The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

"Damn it, these bastards actually attacked the token directly! Have they no shame?"

"What, brother? You also encountered that bandit group that directly attacked the token?"

"Yeah, the problem is that as soon as I got back, I found that my storage bag was gone. I don't know when these guys did it."

"Hey, me too. But we weren't attacked by the token. Five of us were knocked unconscious from behind. When we woke up, we were already here, and all our belongings were gone."

"Then you must have run into that bandit gang. These guys never fight fair and square; they always resort to dirty tricks."

"Ahhh, I heard that they robbed almost half of the teams this time. If guys like that get first place, it's an injustice!"

"Yeah yeah."

……

In the empty rooms on Spirit Medicine Peak, most of the disciples who had been assigned to heal were cursing, and they were all cursing the same five people.

"If I ever run into these five guys in the Immortal Sect again, I'll definitely..."

"Hey, five? Why do I remember seeing six?"

"Whether it's five or six, I'll remember that guy from the Spirit Weapon Peak. If I ever run into him again, I'm definitely going to take him to the arena and have a good fight. Let's see what this underhanded kid is capable of!"

Just then, six figures suddenly appeared at the door. Shangguan Huan, the disciple of Lingqi Peak who had just been talked about, was the first to enter and greet them.

"Hello, fellow senior and junior sisters! We've come to visit you."

The neglected senior and junior disciples: ...Is this kid doing this on purpose? This room is clearly for male disciples to rest in.

Oh, no.

The next second, everyone suddenly realized that this was the team that had tricked them. And now, they dared to show their faces again.

Instantly, all the disciples were in an uproar. These despicable villains must be taught a lesson this time.

So the male disciple who was closest to them ignored his injuries and jumped in front of them with a "whoosh," and then... he was slapped in the head by Ling Yao and sent to a corner to shut himself off.

"Once you're healed, you can leave Spirit Medicine Peak."

"Ah, no, no, no, it's no good, it's our fault for being so offensive. Please forgive us, Peak Master Lingyao."

The disciples silently climbed back into bed, behaving as obediently as children.

Script: Compared to Ling Yao, they are just children, only in their twenties or thirties.

"Since it's a competition, it's simply that you're not skilled enough, so how can you blame others?"

"But they used dirty tricks."

One of the male disciples couldn't help but retort, but his tone was so weak that he was afraid he would be thrown out and starve if he wasn't careful.

"Playing dirty tricks? What do you mean by playing dirty tricks? If you were a demon, do you think you would fight me fair and square?"

One of the sorcerers said he could, since no one else could beat him anyway.

Yu Xianxian: Go away, go away, dead people are not worthy to speak.

A certain monk: ...

"Leaving aside the demon race, there are countless conspiracies and schemes in this world. If you don't even have this much awareness, even if you reach a high level, you may still be defeated by a mortal."

Ling Yao frowned, looking at the disciples in the room who were gradually lowering their heads or pulling the blankets to hide their expressions. She sighed inwardly. Most of the people here were children with little life experience; they were just too naive.

Having stayed in the immortal sect to cultivate, coupled with the defeat of the demon race, these disciples' ambition and vigilance have been weakening.

Ling Yao turned her gaze to the people around her, hoping that this time they might be able to make these people understand some principles.

but……

"Shangguan Huan, Lin Zifu, and Meng'er, these disciples are entrusted to your care."

As she spoke, she looked at the three people on the other side: "Let's go, there's another room for female disciples to heal, I'll leave it to you."

Then, she grabbed Yu Xianxian, who was trying to sneak away, and gave her an extremely kind look: "Don't even think about running away from me."

Yu Xianxian: ……

Nodding vigorously, he said, "Yes, Peak Master, no problem, Peak Master."

While saying things against her will, Yu Xianxian was silently crying inside. Why did she have to take care of these disciples again after just coming out of the secret realm? She just wanted to rest.

Is she really just a born tragic working-class person?

...Let's go back to an hour earlier, when Yunmeng and the others kindly saw off the "Avengers" group of more than a dozen people out of the secret realm.

At the time, Fu Yan didn't realize the seriousness of the situation until Ling Qi told him, "Hey, Second Senior Brother, it seems there's only one team left. Does that mean the competition is over?"

"Hmm, only one team left?"

"Hmm, but there are still two days before the secret realm closes."

"Let them stay inside a little longer. Maybe they'll encounter some opportunities during this time."

Fu Yan rubbed his temples. In the past two days, disciples had been continuously being sent out, and their injuries varied, so how to settle them had become a major problem.

In addition, Fu Yan has been dealing with various matters that should have been handled by some unreliable senior brother in the past few days, and he feels that he is starting to lose his hair.

But before he could even rest, Ling Yao came in again.

"I need some manpower. There are too many disciples to treat, and it would be best if they knew some pharmacology."

"The injury is so severe, can't it be healed by medicine?"

"If the medicine can cure it, is it necessary to carry it to my Spirit Medicine Peak?"

Fu Yan: ...That seems to make sense. He's so busy right now that his mind is a bit of a mess.

It's strange, I don't know why these injured disciples' wounds can't be healed no matter how good the medicine is, but ordinary methods can have some effect.

Fu Yan stood up and started walking out, asking, "How many people urgently need treatment? I'll go down the mountain to find some ordinary doctors."

"Oh, there aren't many seriously injured."

"Bang!" It was the sound of Fu Yan falling flat on his face.

"Third Junior Sister, there's no need to rush."

Surprisingly, Fu Yan spoke the words "Third Junior Sister" with a hint of gritted teeth.

“You know that staying at Spirit Medicine Peak for too long is not good for these disciples. If possible, I would like to have more manpower.”

As she spoke, Ling Yao sighed again and said, "If Meng'er were here at a time like this, she would be able to manage on her own."

The next second, Yunmeng and the other six were forcibly teleported back by Fu Yan.

"Hey, my rod moved, it moved... Hey, where's the lake?"

Yu Xianxian stared at the fishing rod in her hand, looking at the floor with wide eyes, until Yunmeng patted her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw Fu Yan with a mischievous grin.

Yes, a wicked grin. Although Fu Yan, the sixth brother, smiled so normally on the surface, Yu Xianxian knew very well that this guy was definitely up to no good.

Lin Zifu was equally aware of this, and he even stood up almost reflexively, ready to run away, but Fu Yan grabbed his shoulder.

"Zifu, why are you running? I was just about to congratulate you on winning first place!"

Lin Zifu: ...Oh no, this is going to be bad.