1: Chapter 1: My Daoist Partner Breaks Up at the Start, and I Awaken My Intelligence System

"Chang Sheng, let's break up. We're not suitable for each other."

The gentle voice carried a resolute tone.

*Clang!*

Xu Changsheng's spirit hoe froze in his hand, striking the ground that was as hard as metal.

He raised his sweat-drenched, dark-skinned Face.

"Jinger, stop joking. How long have we known each other?"

Su Xiaojing smoothed her dark hair, her expression cold. "Xu Changsheng, I'm serious. From now on, we sever all ties. There will be no more connection between us."

Upon hearing this,

Xu Changsheng's eyelids trembled slightly. Looking at Su Xiaojing's serious Face, he realized she truly intended to dump him.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

In truth, he wasn't the original Xu Changsheng, but a university student from Blue Planet with the same name. A month ago, by sheer luck, his Soul transmigrated into the body of Xu Changsheng, who had worked himself to death on the spirit fields.

The original owner and Su Xiaojing were childhood sweethearts, growing up together and seeking the path of immortality side by side.

During the Chixiao Sect's Spiritual Root test, both only had Low Grade Spiritual Roots and failed to be selected as Disciples. Unwilling to give up, Su Xiaojing stayed at the Chixiao Sect as a Utility Disciple. The original owner came to Liuyun Market, rented a few acres of spirit fields, and earned Spirit Stones to support Su Xiaojing's cultivation.

After learning the original owner's memories, Xu Changsheng was immediately disgusted. However, for the sake of Su Xiaojing's imminent promotion to Outer Sect Disciple of the Chixiao Sect, he reluctantly maintained the persona of a 'simp'.

After all, having a Sect Disciple as a backer and wife would make the path of immortality much smoother than starting from scratch by himself.

"Why?"

Having absorbed the original owner's memories, Xu Changsheng's emotions were somewhat agitated.

"Didn't we agree? I would support you until you became an Outer Sect Disciple, and then you would help me enter the Sect?"

Su Xiaojing's beautiful eyes swept over Xu Changsheng's rough, bark-like Face, then turned away, filled with undisguised, icy disdain.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?"

she said.

"I am now an Outer Sect Disciple of the Chixiao Sect. Help you? Are you, a low-level Cultivator like you, even worthy?"

Hearing this,

fire surged in Xu Changsheng's chest. The original owner was a simp, but he was not.

"Fine, Su Xiaojing. Should we revisit how you looked back then?"

"Talking about how joining the Sect was your lifelong dream, begging in front of me like a dog, almost kneeling down."

Su Xiaojing's eyebrows twitched slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of pity.

"That was then, this is now."

However, inwardly, she felt a flicker of surprise and doubt. The old Xu Changsheng would only fawn over her, satisfy her, never dared to say no to her, let alone scold her like he was doing now.

"Heh."

Xu Changsheng laughed.

It was a laugh of anger.

He recalled how the original owner would sleep holding Su Xiaojing's portrait every night, giving her all the income from the spirit fields without reservation, ultimately exhausting his Qi and working himself to death on the fields.

He shook his head inwardly. "This is the beloved you helped for a full five years, exhausting your heart and Soul, giving everything... only to raise such an ungrateful wretch!"

His laughter grew louder, echoing across the vast spirit fields.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Without my support these past few years, you'd still be a Utility Disciple at the foot of Chixiao Sect's mountain. What right do you have to act so high and mighty here!"

Xu Changsheng nearly roared the question.

Su Xiaojing's Face turned completely icy.

"I only look at the facts now."

"The fact is, with your current Qi Refining Level 2 cultivation and Low Grade Spiritual Root, wanting to enter the Sect is nothing but a fool's dream."

*Clatter!*

Xu Changsheng threw the spirit hoe aside, his index finger trembling as he glared at Su Xiaojing.

"You also have a Low Grade Spiritual Root. Who are you looking down on?"

"We can break up. Return all the Spirit Stones I funded you with before. Then, we'll be even."

Looking at the index finger almost pointing at her nose, a crack slowly appeared on Su Xiaojing's calm facade.

"Return the money? What money? You gave it to me willingly."

"You!"

