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

"Please enlighten me, both of you."

As soon as Yunmeng, or rather Shen Mengxi, finished speaking, her sword had already severed a strand of Yuemei's hair.

Watching Yue Mei dodge the attack, Shen Mengxi couldn't help but click her tongue in her heart. She was a step too slow. Was her physical condition still too poor?

Realizing her mistake, Shen Mengxi immediately retreated, putting some distance between herself and Yue Mei.

Although the Demon Guardian Moon Enchantress is among the weakest of the four guardians in terms of strength and speed, the poisons she concocts have caused the immortal sects a great deal of suffering on numerous occasions. Even she and Ling Yao may not be able to escape unscathed after being poisoned.

"He said he was giving advice, but he really seemed to be going all out."

"As a famous saying goes, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. I consider myself a very good person to myself."

"Hey, you two, stop talking and start fighting!"

Tu Sheng, standing to the side, licked the blood off his hands; the wound that Shen Mengxi had inflicted was still bleeding profusely.

The boy looked at Shen Mengxi, his eyes filled with a warlike light. How wonderful! It had been a long time since he had encountered someone who could inflict such great damage on him. Even his powerful self-healing ability couldn't heal his wounds.

"Since you're not going to make a move, then I'll take this prey."

But the next second, he was stopped by Yue Mei.

"What did you just say your name was?"

Meeting Yue Mei's scrutinizing gaze, Shen Mengxi repeated herself expressionlessly, "I am Shen Mengxi."

He pointed the nameless sword at the two men and added, "I'm the one who will send you to hell."

Shen Mengxi? Shen Mengxi... Hmm, Shen Mengxi, this name sounds strangely familiar.

Tu Sheng, who hadn't paid much attention at first, started to think as he listened to their conversation. It wasn't until Yue Mei spoke that he realized why the name sounded familiar.

"Shen Mengxi, it's been so long since I've heard that name."

Yue Mei narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the person opposite her, and asked, "If you really are Shen Mengxi, then that means His Majesty must still be alive, right?"

Back then, during the battle between the Immortal Sect and the Demon Clan, everyone believed that Shen Mengxi had killed the Demon Lord and ascended to immortality. Only the peak masters of the Immortal Sect and their four protectors knew that in that battle, there was no clear winner or loser between the two, or rather, no one else knew who won or lost.

Because at that time, the two disappeared together, and even the forces of the immortal sects and the demon race could not find a trace of them, as if they had vanished from this world.

"Who knows? That guy is probably already in the deepest hell."

After Shen Mengxi finished speaking, she immediately attacked Yue Mei from the side, but was stopped by Tu Sheng when she was only a foot away from Yue Mei.

"Are you really that Shen Mengxi? His Majesty told us back then that you were very powerful and that we should not go up against you."

As Tu Sheng spoke, a bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes: "I'd like to see just how powerful you really are."

"It's not that powerful, just enough to kill you all."

As she spoke, Shen Mengxi ignored Tu Sheng's angry glare, used the momentum to flip herself from the air onto Tu Sheng's back, and didn't forget to kick Tu Sheng, who hadn't reacted yet.

"you……"

Just as Tu Sheng was about to curse, he felt his body fall uncontrollably to the ground. Looking down, he saw several thin needles stuck in his arm.

"Moon Spirit!"

Looking at her teammate who had been dealt a heavy blow, Yue Mei shrugged: "There's nothing I can do, this guy's reaction was too fast. And..."

Yue Mei raised her hand, and countless fine needles appeared in the air above her palm. She looked at Shen Mengxi with a solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, my Concealment Technique is no longer effective against this guy."

Since she had been discovered, Shen Mengxi didn't deny it. She took out a bottle of pink potion and said, "It's simple. I just sprinkled some of this on you."

"what is this?"

Yue Mei frowned as she looked at the potion she had never seen before and asked.

It clearly doesn't seem to have any toxic or healing properties, yet this thing can still break her concealment technique.

"Senior sister, how come you know how to make medicine? Could you help me try making some perfume? Ah, what's perfume? Hmm... it's a kind of potion that smells really nice. I don't know exactly how to make it, maybe just find some really fragrant flowers, crush them, and squeeze out the juice..."

"With your skills, Senior Sister can definitely make this easily. And it might even be useful in battle, stunning the enemy... hehe..."

"To mesmerize the enemy"—that does sound like something a fairy would say.

Shen Mengxi, who had just emerged from her memories, clearly had no intention of answering Yue Mei's questions. It seemed that this thing could indeed be used in battle.

The Concealment Technique allows one to unconsciously forget the existence of the enemy, but the faint fragrance in the air constantly reminds her that there is still an enemy present.

And this place, stained with blood, became an excellent cover for the fragrance. Even if one could smell it, how much attention would one pay to this aroma, which only had a soothing effect?

At least Yue Mei didn't care much about it, after all, even if the other party sprinkled the most potent poison, she was confident that she could dodge it.

"That is indeed impressive, but with your ordinary sword, can you possibly withstand my rain of needles?"

As she spoke, Yue Mei smiled, and countless fine needles flew into the sky from her hand before falling towards Shen Mengxi's position.

When dealing with someone who is equally proficient in pharmacology, Yue Mei knows very well that the inhaled poisons are basically useless, especially since the opponent is Shen Mengxi, whom they are wary of. Only by completely delivering the most potent poison into the opponent's body can it possibly have an effect.

Shen Mengxi naturally realized that the poison on the needle was not simple, and immediately raised her sword above her head to block it.

But within seconds, she noticed the sword in her hand beginning to corrode. It seemed the poison was effective not only on people but also on metal.

"Oh dear, it seems your sword is about to fail. Just a friendly reminder, don't even think about using your spiritual power to deflect it; my poison loves to enter the body through spiritual power."

Hearing the other party's confident laughter, Shen Mengxi said calmly, "Thank you for the reminder."

As she spoke, she reached into her storage bag and pulled out a bright green umbrella with a dozen thick tree roots coiled around its surface.

"The roots of the tortoise tree can absorb any toxins. Although its own toxicity makes it unsuitable as a medicinal material, it is quite good for refining weapons."

"This……"

Moon Demon took a step back, cold sweat beading on her face. She had forgotten that this person was not only skilled in swordsmanship and alchemy, but was an all-rounder.

After the needles had all fallen, Shen Mengxi calmly shook her umbrella, took out another sword from her storage bag, pointed it at Yue Mei, and said mercilessly, "Isn't it my turn now?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, a tremendous force suddenly struck her from the side, and Shen Mengxi was thrown against a mahogany pillar dozens of meters away.

Looking at the broken umbrella in her hand, "Black Hand" Tu Sheng sneered, "Looks like your magic weapon isn't very durable after all."