System experience officer

The Heavenly Dao, whose face had returned to its original yellow hue, suggested, "Hey, if you remove all the cursed power from it, this relic can become a relic."

Han Zifeng nodded. The pitch-black relic passed through her hand and instantly turned golden, though it was a bit small. Zifeng gave the group of monks beside her a disapproving look. The relic was too small; if she killed all of them, it should be enough for a small gift, right?

All the monks felt a chill run down their spines, sensing that this woman might be trying to use their relics as a gift, and they felt they had evidence.

Even Sun Wukong, seeing the look in Zi Feng's eyes, couldn't help but ask, "You're not thinking of using their relics as a gift, are you?"

Zi Feng answered without any hesitation, "One is too small." The group of monks shuddered. So they really wanted to use their relics as gifts, huh? Even Sun Wukong covered his face this time. The other gods were probably thinking: Nuwa Palace is prone to producing unruly children, right?

Sun Wukong asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of being ganged up on by the monks?"

Zi Feng replied, "No chance. All the bald men have my curse power on them. With just a thought from me, they will turn into black relics."

Sun Wukong innocently spread his hands, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said in perfect sync with Nezha, "You are the young Black Nuwa."

Zifeng nodded: "Mhm, what's up?"

Nezha silently moved closer to Sun Wukong, both choosing to stay away from Zifeng. Zifeng rolled her eyes at them. This time, both immortals and Buddhists looked at the two of them, who both shook their heads reservedly. Zifeng grumbled, "Oh, they mean I'm mentally ill, literally."

Sun Wukong tentatively asked, "Aren't you bothered by this?"

Zi Feng pulled out her mental illness certificate and said, "Well, we're here with this certificate, so we have to say what we're supposed to say. But if you mess with me, well, that's another story. Humph."

Everyone jumped in surprise, and Nezha cheerfully said, "Well, when the Sage doesn't appear, she's the boss, haha. Don't underestimate the three of us, we can't afford to mess with her."

Sun Wukong: "Don't underestimate me, I still have to call you 'sister,' no problem." Instantly, everyone was speechless, looking at Sun Wukong with pitiful expressions. Sun Wukong shrugged, clearly indicating who the boss was.

Once she was sure the other immortals were settled, Zi Feng began to stroke her chin, pondering the next question. The key issue was that the life editing software was really not suitable for her, mainly because she didn't have anything to edit.

She entered the original group and asked: "First, come out here. The new life editing system is really not suitable for me. How am I supposed to edit it? With a snap of my fingers, a monk turns into a relic. By the way, every time I make a relic, it's black?"

First: "So, you've never actually looked at it carefully?"

Zi Feng nodded: "Yeah, we didn't need to give gifts before. The point shouldn't be that I can't even find anyone to talk to during this system test."

First question: "No, where are you?"

Zi Feng happily replied, "The Execution Platform."

A bunch of "source dots" (a slang term for a bunch of random characters) make this topic seem a bit tricky. The first one is speechless; now I'm starting to feel sorry for their life editing system. Having such a tester, and with so many gods and Buddhas around, they must be finding a lot of downlines to deal with.

Zeng Feng (original source): "Hey girl, let's meet up and chat. I'll arrange a trial account for you, okay?"

Zifeng replied, "I'm fine with it. I'll just report to the first company and they'll all agree. Then you can come find me."

Zeng Fengbenyuan: "Alright, I'll look for it. Don't rush, don't rush, let's have some snacks first."

Zi Feng left the chat group, looked at the big yellow face next to him and said, "Okay, find me and call me." After confirming things on the other end, Zi Feng strolled over to Sun Wukong, stretched out his hand and said, "Treat me to a meal."

The monkey happily led the God of Food over, and the group cheerfully began to scramble for food. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the big yellow-faced man finished his business, reported to Zifeng, and asked, "Any requests?"

Zifeng complained: "Oh, tell him to remember to write an experience report. If possible, don't make the anecdotal account too far-fetched."

The big yellow-faced man nodded, "Yes, if the unofficial history is too wild, it will indeed be difficult for him to handle. Fortunately, the target has already been identified. As long as we keep an eye on it, there shouldn't be any problems."

Anyway, Zi Feng has already passed the buck to the Heavenly Dao. If problems arise, let him figure them out himself; he can communicate with the First One himself. Her time now is just to watch the show with the three traitors. Yay!

Sun Wukong asked curiously, "Aren't you going back to Nuwa's Palace to take a look?"

Zifeng complained, "What's so interesting about them? If there's a problem, they'll send someone to find me. If I haven't received the order, then there's no problem. If there's no problem, then it's a private event, yay! Besides, aren't you two down here? If we can't reach an agreement, we can just call. No problem."

Nezha: "No, how did you figure that out? There's nothing wrong with it?"

Zi Feng shrugged, then pulled out a black knife and said, "If my knife says there's no problem, then there's no problem. Even if there is a problem, it's still no problem."

Great, everyone is dotting, and their unified feeling is: one more brat.

Yang Jian couldn't help but ask, "So, you're also in the 'brat' category?"

Zi Feng nodded: "I'm the number one troublemaker in Nuwa Palace, these two are in the second tier." Yang Jian couldn't help but cover his face, feeling that this team was even harder to manage. After all, among this group, he was the only reliable one. Even Chen Xiang was a troublesome kid.

As Sun Wukong and Nezha chuckled in unison, Zifeng quietly asked Sun Wukong, "So, you all listen to Three-Eyed?"

Nezha nodded and said, "Yeah, in our team, the brains are all on Second Brother's side. Do you want to try and get in?"

Zi Feng retorted, "Then you might as well compete with me. I'm not as good as you; I'm only good at fighting."

Sun Wukong and Nezha both covered their faces in surprise. "Oh dear, there are several of them hitting me!" Yang Jian also covered his face in exasperation. "A bunch of disobedient brats!" he thought. However, he didn't dare to completely let his guard down; after all, any one of them could easily cause a major disturbance. He sighed, then sighed again...

Yang Jian tentatively asked, "So, what do you want to play now?"

This time, Sun Wukong said, "Do as you please."

Nezha casually replied, "Whatever."

Zi Feng shrugged and said, "You guys are the tour guides." Immediately, the three of them indicated they wouldn't do it. Since that was the case, they would lead the way, just letting them wander around. Of course, the God of Cookery, being the chef, had to come along.

The only consolation is that they only damage some ingredients; they rarely cause real trouble. Their main strategy is to make you surrender quickly, so you're unlikely to die.

What left Zi Feng speechless was Sa Haishan, who was bound to the story. He really dared to make it up, and this unofficial history was so outlandish that even Zi Feng shook his head.