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

Ling Yao knew from a young age that she was extraordinary, just like her father. Her father had a pair of black wings on his back, while she had half a pair.

Ling Yao didn't know why this was happening, and she didn't understand why her parents wanted to live with her in the deep mountains. Was it because of the wings on her back that she couldn't hide?

So every day she would stand on the mountain and look out at the town below.

Although she couldn't hear the hustle and bustle of the city, she longed for it just by watching the crowds coming and going.

Today, Ling Yao ran home happily. She had found a friend, but unfortunately, the other person was seriously injured, and they didn't even get a chance to talk before the person fainted.

Her parents forbade her from associating with strangers, but they also said that one should not be without kindness. Although she had simply bandaged the other person's wounds, she knew that something bad would have happened if there were no medicine.

She went back to get some medicine to save the person, promising it would only happen once.

But the cold reality did not give her that opportunity.

"That is……"

On her way home, Ling Yao suddenly saw several people with black wings, just like her, leaving from the sky.

At this moment, she felt no joy at seeing her own kind, because her parents had told her that if she saw these people, she should run far away. But why were those people leaving from the direction of her home?

Although Ling Yao had a bad feeling, when she returned home and saw the two corpses lying in a pool of blood, surprise and sadness still overwhelmed her.

"Father, mother..."

Ling Yao knelt beside the corpses, gently shaking them, hoping they were just asleep. But no matter how she shook them, they would never wake up again.

Ling Yao sat there on the ground, motionless. She didn't know how much time had passed; her body seemed to have lost all sensation, until...

"There are actually people living here. May I trouble you for a moment...?"

When Wu Chan first met Ling Yao, he saw her sitting on the blood-stained ground with a deathly expression, and beside her were two already cold corpses.

"you……"

Wu Chan was about to say something, but at this moment, Ling Yao, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to have been suddenly turned on, and tears mixed with blood flowed down her face.

"They're dead, dead..."

Wu Chan hadn't expected the other person to suddenly burst into tears, and for a moment he was at a loss. He could only squat down and hug her to offer some comfort until Ling Yao's crying gradually stopped.

After helping Ling Yao bury her parents, Wu Chan squatted down and looked at her.

Do you still have any family?

"Nothing."

Wu Chan sighed upon hearing this. He had encountered homeless orphans along his journey, but the black wings of one of them meant she could not be adopted by an ordinary family, and he…

"Are you leaving?"

Wu Chan's sleeve was suddenly grabbed by the girl in front of him. The girl looked to be no more than seven or eight years old and was thin. If she were left alone, she probably wouldn't live much longer.

But before he could figure out how to deal with the other party, Ling Yao spoke up.

"I have an injured friend, can you help me one more time?"

Wu Chan followed Ling Yao to a dilapidated house, but there was no one inside.

“That’s strange, he should be here.”

"Are you talking about an injured boy in blue?"

"Yes, yes, he looks a little older than me."

"When I was going up the mountain, I saw two people carrying the boy down the mountain from a distance. He had probably been taken back by his family."

Come to think of it, one of the figures seemed somewhat familiar to him.

"is it?"

The girl smiled—the first smile Wu Chan had ever seen—but she quickly lowered her head, her eyes vacant as she murmured to herself, "He went home..."

But her home was gone.

Would you like to come out for a walk with me?

Upon hearing Wu Chan's voice, Ling Yao looked up at him. A glimmer of light returned to her eyes, but her words were rather hurtful.

"Would you like to become a monk like me?"

"Women who become nuns should be called nuns, no, I am not a monk, I lost my hair simply because... I just felt it would be cooler this way."

"But the weather is quite cool now."

"Ahem, do you want to leave with me or not?"

Ling Yao didn't speak, but simply reached out and tightly grasped the other person's sleeve, expressing her inner thoughts through silent action.

Thus, the two people, who were originally all alone, began to travel together.

"Wu Chan, your medicine is amazing. It can even help me hide my black wings."

"Ahem, I am a cultivator, though my skills are indeed mediocre. But this little trick is not difficult for me. By the way, this medicine can only be used for one day. Don't forget to take it again after twelve hours."

"it is good."

In Wu Chan's view, Ling Yao was a very well-behaved child, but some of her words and actions were indeed...

