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

"Cough cough."

Inside Ling Yao's room, Yun Meng groggily opened her eyes. After realizing where she was, she didn't rush to get out of bed. Instead, she looked up at the air and seemed to be talking to herself, "What's wrong with me?"

"We were ambushed? How could that be?"

Yunmeng sat up and touched her back with her left hand. There were no scars, but one spot was throbbing with pain, as if she had been burned.

Before she could even think about it carefully, the bed curtains were suddenly pulled open. Yunmeng instinctively made a defensive move, and only relaxed when she saw who it was.

"Your disciple is incompetent and has caused your master worry."

"No problem."

Ling Yao handed her a black pill, her expression calm, but her furrowed brows betrayed her worry.

"have eaten."

Yunmeng didn't ask anything, she just took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

The pills melt in your mouth, with a slightly bitter taste and a delicate fragrance that gives you a refreshing feeling.

"It's a remedy for restoring consciousness."

"Not bad, all your studies have paid off. With your current cultivation level, this is the best recovery pill available right now."

Ling Yao sat down on the chair next to the bed and praised Yun Meng, but the relief in her eyes did not ease her brows.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that this disciple's skills are not good enough and he was unable to survive the tribulation."

"is it?"

Ling Yao didn't say anything, but simply asked a question in return, as if she knew everything and was just waiting for her disciple to say it himself.

However, Yunmeng clearly did not intend to reveal that she had been attacked, and the two remained silent for a moment.

"Did I ever mention that I had a disciple?"

"Is that Senior Sister Shen Mengxi? I ​​heard she's the only one in a thousand years to ascend to immortality."

“That’s right, just seven years ago. You know what? As my only two disciples, you two are very similar in many ways.”

"Master, please speak."

Ling Yao picked up an empty teacup from the side and played with it in her hand, her eyes full of reminiscence.

“You all have the character ‘Dream’ in your names, and I love to call you ‘Dream’s. Moreover, I can see that you are all people with great fortune. The Foundation Establishment Tribulation should only have three strikes, but like Meng Xi back then, you both encountered an accident during your tribulation. When Meng Xi faced her last tribulation, nine lightning bolts appeared at the same time.”

"Is that so? It's a pity I'm not as strong as Senior Sister Shen and didn't survive the tribulation. It seems we're not that similar after all."

Hearing Yunmeng's remark, Ling Yao looked up at her and shook her head, saying:

"No, that's not what you're most like. What I'm trying to say is that you're all very talented and have your own rhythm in handling things, but you also both prefer to solve problems on your own and never want to talk to others about your difficulties."

As she spoke, Ling Yao's expression suddenly turned serious. She looked at Yun Meng and said in a calm but heavy tone, "Meng'er, you need to know that it's good to have independent abilities, but if you keep shutting others out like this, you will pay the price one day."

After saying that, Ling Yao put down her teacup, stood up and continued, "Your injuries require rest. I will always be in the outer hall. If you need anything, please come to me anytime."

Yunmeng watched Ling Yao turn and leave, gradually disappearing from sight, before lying back down, staring blankly at the roof beam.

Her left hand touched the white rabbit jade pendant at her waist, and she murmured to herself, "Should I shut them out? Do I?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, the head of the white rabbit jade pendant seemed to nod in response.

"Huh, really?"

Yunmeng turned over, whether intentionally pressing the jade pendant underneath or simply being sleepy, and the room returned to silence.

Thus, the world where only the White Rabbit Jade Pendant was injured was achieved.

On the other side, Ling Yao came to the outside of the palace and looked at the rising sun outside, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, she sighed and turned to go back inside, but she was bumped into the next second.

"Oh dear, is my brilliant mind alright?"

With that tone and those words, even if there were only three people on Spirit Medicine Peak, or even thirty thousand, she would know who they were.

Thinking she had bumped into a pillar, Yu Xianxian looked up and was surprised to find that the green pillar was actually a beautiful woman in red.

"Ah, Peak Master, good morning."

"It is quite early."

You see, Yu Xianxian is the type of person who will never stand if she can sit, and will never sit if she can lie down. The fact that she can wake up with the sun is truly extraordinary. Especially…

Ling Yao looked at the two black, unidentified objects in Yu Xianxian's hand, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and helplessness.

"What is this?"

"Ah, this is roasted sweet potato. It smells delicious, Peak Master, would you like one?"

Although she was still sitting on the ground, it was clear that Yu Xianxian was much more enthusiastic about promoting roasted sweet potatoes than when she stood up.

"No need, I have been fasting for many years and do not eat these foods."

Not to mention the roasted sweet potato that still smelled burnt; Ling Yao really doubted whether this thing was even edible.

"Ah, okay."

The light in Yu Xianxian's eyes vanished instantly. She stood up and felt that the results of her hard work all night were suddenly not so wonderful.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, wasn't Senior Sister Yun injured? I was thinking of coming to see her, but it would be impolite to come empty-handed. Besides, Senior Sister Yun cooks for me every day, so I was thinking of making something to help her recover."

Yu Xianxian raised her hands to show Ling Yao the roasted sweet potatoes in her hands, and continued, "I originally wanted to cook some porridge, but this was all that was left in the kitchen, so I had to roast sweet potatoes instead."

Although there weren't many people on Lingyao Peak, there were many houses. So seven years ago, Yunmeng found an empty house, tidied it up, and used it as a kitchen.

"I suppose this is your first time baking this."

"Ah, that's right. This is my first time cooking, but roasting sweet potatoes isn't too difficult. Do you think they turned out pretty well, Peak Master?"

Looking at the two strange, burnt lumps of food presented to her, Ling Yao fell silent.

If Yu Xianxian hadn't been kind-hearted and hadn't had a good relationship with Yunmeng, she would have really suspected that this girl genuinely wanted to poison Yunmeng.

"Oh, right, Peak Master, how is Senior Sister Yun doing now? Has she woken up? Can I go in and see her? I promise I won't disturb her."

"Meng'er has woken up."

Ling Yao turned to the side, a faint smile on her face.

"Go in and see her. I'm sure Meng'er will be very happy to see you."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Peak Master."

Seeing Yu Xianxian rush into the hall, Ling Yao decided not to go in either, and just stood outside watching the sunrise slowly rise into the sky.

Meanwhile, Yunmeng was lying peacefully in bed when she suddenly sensed someone behind her. Realizing it wasn't Ling Yao's presence, she instinctively turned around and attacked the person.

The next second, however, her hand was grasped by Yu Xianxian, and what appeared before her eyes was a pair of tearful eyes.

The air was quiet at this moment, except for the "rolling" sound of two black objects rolling to the ground.

"Senior Sister Yun, are you alright?"

Before Yunmeng could react, she was given a bear hug.

Then Yu Xianxian suddenly let go of her, exclaimed "My roasted sweet potato!" and bent down to pick up the two unidentified objects and handed them to Yunmeng.

"Senior Sister Yun, this is something I baked myself. You must try it. Eating something will help you recover your strength."

Yunmeng, who didn't want to eat: ...

"Didn't you see your master when you came in?"

Didn't Master say she needed to rest quietly? Why was Yu Xianxian allowed in? How can she possibly rest quietly like this?

"Ah, I've met you. The Peak Master said you'd be very happy."

Yunmeng, who couldn't be happy: ...Master, are you punishing your disciple?