My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang left the Queen of South Ming and headed straight back to Duke Zhen's Mansion.

As soon as he entered the Million Specie Garden, he saw the eaves of the black tile and azure stone house, pure and unblemished.

Perhaps it was because it was still early morning, the air was still cold and crisp, but impeccably clean, and the only scent one could smell was the faint fragrance of the red plum blossoms scattered throughout the courtyard.

Qing Luan had already risen, standing beside the courtyard pavilion, one hand coiling her black hair, her face as delicate as jade turned to the side, facing the pavilion, washing up listlessly.

The moment Cheng Guang stepped into the courtyard, Qing Luan seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at Cheng Guang.

"Princely Heir, you're back."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly.

Qing Luan hurriedly put down the brocade handkerchief in her hand, flicked off the water droplets on her jade-like hands, and hurried to prepare breakfast for Cheng Guang.

Confusion still lingered in her beautiful eyes.

"Princely Heir, what were you doing at the Queen of South Ming's place so early in the morning? The Princess should not have awakened yet, should she?"

Cheng Guang sat down at the stone table, poured himself a cup of clear tea, and watched the hot tea water churn in the cup, the aroma of the tea leaves stirred a sense of tranquility in his heart.

"It's not that she hasn't woken up, she simply didn't sleep at all last night."

When Cheng Guang's words fell, Qing Luan became even more puzzled.

She wondered how their Princely Heir knew the Princess hadn't slept at all last night.

A guess?

Qing Luan's lips puffed up, somewhat annoyed that her Princely Heir always liked to speak enigmatically.

Her slightly valiant and pretty face now carried a touch of sprightliness, making her seem rather endearingly naive.

Cheng Guang chuckled but did not explain. After simply drinking some tea and eating some precious pastries, he did not go through his usual morning practice. Instead, he went straight to his bedroom.

When one was about to receive a system reward, the usual cultivation could wait.

Receiving a system task reward, in Cheng Guang's view, oddly felt like receiving a delivery from his previous life—a moment of unwrapping that was always thrilling.

Cheng Guang entered the bedroom, tightly closed the doors and windows, and instructed Qing Luan not to let anyone come in to disturb him. Then he sat on the bed and spoke to the system in his mind.

"Claim reward!"

As the sound of Cheng Guang's words fell, the air around seemed to grow heavy and oppressive.

The desolate aura seemed to spread from the void, and dense, dark light drilled out of nowhere, entwining around the entire room.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning-like luster pierced the darkness, illuminating the room filled with desolate breath and cloaked in utter blackness.

The blinding light made Cheng Guang close his eyes involuntarily; after a while, when he felt the light in front of him gradually weakening, Cheng Guang slowly opened his eyes.

Upon opening his eyes, what he first saw was a simple and honest-looking black dog that seemed doltish.

The black dog's face bore an almost human-like expression of confusion and bewilderment, seemingly at a loss as to why it suddenly appeared here.

Cheng Guang eyed the black dog in front of him and noticed that the moment the dog appeared in the room, an inexplicable connection had formed between him and it.

It was as if he could control the black dog's life and every move.

Cheng Guang stroked his chin, looking at the foolish black dog in front of him, somewhat puzzled by what exactly the system reward had given him.

A hellish Chinese Pastoral Dog?

From hell?

Or is it a breed of hellish Chinese Pastoral Dog?

Cheng Guang didn't understand.

"Lie down."

With a thought, Cheng Guang spoke to the black dog.

The moment the black dog heard Cheng Guang's words, without needing any further instructions, it promptly lay down on the ground, and Cheng Guang was amazed to find that with his current level of cultivation, he couldn't even see the black dog's movements clearly.

Looking at the black dog again, though it appeared doltish and seemingly still not fully awake, the muscles on its body were incredibly strong, its teeth sharp and pointed, no less remarkable than some swords; its fur was like black leather, smooth, and hard.

"Hiss, this silly dog is quite interesting," Cheng Guang mused, approaching the black dog and rubbing its head, smiling, "Since you're with me now, I at least have to give you a name."

"How about this, let's name you Black Cub."

In both his past and present lives, Cheng Guang liked to name pets based on their fur color, for it was straightforward and clear.

Black Cub wasn't very large, slightly resembling a Chinese Pastoral Dog and even standing up, it reached only up to Cheng Guang's waist.

Because of its compact size and muscles, the overall appearance of the dog seemed somewhat doltish.

"Black Cub, let's go, bro is going to take you out for some sunlight."

Cheng Guang stood up. After all, Black Cub was a reward from the system, and even if it looked endearingly naive like a silly dog, its strength was not to be underestimated.

Such a dog seemed to have an extraordinary lineage as well.

Cheng Guang, pondering, picked up Black Cub and walked outside.

The moment Cheng Guang lifted Black Cub's body, it tensed up, its whole body as if it got startled, stretching its legs straight.

Its eyes were wide open as if it hardly dared to breathe.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

Qing Luan's gaze shifted to Cheng Guang, about to ask something, but then her eyes moved down to the bewildered black dog in Cheng Guang's arms.

Surprise registered on her face.

"Princely Heir, where did this dog come from?"

Cheng Guang lifted the Black Cub in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry about that. From now on, have the mansion prepare some food for this silly dog occasionally, so it doesn't starve to death."