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

"Why would I need to lie to you?"

"But Miss Yun said..."

"The assessment meeting held once every ten years is just a routine matter. If we encounter promising talents outside, we can certainly bring them back for training. Meng'er has only been in the immortal sect for a few years, and she doesn't care much about these things, so she doesn't know about it."

Ling Yao looked at Zhou Yun and saw that he was about to perform a grand ceremony again, so she shattered his illusion without hesitation.

"Of course, all the necessary procedures must be followed. I haven't tested your aptitude yet, and you haven't passed the Immortal Sect's tests, so it's not certain that you can enter the Immortal Sect."

"It's alright. Immortal Master has already given Zhou Yun a chance. I am deeply grateful for your great kindness."

Ling Yao watched as the other party gave her another deep bow, and rubbed her temples. That's why she didn't like to come out; it was always these mundane rituals, this endless bowing and greetings, which annoyed her.

"Of course, if you don't become a disciple of the sect, as long as you are willing, considering your mother's sacrifice to seal Luo Jia, you can stay in the Immortal Sect. However, in that case, you can only do odd jobs like Xian Xian."

Zhou Yun: ...That sounds quite considerate, but why does it also feel like I'm cursing him?

On the other side, Yu Xianxian, who was helping Yunmeng tidy up herbs, suddenly sneezed, causing several herbs to fall from her hands.

Damn it, they're talking about her after all.

"Senior sister, how is your injury?"

Yunmeng's upper body was almost entirely covered in wounds from the black lines. Yu Xianxian carefully applied ointment to her back, but no matter how gentle her movements were, the rapid breathing of the person in front of her revealed just how unbearable the pain was.

A simple cut from ordinary thread might not be a big deal, but the faceless thread is stained with demonic energy, and the cut is also filled with it. If not treated properly, leaving the demonic energy inside, it could potentially turn Yunmeng into a cripple.

These herbs can also cause significant harm to the human body. If applied to large areas of uninjured skin, the damage may actually accelerate the invasion of demonic energy.

Ling Yao initially disagreed with Yun Meng's plan, but she couldn't resist Yun Meng's stubbornness in wanting to recover as soon as possible, and finally agreed.

The thought that a single tremor of her hand could ruin Yunmeng's life made Yu Xianxian feel like she couldn't even breathe.

Help! This is such a difficult task, why isn't Ling Meiren coming? Is it because she trusts me too much, or has she stopped caring about her beloved disciple?

Obviously, the latter is unlikely, but as for the claim that Ling Yao trusts her, Yu Xianxian inwardly shook her head frantically; she herself felt unreliable.

"Xianxian, don't panic, it's just applying medicine."

Yunmeng's voice brought a sense of peace to Yu Xianxian's heart.

Yes, it's just applying medicine, nothing serious. However, if she missed even a small wound, Yunmeng might be ruined.

……

Yu Xianxian silently slapped the talkative part of herself inside, telling herself, "Serves you right for talking so much! Talking so much made me even more nervous."

"Fairy Fairy".

"Yes, I am."

Yunmeng's voice was low and deep, like a whisper coming from the dark night.

"If someone caused the death of your parents, would you hate them?"

Yunmeng clearly felt the hand applying the ointment behind her pause for a moment, and then came Yu Xianxian's emotionless voice.

"Yes, of course I hate it. I might even want to tear it to pieces."

"But that person didn't know that what she did would have such consequences; she didn't even know we existed. So, would you still hate her?"

"hatred."

Upon hearing this, Yunmeng lowered her eyes slightly, looking filled with sorrow.

"Then will you kill her?"

"Well, that depends on the situation."

"Depend on the situation?"

“If this person is willing to take responsibility, and if she feels remorse after doing this, then I will not kill her. But if she is someone who treats human life as worthless, then I will not value her life.”

As she spoke, Yu Xianxian's emotions faded, and she resumed applying the ointment to Yunmeng.

“But no matter what, my parents are dead and cannot be brought back to life. This is an irreparable fact, so I will hate him.”

"Is that so? Regret?"

Yunmeng looked at the bright moon outside the window, her thoughts seemingly returning to that night when blood splattered and a memory she should never have had.

"Senior sister, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"It's nothing, I just had some doubts and was just asking."

"Is that so? I think if I start to consider whether or not to let my enemy go, then I must have already made up my mind."

Make a decision? Really? So she's already made a decision. Yes, she made a decision more than a decade ago, didn't she?

The faint, seductive voice in her ear dissipated like smoke. Yunmeng closed her eyes. Since she had already made her decision, she might as well let go of the past and live in the present.

If Yu Xianxian were to see Yunmeng's slight smirk, she would surely scream, "You're a beauty trying to kill me!"

Unfortunately, Yu Xianxian was now facing her scarred back, and couldn't see her stunningly beautiful face at all.

"Xianxian, how's the ointment going?"

The sudden change of topic caught Yu Xianxian off guard. Looking at the wounds all over her back, she really wanted to find a pool full of ointment and throw Yunmeng in it. Hmm, that would be very efficient.

But let's not even talk about how Yu Xianxian would treat Yunmeng like that; she simply doesn't have the guts to do it. If she did, not only would Yunmeng be in trouble, but Ling Yao would definitely not let her off easily.

Humble working-class Yu Xianxian: ...Sigh, another day of being exploited. How wonderful.

"By the way, senior sister, if I accidentally—I mean, if I accidentally missed one of your small wounds—would you have sent it?"

"Send? What does that mean?"

Yu Xianxian's occasional strange words always gave Yunmeng a headache.

"Uh, it's over."

"Oh, that's not necessarily true."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xianxian instantly breathed a sigh of relief. "You won't send it? That's good, that's good."

As a result, Yunmeng's next words made her speechless.

"If things are going to end badly, it won't just be me who ends up in this mess. Xianxian, you're the culprit, so shouldn't you come and join me?"

Yu Xianxian: ...Ouch, what should I do? Is it too late for her to roll around in a round shape now?

"Haha, I was just teasing you."

Hearing Yunmeng's laughter, Yu Xianxian almost fainted. Good heavens, what kind of hellish joke is this?

However, Yu Xianxian rarely saw Yunmeng laugh so heartily, as if she had finally put her mind at ease. Hearing this laughter, even the tense Yu Xianxian couldn't help but smile as well.

However, when they returned to Ling Yao's room and learned that Ling Yao was taking Zhou Yun back, Yu Xianxian's smile vanished.

"Peak Master, how can there be such a rule?"

"This was unanimously agreed upon by the five of us peak masters. What's wrong, Xianxian? Is there something amiss?"

Yu Xianxian: ...No, that's not right. What should we do? Ling Meinu's expression was a bit scary; she was almost afraid to speak.

However, there were still some things to say, but Yu Xianxian's voice was much lower than before.

"But, Peak Master, isn't this going through the back door?"

Ling Yao: ……

She looked directly into Yu Xianxian's eyes, her speechless expression seeming to say, "You dare to say such a thing?"

Yu Xianxian: ……

Oh right, in a sense, she also seems to have gotten in through connections.

Okay, maybe she was a little too loud just now.