Chapter 10

Xianli 2562, May 30, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: Two months.

On the thirtieth day of crossing into the world of cultivation, I feel quite good today. I successfully sold my magic robe, and I must thank the middle-aged wandering cultivator who bought it. His casual way of paying will probably be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

If not for him, I wouldn't have been able to pay this month's rent and would have been kicked out by the real estate agent, or faced even worse consequences.

I especially thank Zhang Li. If not for Daoist Sister Zhang's generosity in lending me money... Daoist Sister Zhang is my savior, and I will definitely repay her when I have the chance.

Daoist Sister Zhang's identity... Well, I have never discriminated against her, whether in my past life or this one. I have never looked down on people in her profession.

I have always been a law-abiding person, no matter which world I am in.

Here, I solemnly declare that in this life, and even in the next, I, Wu Tao, will never have anything to do with gambling or drugs.

Hmm... I should find a way to repay Daoist Sister Zhang... For her, the best way to repay her would be to take care of her business, right?

Let me plan out my main tasks for the next month: I need to refine magic robes and buy Evil-Dispelling Talismans to remove the evil qi in my body. Otherwise, everything else is just talk.

With my profession as an alchemist, I can now refine a first-grade, second-level Sprinting Magic Robe, and I have a good chance of success.

I'll keep this simple... I'm using the script from my past life, so no one will recognize it, and I don't have to worry about anyone seeing it.

One more thing,

Wang Manager at the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones. Don't forget!

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Xianli 2562, June 3, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-seven days.

After resting for two days and adjusting my state to the peak... well, a person possessed by evil qi doesn't really have a peak...

Last night, Daoist Sister Zhang didn't have any customers, so it was a good day to refine the magic robe.

The magic robe was successfully refined. Thank myself, thank Daoist Sister Zhang.

Another fourteen low-grade spirit stones in the account, feeling good.

The day to remove the evil qi in my body is getting closer...

Wang Manager at the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones. Don't forget!

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Xianli 2562, June 4, Rainy.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-six days.

Damn, the magic robe refinement failed, and I'm in a bad mood.

Don't blame Daoist Sister Zhang; after all, she has to eat too.

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 5, Rainy.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-five days.

Another rainy day, and I feel inexplicably irritable. Is it going to rain the whole month of June?

Hu Ge, please stop singing!

No umbrella, borrowed one from Zhang Li next door.

Went to the market to set up a stall.

Had a very expensive lunch, one broken spirit stone.

If I can't sell the magic robe tomorrow, I'll start selling boxed meals, which will be better and cheaper than yours, and I'll outcompete you bastards.

I have fifty broken spirit stones left.

Wang Manager at the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones. Don't forget!

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 6, Rainy.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-four days.

Set up a stall.

Set up in vain.

Damn.

The boxed meal sellers in the market are scammers.

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 7, Rainy.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-three days.

I only have nineteen broken spirit stones left, not enough to pay for the stall fee.

No choice, borrowed another low-grade spirit stone from Zhang Li. Daoist Sister Zhang suspected I was going to gamble. I just declared a few days ago that I would never have anything to do with gambling or drugs, so how could I go gambling? I solemnly swore that if I went gambling, I would not live forever.

Seeing me swear by my Daoist path, Zhang Li was startled and quickly gave me a hundred broken spirit stones.

Oh, Zhang Li's favor is hard to repay.

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 8, Rainy.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-two days.

Nothing to say, Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

Starting to sell boxed meals tomorrow.

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Xianli 2562, June 9, Overcast.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty-one days.

Finally, it's not raining.

I said I would outcompete the boxed meal sellers.

I'm here.

Accept my punishment, boxed meal monsters!

Sold boxed meals all day, the cost of ingredients was twenty broken spirit stones, and after selling, I made fifteen broken spirit stones, a loss of five.

It seems my conscience hasn't been eaten by a dog, so I shouldn't make money.

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 10, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: One month and twenty days.

Set up a stall.

Ha ha ha, finally sold it.

Although it was sold for only fourteen low-grade spirit stones because I didn't have a certification from the Wushan Refinement Hall, at least it was sold.

Not easy.

I must get certified in the future.

Spent ten low-grade spirit stones to buy twelve Starfire Stones and four pounds of demon silk from a refinement material shop.

Paid back Zhang Li one low-grade spirit stone, paid taxes of one low-grade spirit stone and forty broken spirit stones, and have one low-grade spirit stone and sixty broken spirit stones left.

Passed by Uncle Han's spirit rice stall, and Uncle Han asked if I wanted to buy spirit rice. I hesitated for a moment but didn't buy it; it's not time to indulge yet.

By the way, Uncle Han also said he wanted to introduce his daughter to me as a Daoist companion.

I have no interest.

He said she looks like him.

I said, Uncle Han, goodbye.

Wang Manager, since I'm in a good mood today, I won't curse your grandmother. When will you pay back the twenty low-grade spirit stones you owe me?

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Xianli 2562, June 13, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: One month and seventeen days.

Refining magic robes.

Last night, Daoist Sister Zhang had a customer and didn't sleep well. Damn, it's all because of poverty; poverty is the root of all evil.

Due to poor mental state, the refinement failed.

Went out to buy ten Calming Incense sticks.

Hope to have a good sleep tonight.

Wang Manager, I'll curse your grandmother!

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Xianli 2562, June 14, Overcast.

Remaining lifespan: One month and sixteen days.

Even with the Calming Incense, I still didn't sleep well.

Borrowed the chance to chat with Zhang Li while she was cleaning up. Zhang Li said the customer required her to be loud to show his power, but it was actually quick and she didn't feel much...

Sigh, indeed, people emphasize what they lack.

Like me, I don't emphasize my size.

Refining magic robes...

Triggered the Alchemist's Lucky Skill, succeeded.

However, it was almost a failure. If my mental state was better, I could have succeeded without triggering the Alchemist's Lucky Skill.

Thought of a way,

Book Zhang Li for the night.

Of course, not to do that kind of thing; the evil qi in my body hasn't been removed yet.

Mainly to get a good sleep.

Asked the price, thirty broken spirit stones per night.

Good grief, thirty broken spirit stones a day, that's nine hundred broken spirit stones a month, nine low-grade spirit stones, equivalent to the original owner working hard for three months at the Qingling Sect.

Paid Zhang Li thirty broken spirit stones.

Wang Manager owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones. Don't forget!

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Xianli 2562, June 15, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: One month and fifteen days.

Woke up feeling refreshed.

Refinement succeeded.

Happy.

So, booked Zhang Li for another night.

Wang Manager owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones. Don't forget!

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Xianli 2562, June 16, Sunny.

Remaining lifespan: One month and fourteen days.

Refinement succeeded.

So happy.

Out of four sets of materials, three succeeded, a success rate of seventy-five percent. Clearly, I am a little genius in alchemy.

At fourteen low-grade spirit stones per set, that's forty-two low-grade spirit stones.

Enough for the Evil-Dispelling Talismans.

Going to set up a stall tomorrow, sell them, and buy the Evil-Dispelling Talismans.

Life is full of hope.

Wang Manager, please allow me to greet your grandmother!

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The lamp was dim, and Wu Tao finished writing the last sentence of today's diary. Looking at the ugly brush strokes, he closed the book and placed it under his pillow solemnly.

"Hope the stall goes well tomorrow!"

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