Starting with no spiritual roots: beginning with being bound to the bad luck system

Then, the old man revealed a trace of the pressure that only those in the early stages of Foundation Establishment possessed, waiting for the group of cultivators to address him as "Senior."

However, he did not wait for them; instead, the monks distanced themselves from him.

The old man didn't want to dwell on these things anymore. He stared intently at the cloud-stone bamboo, wanting to know if his actions had caught the other party's attention.

As a result, their eyes met.

Okay, I'll just follow along silently. This is the end of it.

The old man had already revealed the pressure of an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, so Yun Shizhu couldn't possibly have missed it. However, he only glanced at him briefly. After all, staring directly at a powerful figure was somewhat provocative.

However, Yunshizhu has no need to create an enemy for herself.

So he paid little attention to the old man and continued dealing with the free tea stall. "The tea-serving monk was the one I designated; how to arrange things is his business..."

It's obvious they're not going to care.

Ultimately, this mess was caused by the tea-serving monk, so how can we expect him to clean it up? Besides, if the tea-serving monk doesn't handle it well, the assigned task will have to be given to someone else.

However, other cultivators heard it differently, and they felt that the senior was protecting the tea-serving cultivator.

That's right. The people were chosen by the seniors. If they are dissatisfied with the other party's actions, it's equivalent to being dissatisfied with the seniors.

The cultivators added this to their thoughts.

For a moment, the cultivators stopped insisting that the tea-serving cultivator give them special treatment, and even praised him—

"Well arranged..."

"The arrangements couldn't be better..."

"..."

Cloud Stone Bamboo: "..."

What these cultivators were saying was simply unbearable to listen to.

On the contrary, the tea-serving cultivator was happy. With just one sentence from the senior, those cultivators who opposed him had nothing to say.

Therefore, the tea-serving monk said, "Thank you for trusting me, senior. In the end, it is my fault for not explaining clearly."

The reason I'm going to go first is naturally to get the assigned tasks done well; don't rush to deny it.

Actually, it's because I lack self-control.

That's why I dared to go into battle first. That way, whether I win or lose, I won't be preoccupied with it. And that way, I can do the assigned task even better. You should understand, right?

The cultivators, who were cornered, were speechless.

He secretly resented it, thinking, "They got the benefit but are still acting innocent."

The pastry monk finally couldn't listen anymore and didn't want to stay there and watch how the tea "flew to the sky."

They left the free shop and went to the pastry shop.

He felt comfortable only when he saw a beautiful woman.

Pastry shop.

Dai Qing was still at the pastry shop, having drunk several pots of spiritual tea, and was still reminiscing about the cultivation levels of the cultivators who had visited the pastry shop in the past.

My current Daoist partner is not good enough.

A partner whose cultivation level is too high is also not acceptable.

After much deliberation, I put the plan aside again.

Because... it seems unnecessary to plan ahead like this.

Putting aside the consequences of her doing this and her partner finding out, her son was still young, and she really couldn't afford to make a mistake. Otherwise, her son would have a stepmother. Of course, none of that mattered. What mattered was that her cultivation level was lower than her partner's.

If my partner finds out, I'll be dead, won't I?

Dai Qing shivered, realizing she had been driven mad by her elder sister's provocation. She couldn't help it; she'd always envied her sister since childhood—she could get what she wanted so easily without ever having to do anything.

But for her, if she doesn't fight for it, she'll have nothing.

"Master, a guest is looking for you."

Lost in thought, Dai Qing was startled by the shopkeeper's words. She glared at him fiercely.

The shopkeeper, despite feigning humility after being glared at by Dai Qing, secretly made a fuss and decided to return the favor. As for how to do it, he would naturally need to use his expertise.

The shopkeeper stepped back, and the guest stepped forward.

This guest was the pastry monk.

The pastry monk was all smiles, almost radiating a spring-like glow.

"Madam Pang, there is something I need to tell you..."