Xiuxian Work Log

The servant looked at the handsome young man and saw the guilty conscience in his expression. He smiled slightly and said, "If you are bullied, it is better to report it to the sect."

The young man sneered, "I'm afraid they'll gang up on me! They're such a bunch of guys who protect each other, I can't find any fault with them when I confront them. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have left the sect and been hunted down. If they don't give me an explanation for this matter, I won't go back!"

Servant: "So, are we going to wait here? What if those people come looking for us again?"

The young man looked at the servant in surprise: "Won't you stay here to protect me?"

……

The servant was a little slow to react at first to the young man's confident instructions, but he soon realized: "My fellow Taoist and I just met for the first time today."

"so what?"

The young man asked back, "Or do you think I'm treating you unfairly? Don't you know that I'm the direct disciple of the master of Yanhui Peak?"

servant:"……"

Amin, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help it. It was the first time he met someone who was more confident than him.

Why does he think a stranger can recognize his identity? Besides, he is not a man of stunning appearance. It is normal that he cannot be recognized, okay?

The servant said in a gentle voice, "If you need me to watch over you, I will stay here with you until the people from the Ziyang Sword Sect arrive."

The young man's frown relaxed, and the servant pretended to be casual and said, "I heard that disciples of Yanhui Peak must practice for more than ten years before their master allows them to go out for training, but fellow Daoist looks..."

"What do you look like?" the young man demanded. "Do you think I'm trying to trick you? I'll prove to you right now that I'm a disciple of Yan Hui Peak!"

The young man stood up and prepared to perform sword moves, but he was already injured and his movements were not very good, so he fell down.

The servant watched the boy's embarrassed state for a while, then slowly helped him up: "You are injured, it is better not to move violently."

"If you want me to say it..." The young man snorted in dissatisfaction.

Servant: "By the way, I don't know your name yet. My last name is Wumingjia, and I want to be friends with you."

The young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at the servant: "I'm sorry, I don't make friends with casual cultivators. Although you saved me, I will send someone to send you a reward."

What a naive and foolish disciple from a noble family, the servant thought.

However, at this time, he had no intention of killing the young man. He did not like killing, nor did he like killing, but he did not hate killing either.

Many times, killing was done at the master's command. Now no one could order him around, and he hadn't felt the pain of being ordered around for a long time.

Is this a nostalgia? How strange.

The servant looked at the boy, and the boy looked back in dissatisfaction: "What are you looking at?"

Servant: "Do you know what time it is now?"

Boy: "The sun hasn't even set yet, can't you see?"

Servant: "It is indeed not visible. The sun has already set."

The young man looked over and saw the last ray of sunlight setting. The sky and the earth were intertwined with darkness and blue, and it was getting darker and darker faster.

……

……

"Is this important?"

Dust-Breaking System: "I can't calculate Lin's true strength. You have to be careful with her. She's an outsider."

Although Lin Qingyue had guessed it long ago, the fact that it came from the Broken Dust System meant that her guess was not groundless.

"She doesn't seem to be hostile towards me at the moment."

“So we need to be more cautious.”

Lin Qingyue: "Why?"

Dust-Breaking System: "Do I need to explain this? Why? Of course, it's because she hasn't revealed her purpose, which means she has a greater purpose."

"A purpose greater than yours?"

Dust-Breaking System: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lin Qingyue yawned: "Just kidding."

[It feels like the host knows something.]

Is there anyone still alive in the Yun family? It seems like there's no clue anywhere.

[Just tie up Yun Shaobo directly, and then the Yun family will come out.]

[It's useless, right? They know the host won't do anything to Yun Shaobo, so why not just stay in the dark? If they come out, they'll not only harm themselves but also the clan's only hope for the immortal world.]

[Not all of the tribe members think this way, right? Perhaps some of them wish to return to the world of immortal cultivation?]

"That has to be able to come out."

Dust-Breaking System: "We still don't know where the key person is."

Lin Qingyue: "That's because I didn't know, not because you didn't know."

Dust-Breaking System: "It just depends on how well you can get full marks on a test paper with standard answers."

"So it's more like a test." Lin Qingyue said: "It was incorrect from the beginning. I can't meet your ideal of perfection."

Dust-Breaking System: "I'm not asking you to give me a perfect answer. What I hope is that you can take my advice instead of being stubborn and self-willed."

Lin Qingyue: "So you think it should be like this?"

Honestly, this is pretty boring. But the host's reaction is the key to why we watch live broadcasts. Those who complete tasks in a rigid manner don't have as many viewers.

[It just lacks a dramatic effect, which requires a script, lighting, and actors, but this is something you can see with your eyes. If you see it too much, it will become boring.]

I think I can understand the anti-time travel organization. If we place our hopes on others, we will eventually be destroyed. This approach is not good for the anchor or us.

It's easy to say... but if you leave the terminal and look around, you'll see the third-class citizens living in extremely low-income homes, unable to see the sun, relying on subsidies to go to the park every day to get some sunlight. Meanwhile, the first-class citizens enjoy the highest standard of living, possess power and influence, and monopolize intellectual property. They even complain at press conferences all day about why there's always someone harassing them. Faced with such a stark contrast, who could possibly accept it?

[Brother, stop talking. I'm afraid my livestreaming room will be blocked.]

There's no need to be so pessimistic, actually. I collect my allowance every day and give it to the streamers. It's free to live on. As for the sun, it's the same in the simulation world.

[It sounds like things are even worse upstairs.]

Lin Qingyue was shocked after hearing about their situation. "Didn't they say you have eternal life? Why is the distribution system still so backward?"

What does technological advancement have to do with us, the third-class citizens? Just like in the early days of interstellar space, when the second-class citizens and the first-class citizens were merged together, it was only to cut off the upward channels for the third-class citizens. Now the third-class citizens can't find the meaning of life at all. They can only go back and forth to the medical center every day, erasing their memories again and again, and starting over again. They—

Before Lin Qingyue finished reading this line of words, the screen of the live broadcast room went black.