All Realms: I Sell Data SIM Cards Across the Myriad Worlds

Qingchi Zongyuan Wufeng Miscellaneous Service Office.

When Lin Xiaoyou returned, it was already dark.

Two green lanterns hung on stone pillars in front of the courtyard gate, swaying in the wind.

The gatekeeper glanced at him but said nothing.

The second layer of fetal breathing.

The most common cultivation level in the servants' quarters.

One more or one less makes no difference.

Lin Xiaoyou entered the room with his head down and placed the tattered cloth bag from his waist on the table.

It is not open.

He knew perfectly well

There was only one spirit stone inside.

This is all he has.

But now, he owes twenty dollars.

To be precise, he owed a mysterious senior who was suspected of being able to release "future images of the Shangyuan Dao".

The room was very narrow.

A wooden bed, a broken cabinet, a broken table, and a futon.

There was also half a bag of spirit rice in the corner.

He closed the door, sat cross-legged, and immediately brought up the data SIM card page in his mind.

[Jianzhongxian - Master Qiu Co-branded Data SIM Card]

Current remaining bandwidth: 0MB

[Expected credit to be received next month: 100MB]

[Outstanding Fee: Twenty Spirit Stones]

[Arrears Limit: Up to 50% of the plan's data allowance can be used each month until the bill is paid off]

Lin Xiaoyou stared at the "twenty spirit stones" for a long time.

He reached up and touched his chest.

The lingering sense of security from the private accounts there made him feel at ease.

The two black wolves charged at them and were instantly killed by the impact.

Without this data SIM card, he would be lying by Wangyue Lake by now.

"It must be repaid."

Lin Xiaoyou said in a low voice.

It's not that my conscience is bothering me.

It's fear.

That senior can even casually mention "Nine Clans Elimination Game," who knows if he's serious?

He dared not gamble.

What's more, his senior even showed him that scene.

Lantern Festival.

Yu Zhen.

True Lord.

These few words alone made him feel weak all over, and he had no intention of disobeying them.

Lin Xiaoyou closed his eyes.

First, break through the barriers, earn as much money as you can, and then ask your family for support.

The path is clear.

Even if he neither steals nor robs, it's hard to say whether he could save up twenty yuan if he didn't eat, drink, or practice for ten years.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

The sound was very soft.

Lin Xiaoyou opened his eyes.

"Who?"

"Junior Brother Lin, it's me, Chen Shou."

A hushed voice came from outside the door.

Lin Xiaoyou frowned.

Chen Shou, a fellow disciple of the Miscellaneous Service Office, is at the first level of the Fetal Breathing stage.

He's usually quiet and reserved; he's not a bad person, just poor.

He was even poorer than him.

Lin Xiaoyou got up and opened the door.

A tall, thin young man stood outside the door, his blue robe faded from washing, with ink stains on the cuffs. Upon seeing him, Chen Shou hurriedly squeezed into the room and whispered:

"Junior Brother Lin, lend me a spirit stone."

Lin Xiaoyou's fingers tightened.

He almost burst out laughing.

Good guy.

I just owe you twenty yuan, and you're going to lend me one yuan?

"What's it for?" Lin Xiaoyou asked.

Chen Shou's eyes flickered.

"Urgent."

"What is it used for in an emergency?"

"Cultivation."

You're lying.

"Have you ever practiced cultivation?"

Lin Xiaoyou stared at his cuff; there was ink on it.

The ink is very fresh.

Chen Shou hid his hands behind his back.

Lin Xiaoyou was even more certain.

This person is in trouble.

"I don't have any spirit stones either," Lin Xiaoyou said, closing the door. "You should ask someone else."

Chen Shouyi braced himself against the door, his voice even lower.

"Junior Brother Lin, I know you have at least one piece. Just one, I'll return it to you in three days."

How did you know?

Chen Shou remained silent.

Lin Xiaoyou narrowed his eyes.

The servants' quarters may be poor, but they are the best at spotting each other among the poor.

Everyone knows who saved up half a spirit stone, who exchanged for a new talisman, and who ate an extra bowl of spirit rice.

It's not surprising that Chen Shou knew he had one.

Strangely, Chen Shouping never asked to borrow money.

"What exactly do you want?"

Chen Shou gritted his teeth.

"I really can't say."

Lin Xiaoyou raised his hand and opened the door completely.

"Okay, I'll go check on your room."

Chen Shou's expression changed.

"No!"

This reaction is too strong.

Lin Xiaoyou immediately walked outside.

Chen Shou reached out to stop him.

Lin Xiaoyou stopped and glanced at him.

"If you've done something shameful, I won't lend you money."

Chen Shou hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his hand.

"Don't shout."

"It depends."

The two walked one after the other through the back row of the servants' quarters.

Chen Shouzhu's house was even more secluded than Lin Xiaoyou's, with a sliver of yellow light shining through the crack in the door.

He pushed the door open and went in.

A wave of ink-like smell swept over.

Lin Xiaoyou stood at the door, his eyes fixed on her.

The interior is basically the same as before.

There are no elixirs.

