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

A sunny day is the perfect time to sleep in, but Yu Xianxian can't sleep in today.

Why? Because today is the start of the Immortal Sect Tournament, and as Yunmeng's thoughtful junior sister, Yu Xianxian naturally has to get up early to see handsome men and beautiful women... cough cough, to cheer on Yunmeng.

Of course, Yu Xianxian had no place in this kind of activity. Just kidding, what business was a competition among cultivators like her, a mere mortal? Was she supposed to just give them experience points?

"Xianxian, stop swaying back and forth."

"But I'm so bored. Senior sister, when will Peak Master Lin finish speaking? Although I can understand that the old man likes to chat, it's really so boring."

Especially since she's standing in this position, all she can see are heads; there are none of the handsome men and beautiful women she imagined, okay?

The talkative old man, Lin Yu: ...Hey, hey, hey, he's listening to everything! You think he can't hear you just because you put your ear close to Yun Meng's? His hearing is excellent, especially at the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

"Senior Brother, let's get started already. The disciples down below are getting impatient. I can't wait to see how strong these kids are."

"Qi'er, don't be rude. But Senior Brother can indeed announce the start sooner rather than later. Too much talk is just too tedious."

Lin Yu: ...Third Junior Sister, actually you're not much better than Junior Sister, are you?

Lin Yu silently rubbed his forehead in his heart. No, he still had to maintain his dignity as the senior brother.

"Senior brother, if we don't hurry, the entrance to the secret realm will close soon. If this competition can't be held properly, your wine..."

"Ahem, enough said. The Immortal Sect Tournament is about to begin."

As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, Fu Yan reached out towards the sky, and a blue magic circle gradually took shape in his palm, before forming a huge magic circle in mid-air.

"This competition is entirely up to your own wishes. Those who want to participate, please come forward and receive a token. Those who do not wish to participate, you may leave now. You are free to choose to participate individually or as a team. Teams can have a maximum of five members."

As he spoke, a rare smile appeared on Fu Yan's face. A handsome man's smile could kill Yu Xianxian, but this smile was terrifying enough to kill her.

"Of course, since it's a competition, there must be prizes. All the spoils from the secret realm don't need to be handed over to the sect, and the first-place individual or team can receive five magical artifacts from the peak master. As for those cowards who don't even dare to enter the secret realm, they can go back to the dark corner and watch the glory of the winner."

Yu Xianxian: ...Hiss, why does Fu Yan, this sixth brother, exude a villainous black aura all over his body?

Script: No, this guy is just cunning, and it seems he hasn't even gotten over his chuunibyou phase yet.

The immortal sect naturally sent all its disciples to the secret realm. Moreover, since it was a competition, to ensure fairness, all the disciples gathered this time were at or below the Foundation Establishment stage.

These are also some of the newest batches of disciples that the Immortal Sect has taken in in recent years after the great war with the Demon Realm, and they are the ones who most need training.

Because the threat from the demon race is gone, and the human race and the demon race do not interfere with each other, these batches of disciples are the laziest and least motivated. Many of them have been cultivating for thirty years and are still below the fifth level of Qi Refining.

This time, however, everyone's enthusiasm for the competition was exceptionally high. After all, no one wanted to be called a coward; they certainly weren't after those magical artifacts or spiritual treasures from the secret realm.

But enthusiasm aside, the problem is...

"Senior sister, the talisman... Peak Master said to go forward and collect the token, where to..."

Before Yu Xianxian could finish speaking, a cute beauty sat down in front of the blue magic circle, holding a stool that would make Newton swear.

Ling Qi sat on the magic circle, her loli-like figure belying her mature, leg-crossing posture.

This unexpected cuteness is something Yu Xianxian says she can relate to.

"Disciples who wish to enroll, come to me to collect your tokens."

As soon as she finished speaking, countless disciples who wanted to find treasure—no, I mean, who wanted to go to the secret realm to train their swordsmanship, summoned their mounts, or took magical artifacts—rushed to Ling Qi's side.

"Just channel your spiritual energy into it."

Following these instructions, Su Jin'er, who was ranked first, channeled her spiritual power into the token, and her name instantly appeared on it.

"If there is danger, crush the token and it will bring you back. Don't worry, even if you can't crush it, if the token determines that you are in mortal danger, you can return with just a thought, and there will be no danger."

"Thank you, Peak Master Ling Qi."

Although they may have some differences in personality, Ling Qi and Ling Yao are surprisingly similar in their aversion to mundane etiquette.

Seeing the other party clasp their hands in a gesture of respect, she waved Su Jin'er off lazily and said, "No need for that. If you really want to thank me..."

Ling Qi's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked extremely excited.

"If you really want to thank me, then remember to tell me about the interesting things that happened in the secret realm. I still haven't found out about what happened with my second senior brother from Xianxian. Ouch, that hurts."

Fu Yan withdrew his fist, and although he had a smile on his face, he looked like a reincarnation of the King of Hell.

"Work hard, or I'll confiscate all the magical artifacts your master left you."

Ling Qi, feeling wronged and aggrieved, thought to herself, "What a petty senior brother."

Meanwhile, Su Jin'er bowed to Fu Yan and then flew into the magic array on her sword. The friendly interaction between the peak masters was something she couldn't control.

Compared to the chaotic scene on this side, the atmosphere on the other side was incredibly pleasant.

"Xianxian, please stop hugging me. People around are watching."

"Waaah, but, senior sister, I can't bear to leave you. I don't know how long you'll be gone. I'll miss you terribly. You have to come back!"

Yunmeng: ...How did things suddenly take such a wrong turn? She's not going to her death.

"The Immortal Spirit Realm is a secret realm left by our master, which opens once every fifty years. My second senior brother led a group to explore it, and there is no great danger inside."

Ling Yao reluctantly pulled away Yu Xianxian, who was like a sloth, and rescued Yunmeng.

Even so, be careful in everything you do.

"I will certainly not fail my master's orders."

After a brief exchange, Ling Yao nodded slightly to Yun Meng, who then turned and walked towards the magic array, leaving Yu Xianxian alone looking like a wronged woman.

Waaah, my senior sister really doesn't love her anymore. She didn't even leave a farewell hug.

Script: ...You just hugged her for so long and that doesn't count? And that strength! Luckily Yunmeng is a cultivator; if an ordinary person hugged her for that long, it would probably be a life-or-death separation.

As for all of this, Yu Xianxian simply ignored it all, saying, "I won't listen to a turtle chanting scriptures."