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

"Hey, have you heard? The Fu family in Liucheng was massacred a few days ago."

"Ah, I've heard that Master Fu is usually very kind and generous, how could he have suffered such a tragedy?"

"Who says otherwise? I heard that something called a demon is running rampant today, and the Fu family has probably offended it..."

With a loud crash, the two people on the other side, who hadn't even finished speaking, instinctively turned around to find the source of the sound.

They hadn't looked away, but that one glance brought them together in a pair of eyes filled with resentment. Even though the gaze came from a boy in his early teens, it still made them feel uneasy.

Sitting at the same table as this boy were a slightly older boy and a man with a cold expression. At this moment, another boy was looking at the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground with a pained expression.

"Oh dear, what are you doing? Don't waste food even if you're not going to eat it."

"I didn't say I wanted to eat it."

"you……"

Lin Yu really didn't know what to do with Fu Yan's temper. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was covered in blood just a few days ago, he would really want to show this kid what the senior brother's authority was like.

"You can't recover without eating something."

As Si Ming spoke, he pushed the bowl in front of him towards Fu Yan, only to be stared at by the latter with a suspicious gaze.

Is it really clean inside?

"Hey you……."

Si Ming pressed down on Lin Yu, who had already started rolling up his sleeves, his tone still indifferent, yet inexplicably giving people a sense of security.

“If we wanted to harm you, we would have let you die in that house yesterday.”

Perhaps she was truly hungry, or perhaps Si Ming's words were somewhat convincing, Fu Yan remained silent for a few seconds before finally taking the bowl and chopsticks and eating bite by bite.

"Could you tell us what exactly happened?"

"It's not some kind of demon..."

Because he was still chewing, Fu Yan's words sounded somewhat unclear, but the other two's cultivation levels did not allow them to misunderstand each other's words, as well as the hatred contained within them.

“I know those guys aren’t demons, they’re just people.”

Everyone who lives in Liucheng knows that Master Fu is a kind and generous man who often helps the refugees who have fallen into Liucheng.

Unfortunately, not all acts of kindness are rewarded.

A few nights ago, before Fu Yan had fallen asleep, he heard several heavy sounds of objects falling to the ground.

At first he thought it was just some clumsy servants who had knocked something over, but as the faint light from the fire outside the window drew closer, he realized something was wrong.

Fu Yan opened the door, and what greeted him was a gleaming white blade.

A masked man in black stood at his doorway, followed by several others dressed similarly, and further back were several corpses lying motionless on the ground.

While he was still stunned in surprise, the sharp blade in the other person's hand came at him and cut a big gash in his chest.

A sharp pain shot through him, forcing him to cry out. He then collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

The masked men probably thought he was dead. So they stepped over his body and entered his room to search it thoroughly.

In a corner unseen by these people, Fu Yan, who had been lying on the ground, stood up again.

He endured the excruciating pain and ran towards his parents' courtyard.

The Fu family was broken into, and the path was littered with mangled corpses.

Reason told him that the best thing to do now was to leave secretly, but his inner voice kept trying to persuade him otherwise.

Perhaps the thieves sneaked in through his yard, and the people in the other yards are still unaware of what's happening. So he should go find his parents now and tell them there's danger.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel.

In the end, all Fu Yan could find was a cold corpse and the thief who discovered his whereabouts.

"Hey, there's a little one over there."

"Grab him quickly, don't let him get away!"

At this point, Fu Yan's body was beginning to feel cold due to excessive blood loss.

But his survival instinct still drove him toward the small gate of the Fu family. Perhaps it was because of his good luck, or perhaps it was because there was nothing in this remote place that could attract the attention of thieves, but he actually managed to leave.

But after leaving the Fu family, Fu Yan did not ask any household for help, but instead ran straight into the deep mountains.

Heh, he'd rather die in the belly of a wild beast than trust these people in human skin anymore.

Because he was a firsthand witness, he knew that those guys weren't demons, but... people.

Moreover, he recognized the voices of several of those people; they were the voices of the refugees his father had recently helped.

"The Fu family incident happened three days ago. Have you encountered anything in the mountains these past few days?"

Si Ming and Lin Yu arrived in Liucheng the day before yesterday, their purpose being to find Fu Yan.

