After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"That's wonderful!"

Xie Xingran's eyes lit up instantly, staring at the pale blue light screen in front of him, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He no longer had time to ponder the rare treasures in the mall, and turned to run wildly toward the Saintess's Residence, his clothes billowing in the wind, drawing a sharp arc under the corridor.

The Saintess's Abode was elegant and serene, shaded by green bamboo. Maids and guards were each performing their duties. Seeing him return in a hurry, they were about to step forward to pay their respects, but Xie Xingran waved his hand and sternly waved them away: "Get out! Without my order, no one is allowed to approach the door!"

The urgency and coldness in his tone silenced everyone, who quickly bowed and retreated, gently closing the vermilion gate outside the courtyard.

After confirming that no one else was around, Xie Xingran locked the door behind her, leaned against the door and took a heavy breath, but the excitement in her eyes did not diminish at all.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the pale blue system screen reappeared. This time, he calmed down and carefully examined the all-encompassing mall.

The categories on the light screen were intricate and detailed, ranging from mundane objects to supreme treasures for cultivating immortality. Everything from a small stapler to an aircraft carrier capable of overturning oceans, even legendary, incredibly powerful top-tier blood-sucking techniques and ancient divine blood capable of rewriting one's bloodline, were included.

Xie Xingran was increasingly alarmed as he looked at the system store, feeling that there was nothing the system store couldn't do, only things he hadn't thought of.

After a moment of exploration, he figured out the operation logic of the mall, lightly tapped the search bar on the screen, and typed out the word "poison" stroke by stroke.

As soon as the words were written, the light screen refreshed instantly, displaying a dense array of poisons, from nerve-numbing toxin-paralyzing poisons to bone-corroding and soul-devouring poisons—the variety was astonishing.

The system's voice, tinged with doubt, echoed in his mind: "Host, why are you buying poison? Are you planning to poison the chosen one, Jiang Huaijin?"

In its inherent program, the methods used by cannon fodder villains against the chosen one are nothing more than these routines.

Xie Xingran nodded without looking up, her fingertips slowly tracing across the light screen, her tone flat: "Yes."

Seeing this, the system didn't ask any further questions. As a cannon fodder villain, wasn't poisoning the chosen one a standard operation?

Whether it's poisoning or administering medication, it's often a key element in driving the plot forward.

Either they bring about an unexpected intimacy between the chosen one and his confidante, or they use this as an opportunity to unlock new levels of challenges; these are all very common tropes.

Upon hearing this, the system immediately retrieved past records, and the virtual data stream spun rapidly beside the light screen.

As it flipped through clips of Xie Xingran and Jiang Huaijin's interactions over the years, its tone grew increasingly perplexed:

"But host, the one who is most suitable for the identity of the Chosen One is indeed Jiang Huaijin, but his cultivation is still shallow and he is far from reaching the threshold to unlock the next dungeon."

"Besides, he's perfectly secluded. He has neither a pretty junior sister to accompany him nor any female confidantes by his side, so there's no need for him to use drugs!"

From the system's perspective, Xie Xingran was too impatient, eager to complete the villain mission and gain villain points, which caused him to lose his composure.

It quickly spoke up to remind him, its tone tinged with admonition: "Host, don't rush. There's no need to poison Jiang Huaijin now. It's better to wait until his cultivation is higher and he has a confidante by his side before making your move. That way, you can more accurately advance the plot..."

The system's voice abruptly stopped, and the data flow instantly halted, leaving only a fearful silence.

It watched helplessly as Xie Xingran unhesitatingly selected a bottle of poison labeled "Soul Devouring Powder," and with a flick of his finger, exchanged all of his accumulated villain points in one go.

It wasn't an aphrodisiac that could foster intimacy, nor was it an ordinary poison that could be easily neutralized with an antidote; it was a truly deadly poison that would kill instantly upon contact with blood.

According to the cultivation system of this immortal cultivation world, this poison is extremely domineering. Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator who comes into contact with it will have his meridians severed and his soul destroyed instantly, with no chance of survival. Drinking it means certain death, with no cure or cure.

"Host……"

The system's voice trembled noticeably, as if it were desperately suppressing panic. It stared intently at the barely concealed excitement on Xie Xingran's face, its tone filled with incomprehension and horror.

"Why did you buy this medicine? It's too dangerous; it will poison Jiang Huaijin to death!"

Xie Xingran now held a small, warm, white jade porcelain bottle in her hand. The bottle gleamed with a faint, cold light and emitted a subtle, almost imperceptible, fishy smell.

A cold yet exhilarating smile slowly crept onto his lips, his eyes filled with obsession: "I bought this medicine because I want to kill Jiang Huaijin."

He looked up, blinked his big eyes at the void, and feigned innocent confusion on his face, but his tone was tinged with sarcasm as he asked:

"Otherwise, what do you think I'd use this poison for?"

"ah--"

As soon as Xie Xingran finished speaking, a sharp and piercing alarm exploded in his mind, the system's voice filled with panic and helplessness:

"Host! You can't do that! Jiang Huaijin is the chosen one! I told you to suppress him and make things difficult for him, not to kill him outright!"

The system was frantic, its energy bar on the virtual panel flashing red: "There are many chosen ones in this cultivation world, but we can't just let any of them die! Especially not at the hands of a cannon fodder villain like you!"

"Once Jiang Huaijin dies, my mission will have completely failed. I will lose a large amount of energy, and I might even be forcibly unbound from you!"

"You will be left in this world forever!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xingran merely sneered, a laugh filled with disdain and rebellion that shattered any lingering hope the system had for him.

"As long as I don't die, that's fine. Besides, you said I'm cannon fodder villain. Since I'm a villain, I should naturally do what villains are supposed to do. Am I supposed to be held back and follow your script?"

"But you can't poison the Chosen One!" The system's voice grew increasingly urgent, tinged with pleading. "You can hit him, curse him, insult him, even cripple his cultivation, but you can't kill him!"

"Once you fail a mission, and it happens too many times, you'll never have a chance to revive or go home again!"

In the system's understanding, returning home and being resurrected are the bottom lines for all time travelers.

Xie Xingran gently put the white jade porcelain bottle into the storage bracelet on his wrist. The jade bracelet was translucent and was a treasure given to him by He Anyao. Its interior was spacious and filled with all kinds of rare treasures and cultivation resources.

He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the furnishings in the room:

The tables and chairs, crafted from thousand-year-old redwood, exude a mellow fragrance and possess a calming and soothing effect; the ancient paintings hanging on the walls emanate a spiritual aura, and even the potted plants on the windowsill are rare spiritual herbs.

He focused his mind slightly and could clearly feel the faint but real spiritual power flowing slowly through his meridians.

This is a world of cultivation, a place where one can achieve immortality, overturn rivers and seas, and fly on a sword. Miracles that only existed in fantasy novels in my previous life can all become reality here.

How could the mundane, monotonous modern world of my past life, confined by concrete and steel, compare to the magnificent, boundless world of cultivation before me?

Resurrection? Homecoming?

Who cares?

Amidst the system's terrified and incredulous gaze, Xie Xingran slowly spoke, her tone filled with suppressed excitement and determination, each word clearly entering the system's mind:

"System, I never said I wanted to be resurrected and go home."