In the words of one of his friends, this is probably what is called natural tan.

"Yao'er, you should leave some of this meat for this old man."

"But aren't you a monk? Can monks eat meat?"

"Oh dear, I've told you so many times, I'm not a monk."

"But you don't have any hair."

"Hey, who told you that someone without hair is a monk? Tell me, I'm going to have a go at him."

"But even if you're not a monk, didn't you say that cultivators don't need to eat?"

No Zen: ...

"Ahem, I ran into a friend yesterday. I'll take you to meet him tomorrow. He's quite the expert."

"Is he a monk too?"

"I've already said, I'm not a monk."

The next day, Ling Yao did indeed meet a man who did not seem to be an ordinary person.

"Brother Si Ming, may my young friend become your disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yao gripped Wu Chan's robe tightly.

"I don't want him, he doesn't look human."

No Zen: ...

"How can you speak like that, young lady? Brother Siming's cultivation is the most profound among all the people I have ever met, and his character is beyond reproach."

"I don't want it anyway."

"You girl..."

In the end, it was Siming who spoke.

"If she doesn't want to, then forget it."

Ling Yao still remembers the other person's smile. It had a cool and aloof air about it, but it also gave people a sense of warmth, like the warm sun in winter.

"If you change your mind, you can come anytime."

Ling Yao still decided to leave with Wu Chan. Although following Wu Chan meant constantly enduring wind and rain, and going hungry at least once every three days, Ling Yao did not complain at all.

The other party had no obligation to take care of her. Moreover, if it weren't for Wu Chan, she might have already died with her parents in that blood-soaked house.

Moreover, Ling Yao actually disliked living in an inn with Wu Chan even more than sleeping in the open, because every time this happened, he would disappear for a few days and then return covered in injuries.

"Wu Chan, where exactly did you go?"

"Cough cough, it's nothing, it's nothing. I was just stretching my muscles. Anyway, let's not talk about that. I'll take you to the main hall for a good meal, and then we'll rest for a day. We'll probably be on our way again soon."

Even though the other party remained silent about everything, Ling Yao was still very perceptive and could detect some things from certain details.

Everywhere they went, there were either large numbers of missing people or rumors of strange beasts appearing.

Wu Chan would always find her a place to stay several miles away, and then go there alone.

And from Wu Chan's occasional snippets of conversation, she gradually realized that the other party was pursuing someone, and a very dangerous one at that.

Unfortunately, each time they received false information, or by the time they arrived, the other party had already left.

Ling Yao didn't know what grudge Wu Chan had with that person, but every time she saw him return in this state, her unease grew.

Finally, one time, Ling Yao disobeyed Wu Chan's advice and secretly sprinkled special powder on the other person. After the other person left, she followed the traces of the powder.

After Ling Yao followed the trail of the medicinal powder to the entrance of a cave, she was met with a strong smell of blood, just like the smell she had smelled outside her home years ago.

With almost no time to think, Ling Yao rushed into the cave.

"Ahem, so you really gave up on being human, Loka?"

"Hehe, senior brother, didn't you used to think my behavior was inhuman? What, now that I've fulfilled your wish, you're unhappy about it?"

At this moment, Wu Chan was leaning against a stone wall. His legs had separated from the other half of his body, but he was still alive and holding on to his last breath, tightly embracing the five or six-year-old girl hiding in his arms.

Two handsome men stood before Wu Chan. One was smugly enjoying his miserable state, while the other…

Wu Chan never expected that with just a wave of his hand, his opponent would lose both his legs. He had thought that even though his cultivation was inferior to Luo Jia's, he still had a fighting chance, but facing this person…

"Hehe, it seems my time is drawing near."

Wu Chan thought to himself, and although he was unwilling, it seemed that at this moment he could only wait for his death.

"No Zen!"

Upon hearing Ling Yao's voice, all three turned their gazes to her.

Wu Chan was initially surprised by the other party's appearance, but the surprise turned into fear the next second.

"Fool, didn't I tell you to stay in the inn?"

"If you can't wait for the person you're waiting for, what's the point of waiting any longer?"

Ling Yao stood in front of Wu Chan. Although she had no cultivation at the time and her body was trembling with fear, she still did not leave.

She hadn't had the chance to stand in front of her parents before, but this time, she should finally get her wish.