But when they arrived at the Fu family home, they were told that the entire family had been wiped out, with no one surviving.

"Master, this can't be..."

Lin Yu hadn't expected things to go so wrong, and what worried him even more was that if that man was behind it...

Si Ming looked at the mansion reduced to ruins by the fire, and after a moment of silence, said, "It can't be him. He never has the time to do these unnecessary things. Besides, if it really were him, the Heavenly Dao wouldn't remain silent."

Then, Si Ming looked up at the endless mountain range outside the city.

"Let's go over there and have a look."

Whether it was fate or luck, Fu Yan was found by the two men in a dilapidated house within half an hour.

When Fu Yan was found, he had countless wounds on his body, and even a shocking scar on his chest.

"Master, how is he?"

"His several serious injuries seem to have been treated, so his life is not in danger. Let's take him back first and make further plans after he wakes up."

Only today has Fu Yan, who was in a coma, finally woke up.

However, his mental state after waking up was not good. The moment he opened his eyes and saw Si Ming and Lin Yu, his first reaction was to quickly shrink to the corner and look at the two of them warily, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Who are you? Where am I?

"Don't worry, you're in an ordinary inn right now. My name is Lin Yu, and I'm your future senior brother. As for this man, he's your future master. We picked him up from that dilapidated house."

"What's this mess?"

Lin Yu's words did nothing to dispel Fu Yan's suspicions, and in the end, it was Si Ming who had to explain.

"Our identities are not important right now. Instead, you should first check if there is anything else that feels uncomfortable in your body."

Fu Yan reached into his clothes and found that all his injuries had been treated. Except for the shocking wound on his chest, which still had some traces, none of the other wounds had left any scars.

"Did you save me?"

"Of course. Don't worry, your little injury is easily healed by your master."

Unfortunately, Lin Yu's praise received no response from anyone. Fu Yan stopped looking at this guy who seemed to be missing a screw in his head and instead looked at Si Ming.

"Why did you save me? What is your purpose? I have nothing on me to repay you."

Lin Yu's expression turned somewhat displeased upon hearing the series of questions from the other party.

"What do you mean? Do you think we, master and disciple, are the kind of despicable people who save people only to get something in return?"

Who says you have nothing to repay kindness with?

"That's right, Master, that's not right."

Compared to Lin Yu's slow realization, Fu Yan seemed to have expected it all along, and gave a cold laugh.

"Ha, I have nothing left but my life now."

"Then I'll take your life, shall I?"

At this moment, Gospel was picking at the food in his bowl, looking extremely hungry, but he wasn't so foolish as to lose sight of the important matter at hand.

Why did you take me as your disciple?

"There is no reason why you should not worship. If you do not wish to, you may choose not to worship."

Si Ming paused slightly halfway through his sentence, but still finished speaking.

“Are you awesome?”

"That depends on who you compare him to, but he's generally stronger than most mortals."

"If that's the case, then if I learn your skills, could you perhaps defeat the enemy who harmed my entire family...?"

Fu Yan was interrupted by Si Ming before she could finish speaking.

"Those who cultivate should not fight against ordinary people."

Just as Fu Yan was about to frown and ask, "Then what's the use of me learning all this?", Si Ming changed the subject.

"But I have many spells and elixirs that can make evildoers confess their crimes."

"what do you mean……"

"Although we can't manage matters in the mortal world, the local government can still do something about it."

"But I don't trust those guys."

Those who were once treated kindly by them will become the blades that pierce them, let alone others.

"Then do you trust me?"

Si Ming's words pulled Fu Yan back from the memory of that night. He stared intently at the man in front of him, whose eyes were clear, without any fluctuation or calculation.

More importantly, the other person's gentle and all-encompassing temperament reminded him of the idol his mother often worshipped. If that idol were to take human form, would it resemble the person before him?

"Okay, I believe you."

In the end, the God of Fate did indeed do as he promised, allowing the thieves to surrender to the authorities and receive the punishment they deserved.

As for Fu Yan, he took back the valuables that those guys had stolen from his home.

He used the money to bury his parents, and left the rest to the relatives of the deceased servants, since he no longer needed it.

"Is everything packed?"

"I've already packed up, Master. As for my junior brother, cough cough, I don't know."

