Let you do the task, you go to create the male and female protagonists

within the system space.

"Host, your soul is glowing!" 0038 said in shock, "Like the light of Tiga..."

After absorbing that drop of the world's origin, Lin Qinghe's whole body was shining. Hearing this, Lin Qinghe raised his eyes and said, "Shut up, I'm thinking."

The strength of her soul has recovered to the Jindan stage. The origin of this world is really effective.

"...Humph, which dimension will you take on your next mission?" 0038 snorted arrogantly.

"Get me a job that matches my major." Lin Qinghe pressed a button and got a book.

She saw the reward.

The trader in this world is willing to trade with 100 points of his own soul essence, just hoping to change his regrets.

"0038, how can he have so many points of soul origin with 100 points?" Lin Qinghe was a little confused. This is the soul origin, something that can affect reincarnation.

"Host, he is trading his own soul. I guess he is a cultivator like you, so he has more soul essence than ordinary people."

"The origin of the soul involves the fundamentals. Most people would never pay so much. How much regret must he have to have that he would rather die than change the ending." 0038 sighed.

"I guess the day you leave will be the day he dies."

But it was also very happy, "Host, we can earn more from this one plane than from ten planes. We are making a fortune!"

"Then accept this plane mission." Lin Qinghe agreed.

"The dimension of "I was a spy in the Republic of China" has been locked—"

"The target event location has been locked—"

"Nanjing, 1932—"

"Transmission successful—"

"Young Taoist priest, is your fortune telling accurate?" a young man asked as he drew a fortune himself.

When he saw that he had drawn a bad lot, his face fell and he looked unhappy.

Lin Qinghe opened his eyes and saw that the person in front of him was not very happy after drawing the worst lot. He blinked and handed the lot holder to him, "Okay, draw again. I'll give you another chance."

Upon hearing this, the young man drew another lot, and it was still a bad lot. This time he really couldn't hold it anymore.

Just as he couldn't hold back and wanted to speak, Lin Qinghe took out a top lot from the lottery box and stuffed it into his hand, "Here, it's for you."

The young man was dumbfounded. "This... this is also possible?"

Lin Qinghe nodded heavily, "You must know that man can conquer nature. As long as you work hard, the good fortune is in your hands."

Hearing her say this, the young man nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes, you are right, young Taoist priest, you are really interesting."

Lin Qinghe said "hmm" lightly and ignored him, instead sitting down to take in the plot.

This Taoist temple was very quiet, and the only person who came to burn incense was the young man in front of him. Since the young man was wandering around on his own, Lin Qinghe sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

This time her mission target was a man. It was the first time that her soul was in a man's body, and Lin Qinghe found it strange and interesting.

"The plot is being transmitted——"

"Transmission successful—"

The original owner was called Mingzhu, with the Taoist name Wuchen. He was a disciple of this small Taoist temple.

He was an orphan picked up by a master. According to his master, Taoist Yangui, he found a discarded candle by the river when he went down the mountain.

It was winter at that time, and the little guy's face turned purple from the cold in the basket. Yangui saw that the two of them were destined to be together, so he picked up the baby and named him Mingzhu.

There are not many disciples in the Taoist temple. Including Mingzhu and Taoist Priest Yangui, there are only four of them.

Readers who are familiar with history know that this period is the Republic of China, which is a time of turmoil, and in a few years, China will be invaded on a large scale.

In this turbulent background, Mingzhu's master and fellow disciples left him, the youngest, as the gatekeeper disciple. One day in 1937, they took off their Taoist robes and went down the mountain to kill the enemy.

Never came back.

As the last gatekeeper disciple, Mingzhu finally chose to go down the mountain and fight with the Japanese soldiers with guns.

Mingzhu witnessed the tragic scene of corpses floating all over the ground and his compatriots being killed that day.

Those bastards…how dare they?

When he rushed forward to fight, he killed two Japanese soldiers who were massacring civilians. Then he was shot several times and fell in a pool of blood.

Before he died, he seemed to hear other people's conversations...

"Little Taoist priest... Little Taoist priest! Ah!" It was the people he knew down the mountain who blocked the sharp knives of the Japanese soldiers that were stabbing at him.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

There was a sound of gunfire. The old farmer was dead, and he... was also dead.

The soul of the dead Mingzhu did not disperse, but floated along with the Japanese soldiers. After seeing the devastated scene, he finally collapsed.

"Master... Senior Brother...?"

He saw a familiar hand, it was the master's hand!

These beasts actually killed the Master and... chopped off his hands!

All the people in the city fell into the hands of these beasts!

Mingzhu was so angry...he wished he could eat his flesh alive.

Still in soul form, he shed two lines of blood and tears. He wanted revenge. No matter what the cost, he wanted these beasts to die!

The memory ends here.

Lin Qinghe opened her eyes, her chest heaving slightly, her emotions somewhat out of control.

Through Mingzhu's memory, she saw the horrifying and bloody scene.

"0038, mission." She said in a cold voice.

"Let these beasts get the retribution they deserve and save the people of this city."

"Well." Lin Qinghe paused, "If, I mean if, I don't want to accept the reward from this plane, do you mind?"

0038 was silent for a rare moment. “Well, since you gave me some of the origin of the world in the last world, I will agree to it.”

"But you don't ask for payment..."

"In prosperous times, he closed the mountain to practice hard, and in troubled times, he came down from the mountain to help the people. Since he can do it, then this sword master is happy to help him." Having said this, Lin Qinghe said, "But there is a price. Ask him if he is willing?"

0038 turned to ask Mingzhu who was in the system space, and it quickly gave the answer, "He said that if you can help reverse the ending, it doesn't matter if you die."

"Okay." Lin Qinghe responded, and couldn't help but mutter, "Such a strong-willed disciple should belong to my Wuji Sect."

0038, "..." I didn't expect that the host was also thinking of recruiting some talents for his sect.

"His physical aptitude is very good, but unfortunately the spiritual energy in this plane is a little thin." Lin Qinghe shook her head with some regret. She could only use the sword of annihilation when she was in the foundation-building stage. According to the thinness of the spiritual energy in this plane, she would have to practice for more than ten years before she could build the foundation.

By that time, the Japanese army had already entered the city, and she didn't have much time.

So the only way is to take extreme measures, and cultivate with your life. (Here it is really cultivating with your life span) You can improve your own strength in a very short time and quickly build your foundation.

However, if one succeeds in practicing it, this body will only be able to live for three short years after building the foundation.

That's why Lin Qinghe asked 0038 to tell Mingzhu that the day she helped him to take revenge and completed the task would be the day he died.

Time is running out for her. Within five years, Lin Qinghe must cultivate to the stage of foundation building or even... golden elixir. Only then will she be able to fight against the Japanese army that is committing all kinds of atrocities such as burning, killing, looting and so on.

The days of penance began.

However, before she started practicing hard, she still had to see whether Mingzhu's master, Taoist Yangui, and those fellow practitioners had spiritual roots and which kind of practice was suitable for them.

The next day, when Yan Gui saw the young disciple in front of him take out a cultivation method and asked him to practice, he stroked his beard and asked with concern, "Have you become stupid from practicing recently?"