reminded them, "Place your hand on it and silently recite your birth date and eight characters."

A pale and slender hand fell onto the ground before him. The bones protruded, clearly visible, like jade veins. The cultivator was startled, raising his head to look at the owner of the hand.

He looked young, thin and small. He wore a worn-out olive-green robe, his hair casually tied up at the back of his head with strands of messy, yellowish hair falling over his forehead, seemingly due to malnutrition.

He was born with a pale and weary face, his eyebrows drooping and eyes distant. His demeanor was aloof and desolate, like withered winter branches covered in snow; one careless touch would shatter him to pieces, scattering into wisps of mist.

He's a sickly person, but a really handsome one. It's a shame.

The celestial stems and earthly branches of the Five Elements constantly turn, finally stopping at a certain angle. Then, Maga blossomed, and the person registering behind the counter suddenly widened their eyes.

"...Born in Xiaohan, Hui Shui wears frost, this is the innate full value of ice attributes, pure ice spirit."

A pure ice spirit, with a pure heart and unwavering resolve. An excellent candidate for cultivation.

The cultivators behind the counter were like they had seen a rare treasure. One of them shouted, "Thirteen years old, it's a full-fledged Bing Ling!"

The people behind erupted in a buzz. Today was the rare day of the Zhongzhou Sect Grand Selection, with three sects, six schools and ten factions of various sizes all gathered here, all to choose the new disciples for their respective sects.

Every person is born with a five element affiliation. Some have spiritual affinities that clash, making cultivation difficult. Others have spiritual affinities that aid each other, making it more beneficial to absorb spiritual energy. This singular item cultivates spirits rapidly, let alone the variant spirits of the time, whose blessings are immeasurable and rarely seen.

Although one's aptitude for cultivation, whether good or bad, can always create opportunities to walk the Path of Great Dao, talent is still a necessary condition for joining a powerful sect.

After all... such good aptitude, absorbing spiritual energy extremely quickly. Ordinary small sects and clans wouldn't dare take them in - afraid their own spiritual veins would be drained dry. Thus, talented individuals are born more often in large and powerful sects.

Who would have thought that this formerly sickly, thin bamboo pole could possess such talent?

The monk holding a pen quickly jotted down Lin Du's information, then handed him a wooden talisman and said, "Unlimited blessings, young friend. Please proceed to the plaza at the summit and await the sect's selection. Report according to the number on the talisman."

Lin Duo nodded and thanked him, but a pang of pain in his heart made the smile on his face bitter.

This kid, he's not just your average sickly weakling. He could croak any second, you know?

At the foot of the mountain, those with cultivation aptitude held wooden talismans and stepped forward. In an instant, they seemed to travel through space, arriving before a vast stone staircase.

Lin Du looked up at the summit, where clouds swirled around it, with a hint of wonder.

Is this the cultivation world? It's more interesting than I thought.

An irrelevant thought popped into my mind again.

How is the host doing? Have you thought it over? Remember, you only have one day left to live.

Lin Duo stepped onto the stone steps without changing his expression. "According to the routine of common cultivation novels, spiritual energy is what prolongs life, right?"

No oil or salt added.

The system was speechless. What kind of good host would be so uncooperative?

But is there a possibility, I mean, is there any chance, that you won't live to the day you begin your cultivation?

Lin Du walked very slowly. This child was really weak. Lin Daiyu looked healthier than him when compared to herself.

He is a blogger, and his daily private messages and live connections are filled with mental complaints.

Lin Du's parents were divorced, and he was uncared for from his teens. He continued this way until his 24th birthday, the year of his birth, when he saw through the illusions of the world.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, he simply went ashore and became a blogger. Because his style is sharp, worldly-wise, and every word pierces the heart, gaining popularity very quickly.

It's a pity that whether it's gentle persuasion or vicious insults, neither can save the large number of brainless people in the world.

Lin Du's hair was thinning day by day, his face growing increasingly haggard - he was driven to the brink of fury.

Finally, laid off, respect the mockery lock!

Who knew that after a night of live streaming, a sudden palpitation would lead him here.

Yes, Lin Du transmigrated. To be precise, he crossed into a book.

I transmigrated into a cultivation novel. This series gathers the top brains from all major cultivation worlds. As I journeyed up the mountain, I looked at the extra directory introduction that appeared in my mind.

The big brother, whose spirit bone was dug out by his beloved, the second senior sister who was pregnant and resurrected by her beloved after having her abdomen opened to extract the fetal medicine during the white moon, the little junior sister who was cruelly abandoned after being used to steal treasures from the sect by the demon lord, and the master...who silently paid for three thousand years and was ultimately sacrificed to heaven.

At last, he stopped.

The system eagerly awaited its host's response.

The host… The host covered their heart, took a breath, and then collapsed from exhaustion.

System: ... 6

Lin Du flipped to the end, "This is all he? You guys from the cultivation world are not busy cultivating what are you thinking about? Wang Baochun would even say, give my wild vegetables to you."

It is because these misinterpretations were taken as genuine connections, disrupting the life decrees of cultivators in the cultivation world, that the rules were established. That's why the host was pulled in.

"What's it to you?" Lin Du lazily raised his eyelids, giving a dismissive glance with a hint of mockery. "Respect, ridicule, lock up, thank you."

But host, don't you think you're about to die?

Lin Du covered his extremely uncomfortable heart, "It seems like it is."

Because your beloved only has one day to live. You died of a heart attack from being angered in the real world. Host, you can't go back even if you want to.

For every brain you save, severing their obsession, the system will reward you with corresponding elixirs based on the brain's level. This allows your host to continue living!

Moreover, darling, your innate deficiencies require extremely rare heaven and earth treasures. Ordinary sects certainly can't afford them~ If darling wants to use cultivation for longevity, have you considered that it might also hinder your cultivation?

Lin Du remained silent, his mind empty. There wasn't even a single thought. The system waited anxiously for its host's response.

Qingshan, a youth of considerable age, sat sprawled upon the cold stone steps. His face had turned purple due to a lack of oxygen. A handsome and strikingly beautiful visage bore the pallor of sorrow, and his hair fell loosely around his forehead as he leaned against the railing. Because of his young age, his features were oddly ambiguous, blurring the line between male and female.

More and more people passed by this strange, weak old man. People looked at him in despair, but they didn't care, even seemed to enjoy it.

"Du Shao, Qingqing, listen to me. My spiritual aptitude is probably only accepted by small sects, but your spiritual aptitude is so good, I'm afraid you can enter a major sect. We are already engaged, and we will definitely live together in the future. How can we be separated..."

A man spoke very quickly, ascending the stairs while looking at the child beside him.

"I don't want to be separated from you, but how can I decide who this school accepts?"

The child's voice was filled with embarrassment.

The man grasped her hand tightly, his voice pleading, "Come with me to the small sect, please. I truly don't want to be separated from you. After we both build our foundations together, I'll make a Dao union with you."

Zi was startled, then her face twisted in conflict. "But... let me think about it."

"My dear... I truly want to stay with you forever. Besides, how could I possibly leave you alone in such a large sect?"

The two people were speaking intently and didn't notice the young man in green leaning against the roadside.

Lin Du suddenly spoke, "Okay."

What does the host mean?

Lin Du tilted his head slightly, his eyes following the man climbing the stairs with a pained expression. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile that was neither genuine nor false. "Professional matching, guaranteed satisfaction."