Lin Yu's tone was quite smug at this moment, after all, with Fu Yan's arrival, he was no longer the youngest.

But his smile soon faded, because the other person, right in front of Si Ming, pulled a wine flask from his bundle.

"Master, my senior brother has been secretly drinking again without your knowledge..."

"Hey, you betrayed me, kid."

Following the two out of the city gate, Fu Yan looked back one last time at the place where he had lived for more than ten years, and then turned and left without looking back.

"By the way, when we found you, your wounds had already been given some basic treatment. Do you know who it was?"

"Can not remember."

In fact, Fu Yan couldn't remember much about what happened after he escaped from the Fu mansion. He didn't know why he was still alive, nor did he know how he got to that dilapidated little house.

The only thing he could remember was a childish voice before his consciousness faded and the black wings behind the other person.

Now, the pair of black wings he remembered are no longer there.

Since the maintainer of the Immortal Sect's grand formation changed from Lin Yu to Fu Yan, he has been unable to leave the Immortal Sect.

Most of the affairs of the Immortal Sect also fell to his shoulders. Although this was the case before, Lin Yu could not slack off in front of him so openly before.

"Oh, the wine from the mortal realm is still the best. Junior brother, you always refused to bring me any before, but now I can finally go out on my own, hehe."

As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, the other party gave him a death stare.

"Since you have so much free time, why don't you help your junior brother with some matters?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu coughed twice and then abruptly changed the subject.

"Sigh, lately, the disciples of Lingjian Peak have been coming to me to spar... cough, I mean, to have a friendly match. I just came here to avoid the limelight, Junior Brother. Speaking of which, your disciple went to the Senluo Palace these past few days. That's the territory of the demon race. Aren't you worried?"

As for how Lin Yu found out about this, it was naturally because his precious disciple had also gone there.

"What's there to worry about? They've been through a lot, and they can handle their own affairs. Besides, even if something really happens, aren't there two guys who sneaked out to keep an eye on things?"

"That's true."

Lin Yu nodded, and then continued to drink quietly.

Seeing Lin Yu like this, Fu Yan could only sigh, shake his head, and say, "Fine, let him be. As long as he can be quiet, that's enough."

Lin Yu remained quiet, but soon someone came to disturb him again.

"Second senior brother."

"Hey, your third junior sister is here to see you, junior brother."

Seeing that it was Ling Yao, Fu Yan didn't say much, but waited for her to speak.

"Junior sister, what is it?"

"There seems to be some unusual activity in the Immortal Spirit Realm."

When Fu Yan and Ling Yao arrived at the secret realm, they saw a huge green creature wreaking havoc everywhere.

"Senior Long Yan, what's wrong...?"

As disciples of Si Ming, they naturally knew Long Yan.

If their master hadn't deliberately deceived them, then this person—no, this dragon—was hatched from a dragon egg he found in the ruins of the Heavenly Realm.

After that, his master arranged for him to stay here as the guardian of the secret temple.

But now, the other party is wreaking havoc on the spirit beasts in other secret realms.

"Oh, isn't this the master's disciple? What business do you have with this old man?"

"Finding her is suitable." The two looked at the trees around them, which had been completely transformed, and their lips twitched involuntarily.

Does this dragon truly lack self-awareness?

But before the two could speak, Long Yan looked at Fu Yan and suddenly called out again.

"Hey, aren't you the guy who got trapped in the illusion array 200 years ago?"

Fu Yan: ...

"At that time, my skills were not good enough..."

Unfortunately, the other party didn't let him finish speaking, but instead looked at Ling Yao beside him.

"Oh, isn't this the girl from your illusion? Why do you always wear red? You two..."

Long Yan suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Strange, why did he feel a chill on the back of his neck?

"Senior Long Yan, may we now discuss the destructive things you caused in the secret realm?"

"Hey, old master, you're just bored because there's no demonic energy guarding you. Hey, why do you have to look at me like that?"

Fu Yan's eyes were indeed terrifying, just like when Yu Xianxian impersonated Ling Bai and almost exposed his biggest secret.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Cough cough, it's nothing, junior sister. You're not fully recovered yet, you should go back first. I'll discuss this with Senior Long Yan."

He was afraid that if Ling Yao stayed here any longer, all his secrets would be exposed.