Keeping a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals

It was sunny on May 30, 2562 in the Xian calendar.

Life remaining, two months.

It’s the thirtieth day since I traveled to the world of cultivating immortals. I’m in a good mood today. The robe was successfully sold. I’d like to thank the middle-aged casual cultivator who bought my robe. The way he paid for it so casually is something I’ll never forget.

Without him, I wouldn't be able to pay this month's rent, I'd be kicked out of my home, or there would be even more unacceptable consequences.

Special thanks to Zhang Li. If Daoyou Zhang hadn't been so generous and lent me money... Daoyou Zhang was my savior. I would repay him well if I had the chance.

Zhang Daoyou's identity... Well, I have never discriminated against her identity. Whether in the past or present, I have never discriminated against people in her industry.

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

I hereby solemnly declare that in this life, and even in the next life, I, Wu Tao, will fight for my life through gambling and drug abuse.

Hmm... If I have a chance to repay Daoyou Zhang... for her, the best way to repay her is to take care of her business, right?

A simple plan for the main work in the next month is to refine the robes and buy evil-destroying talismans. First, get rid of the evil energy in the body, otherwise everything will be in vain.

With the weapon refiner profession, I can already refine the first-level and second-level blast robe, and I have great hope.

Let’s simply record it here... The words used are from the past life. No one will recognize it, so there is no need to worry about what will happen if someone sees it.

And one more thing,

Manager Wang from the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. Don’t forget it!

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It was sunny on June 3, 2562 in the Xian calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and twenty-seven days.

After two days of rest, I adjusted my condition to the peak... Hey, a person who is possessed by evil, how can he reach the peak...

Fellow Daoist Zhang didn't receive any guests last night, so it was a good day to refine the robe.

The robe was successfully refined, thank myself and fellow Daoist Zhang.

Fourteen more low-grade spiritual stones were put into the account, which was very satisfying.

The day to rid the body of evil spirits is getting closer...

Manager Wang from the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. Don’t forget it!

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It was a rainy day on June 4, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and twenty-six days.

Damn it, the refining of the robe failed, I’m not in the mood.

Don’t blame Daoyou Zhang, after all, Daoyou Zhang also needs to eat.

Manager Wang, I’ll fuck your grandma!

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It was a rainy day on June 5, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining, one month and twenty-five days.

It’s another rainy day. I get inexplicably irritated when it rains. Maybe it’s going to rain throughout June.

Hu Ge, please stop singing!

I didn’t have an umbrella, so I borrowed one from Zhang Li next door.

Go to the market and set up a stall.

I had a super expensive lunch in the morning, a broken spiritual stone.

If we can't sell the robes tomorrow, I'll sell box lunches too, which will be better and cheaper than yours.

There are 50 broken spiritual stones left on his body.

Manager Wang from the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. Don’t forget it!

Manager Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!

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It was a rainy day on June 6, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and twenty-four days.

Set up a stall.

Put on a lonely.

Oh shit.

The food sellers in the market are a trap.

Manager Wang, I'm going to fuck your grandma!

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It was a rainy day on June 7, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life remaining is one month and twenty-three days.

I only have nineteen broken spiritual stones on me, which is not enough to pay the stall fee.

I had no choice but to borrow a low-grade spiritual stone from Zhang Li. Daoyou Zhang suspected that I was going to gamble. I had just declared a few days ago that I was sworn in with gambling and drug addiction. How could I go gambling? I immediately solemnly swore that if I went to gamble, There will be no eternal life.

Zhang Li was shocked when she saw that I was swearing on my path, and quickly took out a hundred broken spiritual stones and gave them to me.

Hey, Zhang Li's favor is hard to return.

Manager Wang, I'm going to fuck your grandma!

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It was a rainy day on June 8, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and twenty-two days.

Don’t say anything anymore, Manager Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!

We will start selling lunch boxes tomorrow.

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It was cloudy on June 9, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and twenty-one days.

It finally stopped raining.

Those who sell lunch boxes, I told you that I would trap you to death.

I am coming.

Please accept my sanction, lunchbox monsters!