Xu Changsheng could no longer suppress the fury in his chest. He clenched his fist, pushed off with his leg, and was about to throw a punch at the ugly Face before him.

At that moment,

a feeling of restraint came from his wrist; his heavy punch could advance no further.

Without him noticing,

a Young Master dressed in luxurious brocade robes stood before him. Holding a water-ink folding fan in his left hand, he effortlessly locked Xu Changsheng's right hand with his right.

"Fellow Daoist, a gentleman uses words, not fists. What kind of man hits a woman?"

With a forceful push, he shoved Xu Changsheng back half a *zhang*.

Seeing this person,

Su Xiaojing's Face lit up with joy. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his, her eyes soft as water, her voice sweet. "Senior Brother Chen, you're here."

"Hmph, I told you, you didn't need to see him again."

Seeing this scene, Xu Changsheng didn't need to think to know this Senior Brother Chen was Su Xiaojing's new lover.

His expression darkened. "Return the Spirit Stones you owe me!"

Senior Brother Chen gave a soft, sinister smile. "Don't be hasty, Fellow Daoist. Since you keep saying Jinger owes you Spirit Stones, let me ask you: do you have an IOU?"

Xu Changsheng's angry expression froze.

An IOU?

The original owner would have gladly saved his own Fasting Pills for Su Xiaojing; how could he possibly have left an IOU?

His Face darkened, shifting between emotions.

*Snap!*

Senior Brother Chen closed his fan. "Since Fellow Daoist cannot produce an IOU, then of course it doesn't count. Right, Jinger?"

Su Xiaojing chimed in, "Senior Brother, you're absolutely right!"

"Haha, I merely spoke a few words of fairness." A smile flickered across his sinister Face.

Xu Changsheng clenched his fists tightly, a few drops of blood dripping from between his fingers.

"By the way, Jinger, when will you give me the spot for the Ancient Wood Secret Realm?" Senior Brother Chen suddenly asked.

"Anytime. I've already obtained Fellow Daoist Xu's secret key."

Su Xiaojing pulled an ancient bronze key from her sleeve, holding it up triumphantly.

"When?"

Seeing this,

Xu Changsheng was first stunned, then filled with panic.

In the original body's memories, the location of the Ancient Wood Secret Realm Key was a secret known only to the original owner. He hadn't revealed even a hint of it to Su Xiaojing.

"Give it back! That's mine!"

Gritting his teeth, Xu Changsheng lunged forward.

*Thud!*

Senior Brother Chen lightly waved his fan. Countless gusts of wind andgravel rose from the ground, striking Xu Changsheng and sending him flying ten *zhang* away.

"Halt! Fighting is forbidden within the market!"

Three guards wearing standardized leather armor happened to be patrolling the area. Two stepped forward and roughly pinned Xu Changsheng to the ground.

The remaining guard also served as the steward for this section of spirit fields. His name was Huang Laifu.

He walked over to Senior Brother Chen, rubbing his hands together.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I hope I'm not too late!"

"Just in time. As for how to punish him, you guards should know the procedure."

"Understood, understood."

"Good."

Senior Brother Chen patted his Storage Pouch, summoning an exquisite Mechanical Carriage.

"Ah!"

He swept Su Xiaojing into his arms with both hands and stepped into the carriage.

Su Xiaojing's eyes were hazy, her gaze soft. "Please... please be gentle with Jinger."

"Haha!"

The carriage started, taking away all of Xu Changsheng's hopes.

The steward turned back.

"Xu Changsheng, what are you still looking at! To think you'd dare to offend Fellow Daoist Chen. You deserve a lesson!"

Having said that,

he ordered the two guards on either side to take out whips and lash them heavily onto Xu Changsheng's back...

...

The setting sun cast a molten gold light; the spirit soil cracked.

The punishment had ended. Xu Changsheng lay in the mud, covered in blood, like a dead dog.

Suddenly,

a light screen appeared before his eyes.

[Today's Intelligence (Gold): One Proof Eternal Proof]

[You have awakened the Body of Proven Dao. Every time you Cultivate, every time you practice, you will definitely gain results. Whether it's Cultivation Techniques, Spells, or skills, as long as you have practiced them, they will improve, never lost, until they reach Perfection.]