"Wu Chan, when did you start keeping a pet?"

Luo Jia didn't take Ling Yao seriously. To him, ants never had the chance to be treated fairly.

He was about to raise his hand to finish off the other man, but to his surprise, the man who had been watching the show from the beginning suddenly spoke up.

"and many more."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jia had no choice but to lower her hand, which was suspended in mid-air, and asked the man with great respect.

"Does Your Majesty have any instructions?"

Si Tu glanced at Ling Yao, then at the little girl in Wu Chan's arms.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, thunderclouds were already gathering in the sky, ready to strike at any moment.

Ha, it seems that Heaven really wants these two guys to live. Could it be related to some destiny?

The man's lips curled into a cold smile, but he did nothing; instead, he turned and left.

"Ignore it."

"Your Majesty, this..."

Faced with Si Tu's oppressive aura, Luo Jia had no right to refuse. He could only glance at Wu Chan before following him away.

Since things have already come to this, he probably won't survive, and we won't bother him anymore. That's enough.

Ling Yao didn't know why the other party had suddenly left, but she was more concerned about the injuries of the person behind her.

"Wu Chan, how are you?"

Wu Chan did not reply, but simply released his hands and handed the unconscious girl in his arms and a map to Ling Yao.

"Yao'er, the map that Brother Siming gave me earlier shows that he founded a cultivation sect here. Take this girl to find him; he will take good care of you."

"how about you?"

"Heh, I'm already a dying man, there's no need for me to go."

"Stop talking nonsense! Didn't you say that person is a master, and that I would take you with me? As long as we find him, you will definitely be alright."

"Ling Yao!"

This was the first and last time Wu Chan called Ling Yao by her full name.

"I have already lived a very fulfilling life. If I had to say what I regret... the man who just stood before me was my junior brother, but he was too obsessed with his twisted desires. He not only murdered our master but also kidnapped people everywhere to conduct experiments. He is dangerous, and the man beside him is even more so. Be extremely careful. Also, take good care of yourself..."

“Wu Chan, I’m taking good care of myself, and so is Qi’er. Now that the demonic energy has suddenly disappeared, and Luo Jia has lost all his cultivation, he and the other demons are imprisoned in the Immortal Sect’s dungeon and can no longer come out to harm the mortal world. The people who were killed by that bastard have also been taken care of by us.”

Ling Yao sat in front of Wu Chan's grave. She had already paid her respects to her parents before coming here, and this was the last stop on her journey.

"By the way, the demonic energy on my body has also disappeared, so I no longer have to worry about being discovered as a half-demon. My senior brother and Meng'er both advised me to take advantage of this immortal sect selection to recruit more disciples, but to be honest, I'm still afraid of communicating with people, so I'm afraid I'll have to wait until next time. Monk, you won't laugh at me, will you?"

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, as if it were silently weeping for someone.

But soon the rain stopped and the sun shone brightly again, and a gentle breeze brushed across the woman in red's face, wiping away the raindrops.

At the same time, the token at Ling Yao's waist lit up. She picked up the token and pressed it, and Fu Yan's voice came from it.

"Is Junior Sister on her way back?"

"I'm about to head back. What is it, Senior Brother?"

"Nothing, just..."

Fu Yan's voice suddenly became very soft halfway through his sentence, clearly indicating that he had moved the communication token away, not wanting the person on the other end to hear. But with Ling Yao's cultivation level, how could she not hear him?

"You two, you dare to run away? Get back here right now. You've really made something of yourselves, daring to run away while you're out there owing money?"

"Second Brother, I saw her run away, so I went after her."

"Ye Yao is talking nonsense. He was the one who ran away first."

"Hey, second junior brother, calm down, calm down. If you get wrinkles from anger, you won't be able to get a wife."

"Senior Brother, shouldn't you be cultivating on Spirit Sword Peak at this time?"

After a lot of playful fighting, only Fu Yan's voice remained on the other side of the token.

"Junior sister, if those two go out fooling around again next time, would you like to go with them?"

"Ah."

"That's good. But I just heard laughter coming from my junior sister's side. Were you with someone?"

"No, senior brother."

It was just that Ling Yao herself couldn't help but chuckle after hearing the sounds of the group playing around.

"Am I right, Wuchan? I'm doing very well now."