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

"Which peak are you a disciple from? What are you doing here causing trouble?"

"Hehehe, what a pretty young lady! Can I have your contact information?"

Hearing this nonsensical answer, Ling Yao frowned. Why did this disciple seem a little dim-witted?

“Nonsense! I am Ling Yao, the peak master of Lingyao Peak. Even if you don’t know me, you shouldn’t speak such rude words on Lingyao Peak.”

Ling Yao, the peak master of Spirit Medicine Peak? Yu Xianxian felt like she'd heard that name somewhere before, but how could it be? How could there be a Spirit Medicine Peak or a peak master in the real world? Those are just things from novels…

Oh, right, Yu Xianxian remembered, there seems to be such a character in her novel, and her name is also Ling Yao.

Instantly, Yu Xianxian's pupils contracted sharply as she looked back at the stunningly beautiful woman before her.

Dressed in red, with a beauty mark under her left eye and a red lotus pattern on her forehead, everything seemed to fit perfectly!

Yu Xianxian was dumbfounded again. How could she dream about the characters she created?

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing the person in front of him go from initial fervor to confusion and then to shock, Ling Yun didn't know what Yu Xianxian was imagining, but he felt that this disciple might really not be very smart.

The next second, Ling Yao became even more certain of her idea. Because Yu Xianxian raised her hand and gave her a huge slap, without the slightest hesitation.

"Ouch, that hurts. Why did I hit so hard?"

Ling Yao: ...Maybe it's because you have a serious mental illness.

"Oh no! I've really transmigrated into a book! What should I do? What should I do? Is there any hope for me?"

Yu Xianxian covered her bright red cheek while howling, which Ling Yao couldn't bear to hear any longer, so she cast a spell to silence her.

Oh no, I can't speak!

Yu Xianxian covered her face with one hand and poked her throat with the other, looking pitiful, as if she had just escaped from some mental hospital.

“I’ve cast a silencing spell on you. If you promise me you won’t make any more noise, I’ll remove it.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xianxian nodded frantically, afraid that if she hesitated even a second, the other party would be unhappy and refuse to untie her.

Seeing this, Ling Yao gently waved her hand and restored the spell. At the same time, she felt a coolness on her face, and Yu Xianxian felt that her face no longer hurt.

"I've helped you get rid of the swelling on your face. Don't cover it up anymore, it's ugly."

Yu Xianxian immediately lowered her hand, her eyes sparkling again as she looked at Ling Yao. As expected of the beautiful and kind-hearted Ling Yao, she even helped her restore her face.

As for the frame where Ling Yao said she was ugly, it was automatically edited out by the filter in Yu Xianxian's mind.

"I'll ask you one more time, which peak are you a disciple from? How did you end up here?"

In the original text, Ling Yao is a quiet person with extremely high standards for judging people. Since she became the peak master of Lingyao Peak, no disciple other than her daughter, the female lead, has been able to stay at Lingyao Peak.

If it weren't for her daughter's exceptional talent in alchemy, her humble attitude in seeking knowledge, and her mature and reserved nature—meeting all of Ling Yao's requirements for a disciple—Ling Yao wouldn't have agreed to let her learn alchemy from her.

Of course, as an all-around female lead, Ling Yao is not the only master of her daughter, but the female lead is Ling Yao's only disciple.

It's a pity that her disciple ascended to immortality, while Ling Yao, the master, is still managing these medicinal herbs alone on Spirit Medicine Peak.

For this reason, Ling Yao directly asked Yu Xianxian which peak she was a disciple of, without assuming she was from the Spirit Medicine Peak.

"Uh, that..."

Yu Xianxian couldn't answer any of Ling Yao's questions. She wasn't a disciple of any peak, nor did she know why she was there.

Does she have to say that this world is a book, that she is the author who created the book, and that she was struck by lightning and ended up here?

Regardless of whether the other party would believe it, these words alone were enough to make them send her to get her brain checked.

"Speaking of which, what you're wearing doesn't seem to be the clothing of our immortal sect."

Yu Xianxian: ...What should I do? What should I do? What if Sister Ling Yao discovers that she is not from the immortal sect and then mistakes her for a bad person and executes her on the spot?

"Are you a new disciple who fell off the spirit boat and accidentally ended up at Spirit Medicine Peak?"

Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, in Ling Yao's mind, this is the most reasonable explanation.

All senior disciples would be dressed in the robes of the immortal sect, and few would dare to cause such a ruckus on her Spirit Medicine Peak. This person was unlikely to have sneaked in, as their immortal sect's array was no mere decoration; anyone not from the immortal sect, without being brought in by someone, would need at least the strength of a peak master to pass through.

As for why we're certain Yu Xianxian doesn't possess that kind of strength, just look at how badly she was chased by the first-tier man-eating grass. If it were truly powerful, being chased so pathetically would have been impossible; the normal procedure would have been to silently kill it upon entering.

"Yes, disciple Yu Xianxian has offended Peak Master Ling. I am truly impolite and beg Peak Master's punishment."

Although she didn't know how the other party could tell she was a newly accepted disciple, Yu Xianxian immediately clasped her hands and bowed at a 90-degree angle to apologize.

The change in appearance was so drastic that Ling Yao almost thought the person she had just met was not the same person as the one she was seeing now.

"Alright, you've only passed the first trial, you're not qualified to call yourselves disciples yet. I won't bother with a newcomer like you. I also need to get to the main hall, so you can come with me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xianxian really wanted to give Ling Yao a thumbs up. She truly was beautiful inside and out; although she often said hurtful things, her heart was genuinely made of tofu.

But the next second, Yu Xianxian realized something was wrong. She wasn't a selected disciple, so going there would expose her secret.

Of course, the truth is, she had no choice but to go.

At this moment, Ling Yao had already taken out her natal magic weapon, the Red Jade Lotus.

The pink lotus flower gradually grew larger in the air, and the originally merged petals gradually dispersed, just like a blooming lotus flower. No matter how many times you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye from the bottom of your heart.

Without saying a word, Ling Yao grabbed Yu Xianxian's hand, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and the two of them flew together onto the Red Jade Lotus.

"Stand still and don't move. I won't be responsible if you fall."

Yu Xianxian nodded blankly. As the red jade lotus moved rapidly through the air, Yu Xianxian was also bewildered in the wind.

What should we do now?