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

"Waiter, half a catty of beef and two ounces of wine, please."

Zhu Wuyao, carrying the Wufeng Sword, found a tavern on Xulan Street.

She looked up and saw that although it was already winter, there were quite a few pedestrians on the street. The once-a-decade entrance examination for disciples of the Star-Picking Pavilion was approaching.

Even those with powerful connections and prominent families couldn't resist sending one or two of their children to try their luck.

Who knows, I might get selected?

Even in families with a long lineage, not everyone can inherit the mantle. Resources are limited, so the main branch naturally has no worries.

However, very few of them can be assigned to side branches.

It would be better to venture into other sects; perhaps there will be a brighter future there. If you manage to reach the Golden Core stage, you'll not only be valued within your sect, but you'll also have influence at home.

Even the collateral branches seem to be much wealthier than Zhu Wuyao.

While one may have fewer spiritual stones for cultivating immortality, one is not necessarily constrained by worldly money.

Zhu Wuyao looked at the richly dressed young men riding in sedan chairs and palanquins, while he sat by the roadside in his tattered robes, feeling a slight sense of envy.

It was cold outside, so she quickly finished her meal and planned to register first.

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"Next!"

"Come on, first fill in where you're from, your current cultivation level and age, and what good deeds you've done!"

Zhu Wuyao took the Xuan paper and glanced at the notice next to it.

Is this... writing a resume?

So simple and down-to-earth?

Sitting in the center of the hall, she glanced around.

Seeing the servant diligently grinding ink for him, and the poor boy who couldn't read and was asking the disciples of Zhaixinglou to help him write, she looked down at the Xuan paper in front of her, picked up her brush and wrote her name.

Where did I come from? Hmm... I was originally from the Zhu family of Dongji City, but now I wander the world.

He's at the third level of Qi Refining, and he's nineteen years old this year, right?

What good deeds have you done?

Zhu Wuyao pondered this question, scratching his head. What kind of ridiculous question was this...?

She carefully recalled everything she had done since she transmigrated.

Unfortunately, he has almost never done anything good!

As for the bad things she did... she told fortunes and caused people to die prematurely, and wrote divination texts to make the murderer leave this world. That's one thing, but her son also died. She wanted to save the world, but as a result, she brought forward the day of her calamity.

After pondering for a long time, she wrote down a sentence—

"After arduous efforts, we rescued a child and collected the remains of 231 people."

Looking up at another person dressed similarly to himself, he saw that the Xuan paper in front of him was filled with writing.

Because the other party blocked it quickly, I only saw a few lines.

He returned fledglings to their nests, killed eleven notorious bandits, and dug a well for the village...

I hope Wuyao was deeply inspired!

She wrote two more lines: "I spent a lot of money to buy osmanthus wine, so that the boss could make money and have a good New Year; and so that the beggars in Beixuan City could get more money!"

Zhu Wuyao put down his brush with satisfaction, and just as he was about to hand it in, he noticed someone standing next to him.

Looking back, I saw the little beggar I had seen before.

He was still wearing tattered clothes, his hands were red from the cold, but after going inside to warm them up, he stood there, hesitant to go forward.

Zhu Wuyao's eyes lit up, and she asked proactively, "It's you! Shall I help you write it?"

He nodded somewhat shyly, stepped forward, and whispered, "Thank you, sister."

He had met this woman twice. His grandfather had said that if she hadn't taken the wooden plaque, someone might have come to kill them at night. His grandfather said that this woman was a good person!

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

"My name is Xiao Liuzi, and I have no home."

Zhu Wuyao nodded, remembering the old beggar who had tried to swindle her money, and asked:

"Where's your grandfather? Why didn't he come with you today?"

“Grandpa went to buy me new clothes, but he hasn’t come back…” Xiao Liuzi said, his expression darkening considerably.

Zhu Wuyao realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject, continuing to ask:

"So what good deeds have you done?"

Xiao Liu blinked, shook his head slightly blankly, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"My grandfather and I survived thanks to the good deeds of others..."

Zhu Wuyao lightly patted his forehead, realizing that he had been careless. He knew that doing good deeds required having the capacity to do so.

But this kind of "resume" is rather unattractive...

She thought for a moment and said, "Have you ever helped a bird return to its nest?"

Xiao Liuzi became even more embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "I found a little bird under the tree. My grandpa and I are hungry, so we'll roast it and eat it..."

Hmm—that makes sense. It's a bit impolite not to grill the food that's been delivered to our door...

"Have you ever done anything to help Grandpa?"

Xiao Liu nodded quickly and said, "When Grandpa goes to steal things, I will keep watch for him. If anyone comes, I will tell him to run away quickly!"

“Sometimes, I would pretend to be sick so that my grandfather could get more money.”

Zhu Wuyao nodded thoughtfully and wrote—

"He is a good grandson who is filial to his grandfather and has improved his grandfather's standard of living."

"Let the birds in the trees fulfill their due value and live a meaningful life."

"All right!"

Based on my past experience answering questions, I should at least write a couple of sentences; maybe I can get some points for neat handwriting.

As for the fact that they are competitors, haven't you heard? Those who enter don't know why they entered, and those who leave don't know why they left.

There is still no standard.

If Xiao Liuzi goes in, it means he was supposed to go in anyway; if it wasn't him, it might have been someone else.

Could it be that she could murder all her competitors on the track under the cover of darkness before the results are even out?

She handed the Xuan paper to the little beggar and gave him two coins so that he could at least buy a warm coat while he waited for the assessment.

Just as I finished doing these things, I heard the person next to me, who had filled the entire sheet of paper, sneer:

"You don't even know if you can get in yourself, yet you're helping others?"

Zhu Wuyao glanced at him, and in front of him, wrote on the rice paper—

"I helped Xiao Liuzi fill out the registration form."

Another piece of good news!

She picked up the paper, shook it slightly, and said:

"Of course I can get in."

If you can't get in, then just pretend I didn't say anything.

After saying that, he handed the sheet of Xuan paper to the disciple of Zhaixinglou, and Xiao Liuzi also handed in his registration form.

After finishing these things, she first went to Mr. Ji's house and found it locked. She threw a letter wrapped in waterproof oil paper into the yard, which recounted what happened in Nanli City.

Looking at this small courtyard.

She suddenly remembered that it all started when she threw a paper airplane into the yard.

If only I had been a little apple thief back then.

Zhu Wuyao walked along Xulan Street and arrived at Mohen Bookstore. She looked up at the name of the shop and felt a strange sense of emotion.

Having left Beixuan and returned, I am still penniless!