After selling the box lunch for a day, the purchase cost of the ingredients was twenty spirit stones. After all the goods were sold, a total of fifteen spirit stones were gained and five were lost.

It seems that since my conscience has not been eaten by dogs, I should not be able to make any money.

Manager Wang, I'm going to fuck your grandma!

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It was a sunny day on June 10, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining, one month and twenty days.

Set up a stall.

Hahaha, finally sold.

Although it was still sold for only fourteen low-grade spiritual stones on the grounds that it did not have a certificate certified by the Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall, it was finally sold.

It's not easy.

I must get the certificate in the future.

Spend ten low-grade spiritual stones and buy twelve spark stones and four kilograms of demon silk from the weapon refining materials shop.

I paid Zhang Li a piece, paid taxes and paid a piece and forty broken spiritual stones, and there was still one and sixty broken spiritual stones left. .

Passing by Uncle Han's spiritual rice stall, Uncle Han asked me if I wanted to buy spiritual rice. I hesitated for a moment, but still didn't buy it. Now is not the time to enjoy it.

By the way, Uncle Han also said that he would introduce his daughter to me as a Taoist companion.

I'm having some sex.

Said he looked like him.

I said, Uncle Han, leave.

Manager Wang, if you're in a good mood today, I won't fuck your grandma anymore. When will you pay back the twenty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones you owe me?

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It was a sunny day on June 13, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining, one month and 17 days.

Refining the robe.

Daoist friend Zhang received a guest last night. He didn't sleep well and worked hard because he was poor. Poverty is the original sin of everything.

Due to poor mental health, the refining failed.

I went out and bought ten sticks of Ningshen Incense.

Hope you have a good sleep today.

Manager Wang, I'm going to fuck your grandma!

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It was cloudy on June 14, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining, one month and sixteen days.

Even with the calming fragrance, I still didn't sleep well.

Taking advantage of Hu Zi's opportunity, I chatted with Zhang Li for a while. Zhang Li said that it was because of the customer's request, so he shouted loudly to show that he was powerful. In fact, the other party was very fast and didn't feel it...

Alas, as expected, when people really lack something, they have to emphasize it.

Like me, I will not emphasize that I am big.

Refining the robe...

The weapon refiner's lucky skill was triggered, successfully.

However, this can be considered a near failure. If the spirit was better, it could be successful even without triggering the weapon refiner's lucky skill.

I thought of a way,

A night with Zhang Li.

Of course, I don’t really want to do that kind of thing. I still have the evil spirit in me, so I can’t do it.

Mainly to get a good night's sleep.

When I asked about the price, it was thirty broken spiritual stones per night.

Good guy, thirty broken spiritual stones a day is equivalent to nine hundred broken spiritual stones in a month. Nine low-grade spiritual stones are equivalent to the original owner working hard in Qingling Sect for three months.

He paid Zhang Li thirty broken spiritual stones.

Manager Wang owes me twenty low-grade spiritual stones, don’t forget it!

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It was a sunny day on June 15, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining, one month and fifteen days.

Wake up feeling full of energy.

Refined successfully.

happy.

So he kept Zhang Li overnight.

Manager Wang owes me twenty low-grade spiritual stones, don’t forget it!

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It was a sunny day on June 16, 2562 of the Immortal Calendar.

Life span remaining: one month and fourteen days.

Refined successfully.

so happy.

Of the four refining materials, three were successful, with a success rate of 75%. It can be seen that I am really a little genius in refining weapons.

Calculated based on fourteen spiritual stones per portion, that is forty-two low-grade spiritual stones.

The evil-breaking talisman's spirit stone is enough.

I'll set up a stall tomorrow and buy the evil-busting talisman when it's sold out.

Life is full of hope.

Manager Wang, please allow me to say hello to your grandma!

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Under the bright light, Wu Tao finished writing the last sentence in today's diary. He looked at the calligraphy of "Chou Bi Chou Bi" on it, closed the book, and placed it solemnly under the pillow.

"I hope the stall setting up tomorrow goes well!"

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