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

"Such heavy demonic energy should be showing itself in this bloody place."

Yunmeng stared blankly at Wumian, but the fireball in her hand was already brewing.

But Faceless clearly noticed the sweat on her forehead, knowing she was already exhausted, and mocked:

"Ha, foolish. If you had left like this, you might have survived, but unfortunately, you're all going to die here now."

Demonic energy emanated from the faceless body, and even Yu Xianxian, who had no spiritual power, could see how terrifying this black demonic energy was.

The next second, Wumian raised his hand and drew black lines that wrapped around Yunmeng. Yunmeng subconsciously began to dodge, constantly attacking the black lines that were coming towards her face with fireballs, and gradually approaching Wumian.

"Useless. It's just a minor Foundation Establishment stage. It must have exhausted all your spiritual power for Zhou Yue just now. You should know that it was one of my rare high-quality works."

More black lines swirled together, forming a wave that surged towards Yunmeng. Yunmeng gradually showed signs of exhaustion and began to retreat step by step.

Damn it, Wumian is right. The spiritual power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is far too little to support her in dealing with this unknown opponent after finishing off Zhou Yue.

Just as Yunmeng was about to be swallowed by the black lines, before Wumian could even show a smile (of course, he couldn't), he heard Yu Xianxian shout from the side: "Hey, that guy over there, Wu... Wu something, you said you wanted to save that demon sealed in the jade pendant, right? If so, then you don't need to look anymore, that thing has already been crushed to death by me."

"what?"

Wumian was momentarily distracted and was immediately struck by Yunmeng, who seized the opportunity.

The fireball burned a hole in the faceless hand, and the black lines immediately stopped attacking. Yunmeng was about to press her advantage when, in the next second, the opponent's hand was restored to its original state, and she had to continue dodging the black lines' attacks.

Clearly, Wumian was more focused on the battle in Yunmeng than on listening to Yu Xianxian speak.

But would Yu Xianxian allow him to fight with peace of mind? That's clearly impossible.

"Hey, you don't believe me about that 'nothing' thing? If you don't believe me, you can look at this pool of purple blood next to my feet. That's what I left behind when I stepped on your Lord Luo."

Although he didn't believe it at all, Faceless couldn't help but look at the pool of blood.

However, he clearly couldn't accept this fact and roared at Yu Xianxian, "Are you kidding me? How could that tiny pool of blood possibly belong to an adult? Besides, how could a lowly human like you possibly have stepped on an adult to death?"

"Hmph, you still don't believe me?" Yu Xianxian rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to start a fight.

"Why not? Look, the jade pendant is broken. Aren't you wondering where the person sealed inside went?"

As she spoke, Yu Xianxian even touched the pool of purple blood with her toe.

"Look, this is what came out of the jade pendant. Isn't it your master?"

"Impossible, that's at most a small part of an adult's magic."

The faceless figure turned its gaze from Yu Xianxian to Zhou Yun, and said in a sinister tone, "Most of the master's power must be in his half of the jade pendant. It's just a pity that this damned fellow is too cautious, and has not been able to grant my wish for so many years."

"Oh, it's just a small part of the power."

Yu Xianxian drew out the last syllable of her voice, giving the impression that she was about to do something naughty.

She walked up to the pool of blood and stomped on it again.

"Although it's only a small part, he's still considered one of your family members. I wonder if stepping on his remains is considered disrespectful?"

"What are you doing? Stop it right now."

"Stop? I didn't use my hands, I used my feet."

Yu Xianxian spread her hands at the angry faceless man, as if to say, "Is this guy stupid? He's mistaking his feet for his hands."

Faceless: ...

He stared at Yu Xianxian with eyes blazing with fury, but because of Yunmeng on this side, he couldn't immediately tear her to pieces.

Because of Yu Xianxian's interference, Yunmeng's attacks were reduced considerably, and she even managed to hit the opponent with several fireballs that pierced through the dense black lines.

Strangely, no matter whether she hits the opponent's hands, feet, or chest, the opponent's body will return to its original state.

Is it possible to heal itself quickly? Yunmeng frowned. If her spiritual power was sufficient, a single Phoenix True Fire would be enough to turn it to ashes.

But now she can only dodge attacks and throw a fireball when the opponent is not paying attention.

Yu Xianxian over there had obviously noticed this as well, but there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't part of the script, so how could she possibly know all the weaknesses of these monsters?

Oh, right, the script.

Yunmeng looked around and, after confirming that Zhou Yun was the only one who could breathe, she reluctantly waved to him.

"Young Master Zhou over there, could you come and lend a hand?"

"Huh? What are you doing?"

At this moment, Zhou Yun was like a rag doll that had lost its soul, completely at Yu Xianxian's mercy. Indeed, knowing that one had suddenly lost their only two family members in just one day would make anyone grieve for a while.

Unfortunately, Yu Xianxian showed no tenderness towards Zhou Yun. She pulled him over and pointed to the bloodstain on the ground with a simple and clear word: "Step on it."

"what?"

Let alone Zhou Yun's current mental state, even if he were in a normal state, it would be difficult for him to understand Yu Xianxian's meaning from this word.

"Oh, it's just a couple of stomps. Your family has been so badly wronged, don't you want to stomp on them a couple of times to vent your anger? You don't need to stomp too hard, just a little bit to attract the attention of that guy over there, what's his name, Wu. I'm tired of stomping, so I'm going to rest for a bit."

Before Zhou Yun could answer, Yu Xianxian dashed behind the rock she had been standing behind and started flipping through the script, leaving Zhou Yun staring blankly at her swift retreating figure.

You don't look tired at all.

However, Yu Xianxian didn't care what he thought. She took out the script and flipped through it to the end with great speed and speed, and what she saw was the familiar style of the script.

"Alright, now it's time for our fight segment, and the fighters are our dear Yunmeng contestant and someone else, uh, what's his name again? It's alright, it's not important. Let's see how the fight goes. Uh, it seems Yunmeng is at a disadvantage. Well, her opponent is a late-stage Golden Core cultivator after all, and Yunmeng, who just reached Foundation Establishment, is actually fighting him to this extent—that's quite remarkable. Alright, with the help of Yu Xianxian, who's still somewhat useful, Yunmeng's fireball hit her opponent's hand. Alas, it's a pity; if only it had hit his forehead, that's his vital point, but..."

Okay, the forehead, is that right? That's enough information.

Yu Xianxian, who was still somewhat useful, stood up and shouted to Yunmeng over there, "Senior sister, hit her forehead, that's a vital spot."