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

"Master, how should we solve this?"

"He is an innocent victim after all, and I will not let him go unpunished. Therefore, I must return to the Immortal Sect first. As for Meng'er and the others, you should stay here and gather some clues. Remember, no matter what you find, do not act rashly. Send a message back to the sect first. This kind of forbidden fusion technique is not something an ordinary cultivator can do. You alone will probably have a hard time dealing with it."

Since Ling Yao couldn't separate the human and tiger inside the fused monster, she could only take the person back to Ling Qi and Ye Yao to see if they had managed to rescue the person and the spirit beast.

The sooner this matter is resolved, the better, since no one knows whether the man and the tiger will survive if it drags on.

Ling Yao hadn't forgotten their purpose in coming here: Yunmeng's training. Of course, she wouldn't let her disciple face any mortal danger, but she also believed that with Yunmeng's abilities, she wouldn't lack even this basic skill.

not to mention……

"Heh, first the woman who wrote to the immortal sect for help was murdered, and then a fusion of human and spirit beast appeared. It seems the immortal sect has no choice but to take action on this matter."

Doctors have a benevolent heart. Ling Yao may not have the same noble spirit as someone who saves lives, but she would find it hard to remain unmoved by such a scene.

She plucked two red petals from the Red Jade Lotus, and the petals drifted slowly into Yunmeng and Yu Xianxian's hands, as if an invisible wind were carrying them.

"The petals of the Crimson Jade Lotus can not only trap enemies, but also help you block a fatal attack. Don't worry, there's no need to worry about not knowing how to use it. It's already connected to your heart and will move according to your will. However, you'd better carry it with you at all times. It's not that I don't trust you, but it's always better to be safe than sorry."

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank you, Peak Master."

As Yunmeng spoke, she stuffed the flower petals into the sachet at her waist. Yu Xianxian also lifted her own hem, then looked at her empty waist and silently lowered her hem.

Well, she forgot that she didn't have a sachet at all, and she didn't seem to have any other containers on her.

Even worse, because she lacks spiritual roots and cannot cultivate, she doesn't even have a spiritual space. Moreover, because she has no spiritual power, she can't even use the most ordinary storage bag.

(Fun fact: Every person with spiritual power has a spiritual space to store items. Time in this space is independent of the outside world and is basically in a static state. The spiritual space often expands as the owner's strength increases, and everything inside is controlled by the owner. Therefore, apart from sworn spirit beasts, few people will enter another person's spiritual space, because that would be equivalent to handing over their life to someone else.)

Therefore, Yu Xianxian could only adopt the best preservation method she could think of, placing it in a book as a specimen.

"Xianxian, isn't this the...diary you mentioned?"

"Yes, I don't have a sachet, so I can only put the flower petals here."

Having spent seven years together, Yunmeng couldn't possibly have never seen the script. Fortunately, the concept of a "script" didn't exist in this world. Moreover, the two characters on the cover were written in a flamboyant style. If Yu Xianxian hadn't been fortunate enough to write words that resembled this scribbles—cough, art has a similar effect—she might not have recognized it at all.

What's strange is that, for some unknown reason, none of the words on the script could be seen by Yunmeng, Lingyao, or even Lin Yu, who had the highest cultivation level.

This incident terrified Yu Xianxian. After all, it was already strange enough that she didn't have any spiritual roots, but now a wordless book appeared that no one but her could see. Wouldn't this drag her into some secret laboratory for a thorough study?

At that moment, Yu Xianxian really wanted to slap the version of herself who had been talking incessantly about the contents of the book to Yunmeng (of course, she had selected the relevant information). She thought, "Serves you right for talking so much! Serves you right for talking so much!"

Fortunately, in this world of cultivation, there are all sorts of bizarre things, especially since those present were mostly elderly people who were familiar with all kinds of strange tales.

"I had heard that there is a kind of writing on paper that can only be seen by the person who wrote it. I always thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Senior brother is right. Not only paper, but also the juice of a certain herb can be used for writing with the same effect. I just don't know which one it is, Xianxian?"

"Ah, uh, it must be because the paper is special, haha, ahahaha."

In response, Yu Xianxian could only use an awkward smile to cover up her panic. Whew, thankfully there are plenty of strange and wonderful things in this world, and thankfully they don't know that the words in the book just popped up on their own.

"Oh, where did you get this notebook from? The whole thing is made of such magical paper."

"Oh, I don't know, I found this notebook."

Well, in a sense, it is indeed like finding someone who suddenly appeared beside you. Yu Xianxian felt that she answered this question with confidence and conviction.

Fortunately, although Yu Xianxian couldn't tell whether they believed her or not, at least they didn't ask about it again.

Yu Xianxian is also paying more attention to the script now; well, at least she won't forget to leave it in Yunmeng's private little kitchen anymore.

After all, it's better to be safe than sorry. What if someone discovers the secret of the script? That would be a disaster.

So Yu Xianxian vowed to bring the script to people as little as possible. As she was stuffing flower petals into the script, Yu Xianxian thought to herself, "Well, there always have to be some special circumstances."

Forced to be a container for flower petals: ...You old man.

Ling Yao glanced briefly at the book Yu Xianxian had taken out, then looked away and turned back to the two of them, saying, "Remember what I said, do not act rashly. I will be back soon."

As she spoke, the red jade lotus, which was slightly balder than before, fell to the ground and transformed into a size large enough for one person to stand on, carrying Ling Yao toward the direction of the immortal sect.

In the blink of an eye, that touch of red in the sky vanished without a trace.

"Okay, let's go back."

After watching Ling Yao leave, Yunmeng turned around to return to the inn. Yu Xianxian, who had also watched the beautiful peak master leave, only came to her senses after this and hurriedly followed her beautiful senior sister.

"Senior Sister Yun, shall we go back to the inn now? Didn't the Peak Master tell us to investigate some clues?"

"It's almost noon now. I'll take you back to deliver your lunch first. After you've eaten, you can stay at the inn. I can go out and check on things by myself. You don't need to go."

Yu Xianxian: ...Strange, why do I feel like I'm being looked down upon for being useless? Okay, she really is a useless newbie, so she'd better just listen to the big boss.

Before Yu Xianxian could even feel a little annoyed, a piercing scream suddenly shattered the sky.

"Help!"

Huh? Who is calling for me, Lelexia? No, who is calling for help here?