020 Eighty-One Thousand Missions

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The system repeated: "One in nine thousand."
Qu Zanyi burst into laughter, annoyed.
"So... I have to complete eighty-one thousand tasks and draw eighty-one thousand times to possibly collect all the 'Cursed Keys'?"
"Theoretically, yes."
Qu Zanyi pierced through with a single phrase, "But in reality, even if I draw eighty-one thousand times, I still might not get all the Cursed Keys, right?"
"Correct. However, there is a possibility of obtaining them earlier."
"What is the exchange rate between morality points and the 'Cursed Keys'?"
"The current morality points held by the host do not allow for this query."
Qu Zanyi gritted her teeth, wishing she could reach into her mind and pull out this so-called 'system' to see what kind of face it was really hiding.
At the same time, she realized she might need to focus on restoring her morality points first.
While the 'Cursed Keys' were important, in the long run, 'intelligence' was the top priority.
"At least... no, system? Number 1070?"
Suddenly, Qu Zanyi realized the system had deceived her.
Angrily, she questioned the system, "You say this is a materialistic world, yet you know about seals, souls, and can even 'borrow a corpse to return a soul,' using sorcery to directly control my body."
"The system has not lied."
"We captured the Tianxu Mall and you at ten thousand meters underground. After extensive compilation and experiments, your consciousness was transferred into Xu Xinyou's body."
"Were there 1,069 experiments?"
"The system lacks sufficient permissions to answer that question."
"If I accumulate enough morality points, can I gain higher permissions?"
"Yes. When the host unlocks all nine 'Soul-Binding Shackles,' the system will grant full permissions."
"Why are you doing this? I can't understand the logic behind it."
"Zhi~ Cha~"
Before she could finish speaking, five streaks of violet lightning surged in from the top of her head, coursing fiercely through her meridians before releasing through every orifice.
In an instant, she felt as if she was back at the moment of sealing, seeing that infuriating face that made her want to grind her teeth every time she recalled it.
"Zhang Daoling!"
Qu Zanyi roared and lunged at him, but just as she was about to touch him, her consciousness abruptly snapped back.
Her clothes soaked with sweat, Qu Zanyi trembled violently; two more seconds and her muscles and nerves would have snapped.
"Would the host like to retrieve information on Dragon-Tiger Celestial Master Zhang Daoling?"
The cold mechanical voice quickly calmed her down.
Qu Zanyi gasped for breath.

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Clearly, what had just occurred was not the system’s doing.
In other words, although they had obtained Tianxu, they only understood the tip of the iceberg. Since the system was aware of Zhang Daoling’s existence, the claim that she came from a distant universe was invalid.
This meant the intelligence advantage was currently on her side.
If she could break the seal and enter the Tianxu Pavilion, perhaps she could learn enough power to rival Zhang Daoling and even the 'Way' itself.
With this thought, the long-dormant blood burning within Qu Zanyi was ignited.
She quickly resolved to improve Xu Xinyou’s brain capacity and comprehension through study and training.
She had to decode higher-dimensional knowledge to seize the opportunity to enter Tianxu.
...
Monday.
Nine forty-five in the morning.
Qu Zanyi dragged herself into the classroom.
Her desk was moved to the empty middle seat of the last row.
The girl who used to sit next to her was assigned an older desk but remained in the same spot.
Upon seeing Qu Zanyi approaching, she quickly lowered her head and pushed her textbook onto the adjacent seat.
It seemed that because of the trouble with the small gangsters, she had also been somewhat implicated recently.
Qu Zanyi gave her an apologetic glance and moved toward the isolated desk.
She immediately regretted it.
She should have observed first.
If only she had, she wouldn't have blindly stuck her hand into the desk and gotten it covered in filth.
The classmates acted as if they hadn’t noticed, busy with their own affairs.
Without showing emotion, Qu Zanyi left the classroom and suppressed her anger as she headed to the restroom.
She had wanted to slap that small-time thug with this very hand.
But the disgust was unbearable, and the vast physical disparity forced her to swallow her anger.
The icy water washed over her cracked hands, blood seeping from her skin.
"This grudge is settled," Qu Zanyi muttered, staring at her reddened hands.
She had no mind for class, warmed her breath, and slipped out to the street.
"Brother 17, I need the test papers for Wednesday’s monthly exam."
"The system reminds the host that cheating violates the rules and may drastically reduce morality points."
Qu Zanyi shrugged, "I'm already at negative one hundred thousand; what’s a few hundred or thousand more?"
"The system cannot fulfill the host’s request. Please improve your grades through diligent study."

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"At least give me some key points for review."
"The system will provide the best study plan based on Xu Xinyou’s knowledge base."
Qu Zanyi stopped pressing the system and turned into a clothing store that caught her eye.
Her clothes were worn, torn, and offered no warmth, especially now stained with filth; she definitely couldn’t keep wearing them.
"This world is quite fresh!"
She fondled a style she liked, but her delight was quickly dashed.
Though the design was decent, the materials were poor, and the stitching was crude and rough.
"This craftsmanship deserves to have both hands cut off."
"However... I’m no longer a princess."
She chuckled bitterly, took down the clothes, and asked the shopkeeper, "Can I try them on?"
Hearing her voice, the shopkeeper realized a customer had arrived.
He quickly stood up, led her to the fitting room, and eagerly pitched his 'hot-selling' items.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.