There are no talismans.

There are no magical herbs.

There was just an extra table full of papers.

The paper was covered with writing.

There were also a few small booklets with thick thread binding piled up in the corner.

The cover had several large characters written on it:

The Domineering Immortal Lord Falls in Love with Me

Lin Xiaoyou fell silent.

Chen Shou stood to the side, his ears gradually turning red.

Lin Xiaoyou picked up a book.

Turn to the first page.

She fled, he chased, but she couldn't escape.

I randomly turned to another page.

"With a wave of his hand, the Immortal Lord conjured up a hundred spirit stones."

Lin Xiaoyou: "..."

He turned another page.

"Leng Wushuang grabbed her chin, his voice low and deep: 'Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.'"

Lin Xiaoyou's hand trembled slightly.

He slammed the book shut.

The room became quiet.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at Chen Shou.

"You borrowed spirit stones just to imprint this?"

Chen Shou's voice was very soft.

"They say the female cultivators in the market area have been watching this kind of thing lately."

"Selling two Soul Shards per book will definitely break even."

"If you become famous, you're guaranteed to make money."

Lin Xiaoyou took a deep breath.

He felt the twenty spirit stones in his mind were glowing.

People in debt can't stand seeing others court disaster.

They especially can't stand seeing poor people courting death.

"Are you crazy?"

Chen Shou looked up.

"I'm not crazy."

"The sect's allowance isn't enough for cultivation, gathering herbs risks being bitten by monsters, mining requires paying a cut, I have no talent for drawing talismans, and I lack the tools for refining weapons. All I can do is write."

"What do you call this a thing?"

Lin Xiaoyou slammed the booklet on the table.

"This is murder for money!"

Chen Shou's face turned red.

"You don't understand, popular novels have a market in the marketplace."

"market?"

Lin Xiaoyou sneered and picked up another book.

The Useless Son-in-Law Remains Silent for Three Years, Then His Cry Startles the Immortals

He opened it.

"The three-year period has come to an end; we respectfully welcome the Dragon King back to his throne."

Lin Xiaoyou's eye twitched.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"You deserve to be broke if you write novels? Pah!"

Chen Shou was so scolded that he took half a step back.

"What makes you say that?"

"Xiu Xiu is insulting people for no reason!"

"Because I'm poor."

Lin Xiaoyou pointed to the paper on the table.

"The poor understand the poor best."

"You can't sell these things. Even if you do, you won't earn any spirit stones."

Chen Shou gritted his teeth.

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

Lin Xiaoyou didn't say anything.

He stared at the book on the table, and suddenly his mind started working.

Popular fiction.

Fangshi.

Female cultivator.

spread.

If a booklet can be sold, the message can also be disseminated.

I can't say about the data SIM card.

The senior cannot say.

But he could say it was "by chance".

He said he encountered danger at Wangyue Lake, escaped death, and suddenly had an epiphany, greatly improving his cultivation.

Once the name gets out, the family will find out.

If his family knew, he would have a chance to get spirit stones.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at Chen Shou.

"You really want to make money?"

Chen Shouyi was taken aback.

"think."

"Listen to me, don't write anything about a domineering immortal lord."

"Then what should I write?"

Lin Xiaoyou sat down and picked up a pen.

"Write about a cultivator from the bottom achieving a comeback."

Chen Shou frowned.

"It's so fake."

"I don't care if it's fake, as long as it's fun."

"Besides, it's still more genuine than your domineering immortal lord."

Lin Xiaoyou dipped his brush in ink and wrote the book title.

"The miscellaneous disciple of Qingchi returns from Wangyue Lake, breaking through three realms in a single day."

Chen Shou stared at the book title.

"Is that you?"

Lin Xiaoyou looked at him.

"Therefore it is real."

Chen Shou's lips twitched.

"You've broken through to the third realm?"

"Soon."

What does "soon" mean?

"It means don't ask."

Chen Shou remained silent.

Lin Xiaoyou continued, "Write about me being chased by the black wolf, experiencing a brush with death and gaining enlightenment. Then write about how some people in the servants' quarters looked down on me, and how I proved them wrong in the small competition three days later."

As Chen Shou listened, his eyes lit up.

"There is conflict, there is anticipation, and there is suspense."

"right."

"But can you really prove me wrong in three days?"

Lin Xiaoyou stared at the grayed-out traffic page in his mind.

There are still two days until the money arrives next month.

Three days later, it will be able to use exactly 50M.

From the second to the third level of fetal breathing, consumption is based on the package, and the next round requires 40M.

enough.

Lin Xiaoyou nodded.

"able."

Chen Shou took a breath.

He suddenly realized that his usually quiet junior brother Lin had changed.

It's not that my cultivation level has changed.

It's her eyes that have changed.

Chen Shou sat down and laid out the paper again.

"So how should we write the first chapter?"

Lin Xiaoyou thought for a moment.

"It begins by saying—"

"That day, by the Moon Gazing Lake, young friend Lin thought he was going to die."

Chen Shou paused, his pen still.

"Then?"

Lin Xiaoyou grinned.

"Then he understood."