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

In the simple room, Yunmeng sat cross-legged on the bed, her spiritual energy circulating around her, clearly meditating and cultivating.

In front of her house, a person sneaked in furtively. Who else could it be but Yu Xianxian?

Wow, judging from Senior Sister Yun's complexion, she seems to be much better. It looks like there's nothing wrong. Although it can be done through the script, it's still more reassuring to see it with one's own eyes. Besides, it's been a long time since she's seen Senior Sister's beautiful face, hehe.

Just as Yu Xianxian was about to leave quietly, Yunmeng spoke up the next second after she turned around.

"Xianxian, you're back? Where's Master?"

Yu Xianxian paused, her hand reaching for the door, a surge of annoyance rising within her. Damn it, had she disturbed her senior sister again?

"Ah, Master wants to stay at Spirit Sword Peak to discuss something with Peak Master Lin, so he sent me back alone first."

"Have you encountered any trouble?"

"Ah, no."

Is it troublesome? Actually, it is. The trouble lies in the mask she's holding.

Yunmeng had already gotten up and sat down at the table, gesturing for Yu Xianxian to sit down as well.

Yu Xianxian listened to her beautiful senior sister's words and sat down at the table happily, while Yunmeng took out a plate of pastries.

"Wow, senior sister, you really understand me."

Although the fasting pill Ling Yao gave her could last for half a month, and she didn't have much of a appetite, who could resist the desserts made by their beautiful senior sister? Yu Xianxian, for one, certainly couldn't.

"By the way, senior sister, how's your recovery going?"

“Master’s medicine is very effective; the external injuries have already healed.”

Yunmeng lowered her eyelashes, concealing the emotions in her eyes. Her external injuries were indeed nothing to worry about, but the problem of her inner turmoil was a different story…

"Really? Then I'll be relieved."

Yu Xianxian thought about it and realized that, in terms of external injuries, hers might be more serious than Yunmeng's.

Although Loga went all out, she wasn't affected by demonic energy, so the aftereffects shouldn't be too severe. Yes, they should be.

The two chatted back and forth in this ordinary atmosphere. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Ling Yao walked in. The first thing she saw was the two of them sitting at the table eating snacks.

Oh, to be precise, only Yu Xianxian was eating, while Yunmeng was making tea.

"Hey, Xianxian, is this how you visit a patient?"

Yu Xianxian: ……

Looking at the pastries in her hand, and then at Yunmeng who had already poured three cups of tea, it seemed, perhaps, that there was indeed a bit...

"Master, I am already free from all harm."

Even so, Ling Yao still stepped forward to take the person's pulse, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

"You've only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, yet you've gone to face off against a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. I really don't know whether to call you a newborn calf unafraid of tigers or just brave but reckless. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Jia's plan was to infiltrate the Immortal Sect, which is why Wumian deliberately lost, do you really think you'd still be sitting here unscathed?"

"Oh, so that guy deliberately let us win?"

"Release the water?"

"He deliberately let his senior sister defeat him. I thought it was because his senior sister was more skilled."

"If Meng'er's strength were placed among people of the same level, she would naturally have few rivals. But I have seen Wumian before. He is at the late stage of Nascent Soul. Even if the Foundation Establishment stage is strong, it is impossible for them to defeat a late stage Nascent Soul."

"That's true, the skill level difference is too great."

"Rank?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. This is just my hometown dialect."

Ignoring Yu Xianxian's strange words, Ling Yao looked at Yun Meng, her eyes filled with helplessness mixed with a hint of annoyance.

"In a sense, Faceless is an alter ego of Loga. Even if you kill him, Loga has ways to create a second or third Faceless. But Meng'er, let me ask you, how many lives do you have?"

Yunmeng remained silent. This time, she had indeed acted too impulsively. She hadn't considered the enemy's strength at all, especially since she was accompanied by Yu Xianxian, who had no spiritual power whatsoever.

"Your strength is formidable, but your mental fortitude is still lacking. This trip down the mountain was supposed to be a training ground for you, but the enemy this time was indeed quite formidable. It's all Luo Jia's fault..."

Yu Xianxian: Why did she think she heard a murmured word come out of the mouth of her kind and beautiful peak master Ling just now? It must be her imagination, it must be just her imagination.

"Ahem, I hope you can learn from this experience and not make the same mistake again in the next Immortal Sect competition."

"The Immortal Sect Tournament?"

"The Immortal Spirit Realm will open in a month. In order to train our disciples, I, the second, cough cough, and the other four peak masters have decided to go in for trials."

Qi'er always found this kind of thing very interesting and was very enthusiastic about it. As for her fourth junior brother, he never expressed any opinion on matters of the immortal sects unless it involved spirit beasts.

As for the eldest brother, well, the drunken guy has lost his voice during this period.

The next day, Lin Yu, who had turned back into an old man, was informed by Fu Yan about the Immortal Sect Tournament, and Fu Yan also handed over all the unprepared matters to him.

"Ahem, Senior Brother, you're getting on in years, Second Brother, can you bear to see me managing so many things all by myself?"

"Senior Brother, I also have matters to attend to."

"What business?"

"I'm busy finding all the wine you hid, senior brother."

Lin Yu:......

What to do? It felt like an arrow had suddenly pierced his chest. Oh no, there was a sweet, metallic taste in his throat. Was he about to vomit blood?

But Fu Yan clearly wasn't going to fall for that, and instead, in a fit of madness, smashed a pot of wine in front of him.

"Snap!" A crisp sound—that was the sound of Lin Yu's heart breaking.

"I've been brewing this fine wine for three hundred years, and you've just ruined it like this."

"Senior Brother, if you still have any objections, I have more here."

Lin Yu:......

How could his own junior brother be even more despicable than the demons? Did he think he would compromise like this? No way, the senior brother's dignity cannot be lost.

"I'll store my wine with you for now. Take good care of it, Second Brother."

This "second junior brother" spoke with extreme clenched teeth. Lin Yu glanced at Fu Yan and snorted coldly before walking into the hall. There was still a month left, and many things to deal with. He wouldn't bother with this petty second junior brother.

The petty second junior brother also turned and left. Sure enough, dealing with his senior brother still required his wine gourd. There was no time to waste. He had to hurry up and find the rest, otherwise he didn't know where they would hide them.

And so, a month later, a grand immortal sect competition began.