Xiuxian Work Log

On December 12th of the Xian calendar year, the weather was sunny.

When I came out of the dead mirror, I didn’t even realize that the live broadcast mode allowed me to speak!

That's just not very friendly.

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A huge wave covering the sky rushed towards the huge ship in the sea. The men and women on the deck of the ship stood on it drinking and chatting, their postures natural and comfortable, not caring about the danger not far away.

A huge wave came crashing down, and just as it was about to hit the ship, a flash of golden light appeared, bouncing the wave back.

Countless silver-white waves poured back and forth in the air, and the fishy smell of sea water hit my face when they intersected.

The children clapped their hands and cheered. Everyone smiled at each other and continued eating meat, drinking and chatting.

"Excuse me, madam, where are you from? Are you married?"

The woman being asked burst out laughing and pointed at the boy playing next to her.

"I'm not married, but I have a ten-year-old son."

"No! Madam, how do you see me? Can I be your husband?"

The dainty-faced young man was ecstatic and climbed up the pole.

The woman had a rosy face, was delicate and boneless, and had a sweet laugh.

"Hahaha~ How funny! I'm clearly married, and you're still trying to get close to me. You appear honest, but you're actually quite treacherous inside~"

The young man with a fair face changed into a pink-clad girl and opened the folding fan beside him with a "swish".

"The journey to the Sword Sect is long, and I also want to help Madam relieve her worries."

The woman threw the fruits on the plate at the pretty boy. It seemed like she was just throwing it casually, but she actually used half of her cultivation.

"Go to hell! You look so weak, I'm afraid you'll die in bed."

"How can you know if I can do it if you don't try, Madam?"

The handsome young man flipped his folding fan and easily caught the fruit, which then broke into powder and flew away with the wind.

"It's interesting." The woman smiled, "It's just that the ingredients are not good. In this life, I will only be able to build a foundation."

The young man with a fair face stood up and bowed, "My name is Lu Ming, please have mercy on me, Madam."

He had long guessed the identities of the mother and son based on their clothing: the young lady of the Yun family, Yu Qingping, and her son, Yun Shaobo.

Yu Qingping is the only Jindan cultivator on this ship. As long as he can get her help, he will be able to break the limitations of his body!

Yu Qingping supported her chin and looked at Lu Ming with interest, and Lu Ming immediately understood.

"Madam, please rest assured..."

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A little boy playing Cuju on the deck in the distance stopped and looked in the direction of the ship door. A woman and a man in pink went in.

The boy next to her, who was wearing jewels, took a look and said indifferently, "Mother must be bored. Find someone to wait on her and let her rest."

His father had companions throughout the world of immortal cultivation, and his mother had numerous companions as well. Lust was just a spice of life, and they still loved each other deeply and cared about each other.

Unlike those sneaky and fickle fellows who would fight to the death if discovered.

Love and affection are nothing more than this.

"Let's continue playing ball. What other kicks do you know?"

Wen Lingyun demonstrated several kicking techniques, and Yun Shaobo's eyes lit up.

"I've never seen a kick like this before. It turns out there are things in small places that I haven't seen before. Who taught you this?"

"My sister taught you?"

"Can you give me your sister? How many spirit stones will it cost?"

Wen Lingyun threw the ball to the ground and said angrily, "I'm teaching you how to play football, and you actually want to steal my sister!"

Yun Shaobo picked up the ball and thought that Wen Lingyun was the only person of his age who was at the third level of Qi training like him that he had met here. Who knows, he might even join the Zi Yang Sword Sect in the future. So he had to give up the idea and apologize to Wen Lingyun.

"If you don't want to, then I won't force you. Just remember to teach me when you learn other kicking techniques. I won't let you go to waste your energy. How about fifty low-grade spirit stones at a time?"

Wen Lingyun originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard that the price was fifty low-grade spirit stones, he couldn't say no.

The boat fare for Sister Qingyue and him was 2000 low-grade spirit stones. Sister Qingyue had to spend all her savings for several days to get on board.

"Really? You have so many spirit stones?"

Yun Shaobo frowned, "Do you underestimate me?"

Wen Lingyun was surprised, "I don't have any."

"You have it!" Yun Shaobo said stubbornly, and quickly took out fifty low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and threw them to Wen Lingyun.

"I'm telling you this is the time. I'm very rich!"

Wen Lingyun held the spirit stone in his arms, a little surprised.

"Thank you, you are really rich and generous."

Yun Shaobo laughed, "I have enough money to buy a whole spirit ship, these are just a piece of cake. If you become my younger brother, I can also give you a monthly salary."

Wen Lingyun carefully packed up the spirit stone, isolating herself from the intentional or unintentional gazes of the adults around her.

"I'm going to find my sister."

"Hey! Wait for me! I want to go see my sister too!"

Yun Shaobo looked at Wen Lingyun's back as she left. He didn't want to go back to his cold and icy abode, so he picked up the Cuju and ran towards Wen Lingyun.

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Lin Qingyue was lying on a high table chair, feeling the sea breeze, eating hamburgers, French fries and drinking Coke, feeling as happy as a god.

The empty sleeve of his left arm fluttered in the wind, making him look miserable.

The spirit stones were piled on the table, and Lin Qingyue paused while eating French fries.

"Where did you get this spirit stone?"

Wen Lingyun glanced at Lin Qingyue's empty sleeves and felt empty in her heart.

"I use the Cuju you taught me to teach others, and what others gave me."

"Oh~" Lin Qingyue nodded to indicate that he understood. He looked down and saw the child climbing up the ladder.

"Keep it for yourself. You earned it yourself."

Lin Qingyue handed the hamburger on the table to Wen Lingyun, but Wen Lingyun did not take it.

"Sister Qingyue, please accept it. We are out of money, aren't we?"

Lin Qingyue muted the sudden surge in comments and remained silent after seeing the comments.

[He actually said the host had no money! The host took out the spirit stones from his space backpack to teach him a lesson!]

This kid is so cute! He gave his money to the anchor right away. So sensible! I have mixed feelings about him. I want to have him.

[Okay, one person for the Interstellar Prison. Goodbye!]

[Minors earn money to support adults! Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?]

[Isn't this the new streamer who cheated earlier? Her system violates the rules, and you're still watching her!]

[So what if I broke the rules? The girl is kind and beautiful, so I can easily get some popularity points, right?]

[Okay, stop arguing. Your words are dirtying my eyes.]

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Lin Qingyue stuffed the burger into his hand and said earnestly, "We still have money, you don't have to worry about this."

"So after we get off the boat, we still have to go to the Ziyang Sword Sect?"

Lin Qingyue took a sip of Coke and said, "That's enough."

The Dust-Breaking System thought Lin Qingyue was too stingy. "He's clearly ruined all the wealthy ancestors' graves, yet he still pretends to be poor in front of the children. The children are already feeling inferior."

Lin Qingyue scratched his head: "Isn't that what you said about not showing off your wealth? Or was it you who suggested to rob someone's ancestral grave? Why are you blaming me? Am I a picky person? You can deduct it if you want?"

Wen Lingyun still looked unconvinced, "Sister Qingyue, just take it. I can earn more spirit stones in the future."

The comment section exploded again, and Lin Qingyue rubbed his temples in annoyance.

Every time she read these comments, she felt that time was so long and the days were like years.

A voice suddenly exploded.

"I'll cover all your expenses for going to the Ziyang Sword Sect!"

Lin Qingyue:?

Who speaks in such a crazy tone?