Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao was upset for a long time before she finally cheered herself up. She looked at Shen Anzhi, who was at a loss beside her, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Brother Shen, does it mean that because you didn't tell me, my spiritual root could become a mutated single spiritual root?"

"I was indeed feeling a bit down just now, but I absolutely didn't mean to blame you."

As a cultivator from the Star-Picking Tower, Shen Anzhi somehow developed such a good temper.

Perhaps before he entered the Daoist path, he was just a scholar, and his original aspirations have truly remained unchanged.

Just like now—

Despite it being a bet between Ye Xiaozhou and her, Shen Anzhi felt extremely guilty and even promised to do her best to help Zhu Wuyao enter the Qi Refining stage within the next three months so that she could pass the Star Picking Tower disciple assessment.

Zhu Wuyao inexplicably felt like he was getting special treatment.

After complaining to Shen Anzhi, she planned to go to Mohen Bookstore.

I was seriously injured today and urgently need some money for treatment.

Zhu Wuyao paused a short distance from the entrance of the bookstore. "Was there this many beggars at the entrance of the Ink Trace Bookstore last time I came?"

She hesitated for a moment before entering the Ink Trace Bookstore, and was about to ask what was going on at the door when she saw Mr. Li greet her with a beaming smile:

"Miss Zhu, you've finally arrived!"

"I don't know what happened last night, but suddenly a large number of people came up with a request for the collection of your storybooks."

"I've been running this business for many years, and this is the first time I've encountered such a popular collection of essays."

Without giving Zhu Wuyao a chance to interrupt, Manager Li immediately took out the prepared royalties, and he even selfishly rounded them up for Miss Zhu.

Pushing the silver towards Zhu Wuyao, Manager Li eagerly spoke:

"Have you finished writing the following chapters, Miss Zhu... no, Mr. Speechless?"

Seeing Mr. Li's expectant eyes, Zhu Wuyao felt much better, and she smiled as she took out a manuscript.

Manager Li's eyes lit up, and he was about to take it when suddenly someone jumped out from the side.

"I'm young, let me see it first!"

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Gu Lang. His eyes also lit up. He grabbed the manuscript, carefully opened it, and couldn't wait to read the rest of the text.

The sudden appearance of the young master infuriated Manager Li, who was too embarrassed to argue with a junior in front of Miss Zhu.

The storybook reads—

Zhou Zhi entered the sect and became the Immortal Venerable's closed-door disciple. However, such favoritism towards someone with a damaged spiritual root naturally aroused jealousy and dissatisfaction among many people.

He was depressed for a long time, and he was too lazy to fight against the exclusion from his fellow disciples.

The library was much quieter, and Zhou Zhi gradually fell in love with spending time with books, absorbing knowledge with great eagerness, as if he were using this method to escape reality.

Little did he know that his calm and composed demeanor had been observed by the old man in the library.

One day, Zhou Zhi came to the library as usual, looking for some new books. The old man handed him a secret manual, which was the "Moon Appreciation Sword Technique".

Zhou Zhi then learned that the seemingly ordinary old man in the library was actually the most powerful elder in the sect.

The old man smiled and encouraged, "Without enduring the bitter cold, how can the plum blossom emit its fragrant scent?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhou Zhi's long-dead eyes rekindled with the flame of hope.

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"Brilliant!" Gu Lang slapped the table, extremely excited.

Who would have thought that this unassuming old man in the library was actually the strongest elder in the entire sect!

No wonder he was excited.

Where in this world have readers ever seen a character like the "Sweeping Monk"?

Not to mention the trope of the protagonist being treated differently by a reclusive master.

It's just a pity that, for the sake of his own path to immortality, Zhu Wuyao could neither portray the protagonist's master as a villain nor kill him off to elicit tears.

Art was sacrificed for the sake of future prospects.

Otherwise, the plot could have had more twists and turns.

While waiting for Gu Lang to read the storybook, Zhu Wuyao recalled the scene outside the door and asked:

"Mr. Li, what's going on with those beggars outside?"

Shopkeeper Li looked at her with a hint of helplessness and asked, "Miss Zhu, have you forgotten what you wrote in your storybooks?"

Zhu Wuyao looked surprised and pointed to himself: "Is it because of my storybook?"

Manager Li nodded and sighed:

"Those readers, after reading the storybook, actually turned their attention to the beggars in Beixuan City. I don't know what they were thinking."

"They probably had a try-it-out mentality and wanted to meet a 'Celestial Venerable'."

“Some people buy books from our bookstore, open them and read them right away, and when they go out, they encounter beggars who rush to give them money. As a result, word spreads from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and now all the beggars in Beixuan City know that there are people who love to give money outside my Mohen Bookstore.”

Mr. Li was just saying, "There are fools who are willing to give money," right?

Mr. Speechless was speechless.

Her story actually created a phenomenal impact, and such an outrageous one at that...

Zhu Wuyao recalled the manuscript, which mentioned a "sweeping monk." There didn't seem to be any libraries in Beixuan City, so such an outrageous thing shouldn't happen again.

I hope you can relax a little.

Gu Lang, who was standing next to him, had already finished reading the manuscript that Zhu Wuyao had brought. He happened to overhear the conversation between Old Li and Miss Zhu, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Gu Lang recalled yesterday when the girl gave copper coins to the beggar, and he himself was influenced by the storybook he read, and even went so far as to instruct others to do good deeds.

Looking back now, it's truly shameful.

Now that they have money, they can finally rent a proper courtyard. The Gu family happens to have a vacant house in Beixuan City.

Not only is the price reasonable, but payments are made monthly.

After visiting the house, Zhu Wuyao's newly received royalties were almost gone again. Looking at his dwindling wallet, he sighed softly.

Money just slips through our fingers so easily.

She had been in Beixuan City for some time now, but she was still struggling to escape poverty and couldn't even afford a decent meal.

I don't know when these days will end.

Fortunately, this little courtyard is exceptionally elegant. Although it lacks winding streams, artificial hills and strange rocks, and even appears simple, Zhu Wuyao still likes it very much.

This is the first proper place she has settled down since she transmigrated here.

There is a jujube tree in the yard, and vines climb the fence. There are two rooms in total.

The house was fully furnished, and even the bedding didn't need to be bought separately. When Zhu Wu invited her to see the house, she immediately knew that Gu Lang had asked for too little money, so she made a special effort to make things easier for her.

She was very grateful and promised repeatedly that she would show him the next manuscript as soon as it was finished.

There wasn't much luggage left at the inn; it could be moved in two trips. Besides clothes, it was just the tools for setting up a fortune-telling stall.

Yes, we also need to invite Shen Anzhi to come and stay with us.

There happened to be one guest room left. Although it was rather simple, judging from our interactions over the past few days, Shen Anzhi was not extravagant in his daily life and was quite frugal.

The bet, which is set for three months, still needs Shen Anzhi's guidance.

Zhu Wuyao thought she would have to argue to refuse the accommodation fee, but to her surprise, Shen Anzhi nodded as soon as she spoke and thanked her repeatedly.

"Thanks to Miss Zhu for taking me in, I was almost out of money and was worried about where to stay."

It turns out that poverty is a common trait among both humans and monks.