Xiuxian Work Log

A pool of soil was evenly spread on the ground, shaking constantly as if trying to overlap.

Every time the soil was just gathering a little bit, a sword would sweep across and flatten it again in an instant.

The clay Buddha looked at the spiritual sword with a serrated blade on the handle, which was hanging in the air with tears in his eyes. They had beaten him up and then left him alone. But the sword was a ruthless person, breaking him into pieces without giving him a chance to put it back together!

The soil no longer gathers together, and even floats.

Lan'an tried a few more times, but when he found that it didn't move at all, he returned to Yang Zishen and couldn't wait to drill into Yang Zishen's fingertips.

Yang Zishen hissed and cursed, "You are truly my ancestor. What are you doing?"

As if he was not convinced, Yang Zishen felt a burning pain again, and his face turned black.

"I'm impressed by you, you narrow-minded guy."

"That..." The girl next to her spoke and pointed to her chin.

"Did you forget to push my chin back? I can't push it back!"

Lin Qingyue looked helpless when he heard Yang Zishen's surprised cry.

"So you don't know how to remove bones?"

Lin Qingyue's face was full of black lines. Listen to what he said!

“Is this still a necessary skill?”

Yang Zishen touched Lin Qingyue's chin and pressed it back down in a few seconds, looking as if it was a matter of course.

"Isn't this something all cultivators can do?"

She really didn't know what skills immortal cultivators had, and even if Yang Zishen had some skills, that didn't mean all immortal cultivators had them, right?

She expressed skepticism.

Yang Zishen saw it, frowned at Lin Qingyue and said.

"I really don't know why Hua Xiangrong wants to help you guide your Qi into the Dao."

After all, helping others to guide their qi into the Tao is not necessarily successful. Once an accident occurs during the process, it is very likely that both parties will be seriously injured.

Therefore, in the world of immortal cultivation, there are very few people who can help others to guide their qi into the Tao with their cultivation level below the Golden Core level. And someone like his master Wu Kun would definitely not help others to guide their qi into the Tao, he would only talk about it.

"Cultivating immortals is all about fate. Forcing things will only hurt yourself and others. Karma, that's how it always is."

Originally, cultivating immortals was all about the connection between you and the heaven, earth, sun, moon, and all things. Wu Kun believed that whether you could sense it, and how much and to what extent you could sense it, was innate.

If you don’t have the talent to cultivate immortality, don’t force yourself to do it.

Yang Zishen also thought so. He also disagreed with Hua Xiangrong's approach and disliked Lin Qingyue.

He is clearly just a mortal, yet Hua Xiangrong cares so much about him.

As for saying that they like each other, Yang Zishen doesn't think so. After all, they don't have any intimate behavior, unlike those Taoist couples in the world of immortal cultivation who are so affectionate.

Her talent and aptitude didn't seem particularly good, just average. But she couldn't even achieve the most basic cultivation technique of drawing Qi into the Dao, and yet she needed someone to help her do it. She was truly useless.

Seeing that the girl opposite was speechless, Yang Zishen repeated it again.

"I really don't know why Hua Xiangrong wants to help you guide your Qi into the Dao."

"I heard it. You don't need to repeat it." Lin Qingyue curled his lips.

"Oh." Yang Zishen sneered, "I did it on purpose."

"I know." Lin Qingyue paused, "It doesn't have to be so obvious."

Yang Zishen didn't say anything and stood up to leave.

Lin Qingyue called him and Yang Zishen stopped.

"So Hua Xiangrong went to look for herbs to help me draw Qi into my body?"

"What else?" Yang Zishen said disdainfully, "Remember to thank him when he comes back. You don't need me to teach you that, right?"

"You don't need to tell me."

The two parted on bad terms. When Lin Qingyue came out, he happened to meet the Clay Buddha who was about to escape. He bumped into the defensive formation and fell upside down.

He scoffed, "Clown."

"A clown is someone who can't control his temper even after reaching adulthood, right?"

As soon as the Dust-Breaking System came online, it heard Lin Qingyue calling it a clown and directly retorted.

It will not tolerate Lin Qingyue's bad habit!

The clay Buddha didn't dare to fight with Lin Qingyue and walked away in disgrace. The more he walked, the sadder he became. Even a mortal could scold him like this. His life was worse than that of pigs and dogs!

Pieces of dirt fell from its body, sparsely, and Lin Qingyue cursed the Dust-Breaking System.

"See? You're just like the dirt it dropped. It's like shit, and it's even watery."

Dust Breaking System counterattacked, "You are a carbon-based organism that wastes natural resources. It is unfortunate for the Earth to have you."

"You only lose your temper in front of me. Your road has come to an end. Wait for the restart, useless host!"

"All they do is pua, suppress, and exploit. Wait for your complaint. This is a rubbish system!"

……

If one person complains about another, the result will be that everyone’s popularity points will be deducted.

After twenty popularity points were deducted, everyone calmed down.

Lin Qingyue: "What should we do now?"

Dust Breaking System: "Cease fire. Wait until the popularity points are earned back."

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In Qiongzhou, a young man in blue is paddling a small boat, standing in the vast blue sky, like a dream among the clouds with a bright moon in the sky.

A man and a woman came out of the cabin behind him, snuggling up to each other, obviously a Taoist couple.

The woman among them looked down at the vast world below, and thoughts surged into her heart.

"Why haven't you arrived yet? Fu Lixu, are you being lazy?"

"No, mother! Listen to my explanation. I just got this flying boat, so it's normal that I'm not familiar with it!"

The young man in blue quickly waved his hands to prove his innocence, fearing that the woman would kick him down in the next second.

This wasn't a joke; his mother had actually kicked him off. A single movement of the flying boat could span tens of millions of miles. He had been kicked onto an uninhabited island and nearly lost his way home.

The man hugged the woman, glared at his son, and comforted his wife in a low voice.

The woman was very annoyed and pushed the man away.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet? Didn't they say that a flying boat can reach the ends of the earth in an instant? Why does it take so long to get to Qingjing Town? And it's so far away from that bitch Lan Tang!"

"My poor daughter is injured and alone. She will definitely be treated coldly by them if she stays at home. It's also your Fu family's ancestors' fault for being so useless that they didn't even dare to touch the water god. They were really afraid of that old witch from the Qingyin Sect. They didn't dare to say a word even when someone peed on their head."

The man was helpless. "My lady, I know you are angry, but the Fu family is not something we can make decisions for as a family. The old ancestor only cares about whether it is beneficial to him. How could he help us vent our anger?"

The woman frowned, "So, it's useless to rely on the ancestors. Would he feel bad if she wasn't his daughter? The younger generation is only slightly better than the maids in his house. The longer they live, the more shameless they are. What a shameless thing."

The man nodded, "My lady, you are right."

Then he roared at Fu Lixu who was watching the show on the side.

"What are you looking at, you prodigal son? Go get your flying boat! Your sister is truly unlucky to have a brother like you."