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

"You're not kidding me, are you? They really are here."

"What did I lie to you about?"

Yu Xianxian stood on the high building and looked down, hoping to see Yunmeng and the others, but after looking for a long time, she didn't see a single person.

"So you're a wandering immortal. No wonder you're so powerful. You took down so many bandits in one go. Even I couldn't do that."

Yu Xianxian, who had just given up on finding Yunmeng and happened to overhear this, said: ...No, it's perfectly normal that you can't do it.

They were currently in the audience section of the arena. A circular building made of mahogany surrounded the central arena. The top two floors were reserved for high-ranking officials and nobles, while the lower floors were a rest area for cultivators.

From here, one can clearly see everything happening in the arena below. Unfortunately, the arena competition hasn't started yet, and the participating cultivators are still waiting in the rest area. Even on the highest floor, Yu Xianxian can't see a single person.

"Ha, a bunch of fools, being made a fool of by mortals for their own glory."

Si Tu in her consciousness started babbling again. Yu Xianxian rolled her eyes and then said, "Yes, yes, how can everyone be like you, with not only strength but also power and influence?"

"Heh, good to know."

Si Tu snorted coldly. He was just thinking that this woman wasn't so annoying today, but the next second, he almost vomited blood again.

"It's just a pity that our powerful and influential Demon Lord is now only a soul left. How the tables have turned! Poor thing..."

"If you say another word, believe me, I can make you jump off and smash to pieces right now."

Yu Xianxian: ……

Pshaw, living in someone else's body and still acting so arrogant? Just because you're so powerful? What's so great about it? If this were a society governed by law, you'd have to pay her rent, pshaw.

Are you secretly cursing me?

"No, no, no, how could I dare offend the powerful and petty Demon Lord?"

The petty-minded Si Tu: ...Although, it's true that there's some truth to that. He is indeed very petty, so petty that if he wanted to take revenge on someone, he wouldn't kill her, but rather make her suffer a fate worse than death forever.

At this moment, Yunmeng and the others were quietly discussing their countermeasures in a room. The reason they were quiet was that there were not only the four of them in the room, but also many loose immortals, and these loose immortals looked at them like lambs to the slaughter.

No wonder, among a group of Golden Core stage and even Nascent Soul stage loose immortals, only a few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, how could they not be targeted?

However, having already decided to lose, they felt no burden at all. After all, winning might not be easy, but losing was easy, wasn't it?

Just pretend to get hit and fly out of the ring. According to the rules, leaving the ring means you lose. See how simple that is?

"How about it? I told you this outfit was nice, right? It's made of the same material as the disciples' robes, and it can repair itself."

Bai Ge glanced at the sleeve that was being repaired and nodded, saying, "Your clothes may be a bit ugly, but they are indeed very useful."

Shangguan Huan: ...The first half of the sentence can be omitted. He's a grown man making clothes, four sets at that. Do you think it's easy for him?

"Is it really okay not to bring Xianxian? Won't she feel abandoned?"

Yunmeng shook her head: "She can't participate in this."

Bai Ge nodded: "Indeed, as a demon, Xianxian is not suitable to show her face."

"Don't worry, I have entrusted the matter to the Prime Minister. He will not mind if Xianxian stays at the Prime Minister's residence for a few more days."

Upon hearing Su Jin'er's words, Bai Ge immediately smiled and said, "As expected, the old man looks like a good person."

Shangguan Huan, who was standing to the side, hesitated to speak: ...Never mind, the Prime Minister isn't here anyway, and I'm used to it.

"By the way, what should we do with this cat?"

Bai Ge pointed at the black cat on Su Jin'er's shoulder and asked, "Jin'er, are you going to bring this cat onto the arena? By the way, are cats allowed on the arena?"

"I don't know either, but this cat doesn't want to come down, so I can only try to get down as quickly as possible and then try my best to protect it from getting hurt. As for whether I can bring it in, that's another matter. If I can't, then I'll have to use some forceful methods."

As Su Jin'er spoke, she rubbed her forehead, feeling as if she were being entangled.

Bai Ge looked at the cat curiously, but the black cat was licking its paws and didn't pay any attention to Bai Ge.

"By the way, Jin'er, it's so clingy to you, could this be the black cat you mentioned before?"

"No, my cat was missing a front leg at the time, so it definitely wasn't."

As Su Jin'er spoke, she lowered her eyes again. She had originally planned to take the cat with her, but unexpectedly, the day before she was to leave, the cat disappeared without a trace and she never saw it again.

Bai Ge never expected that her words could cause the other person to feel sad, so this time she obediently let Shangguan Huan cover her mouth and pull her away.

Su Jin'er's face softened as she saw the black cat on her shoulder with one of its front paws pressed against her face. When she came to her senses, the black cat patted her gently, as if to comfort her.

"Thank you."

"Esteemed immortals, the arena is about to begin. Please prepare yourselves."

Upon hearing this message, Yunmeng looked at Su Jin'er, Shangguan Huan, and Bai Ge beside her, and said, "It's time to go. Be careful on the arena."

……

Inside the palace, in a dark room, a man sitting on the dragon throne called out, "Cang Mu, is the arena about to begin?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A man in a black robe knelt on the ground below, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture to the man above.

"Well, soon there will be fresh rogue cultivators arriving again."

"As long as Your Majesty desires, there can be as many free spirits as you want."

Upon hearing this, the man on the dragon throne let out a chilling laugh.

But then his tone changed, "How long has it been? You're all rogue cultivators, not a single disciple from a sect? You're a piece of trash."

"Your Majesty, please don't be offended. The rules of the immortal sect are strict, and disciples are not allowed to interfere in worldly affairs. Therefore, those who can come to this arena are mostly rogue cultivators."

"Really? That's strange, but why do I feel like I can smell the scent of a disciple from a cultivation sect?"

"This... Your Majesty is not mistaken, is it?"

The man sniffed the air and then confirmed, "I'm not mistaken. These disciples of the immortal sects are all connected to the Soul Stone. I could tell just by smelling it."

"Your Majesty means..."

The man let out another chilling laugh and said, "Find those disciples from the immortal sects. Make sure they win. I want to deal with them myself."

"Yes."