Chapter 10 Diary

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 would 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 that!

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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 a pleasure.

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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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, it was June 4th, a rainy day.

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, and 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 to 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 that!

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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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, it was June 7, a rainy day.

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 for me.

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

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

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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, it was June 8, a rainy day.

Life remaining is 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 my conscience has not been eaten by dogs, so 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.

Spending ten low-grade spiritual stones, he bought 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 was not the time to enjoy it.

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

I am a little interested.

He said that she looks like him.

I said, Uncle Han, goodbye.

Manager Wang, I am in a good mood today, so I won’t fuck your grandmother. When will you pay me back the twenty low-grade spirit stones you owe me?

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Xian calendar year 2562, June 13, sunny.

One month and seventeen days of life left.

Refining robes.

Daoist Zhang received a guest last night and didn’t sleep well. Damn, it’s all poverty. Poverty is the original sin of everything.

Because of poor spirit, the refining failed.

I went out and bought ten pieces of tranquilizing incense.

I hope to sleep well today.

Manager Wang, I will fuck your grandmother!

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Xian calendar year 2562, June 14, cloudy.

One month and sixteen days of life left.

Even with tranquilizing incense, I still didn’t sleep well.

Taking the opportunity of the tiger, I chatted with Zhang Li for a while. Zhang Li said that it was the customer's request that he shout loudly to show his strength. In fact, the other party was very fast and there was no feeling...

Ah, it's true that people really emphasize what they lack.

Like me, I won't emphasize that I am big.

Refining robes...

Triggered the lucky skill of the weapon refiner and succeeded.

However, this is also considered a near failure. If I am in a better mood, I can succeed even without triggering the lucky skill of the weapon refiner.

I thought of a way,

book Zhang Li for the night.

Of course, I don't really want to do that kind of thing. I can't do it because the evil spirit in my body has not been removed.

Mainly for a good sleep.

When I asked the price, thirty broken spirit stones for one night.

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

Paid Zhang Li thirty broken spirit stones.

Manager Wang owes me twenty low-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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2562nd year of the Immortal Calendar, June 15th, sunny.

One month and 15 days of life left.

Woke up, full of energy.

Refining success.

Happy.

So I took Zhang Li for another night.

Manager Wang owes me 20 low-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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2562nd year of the Immortal Calendar, June 16th, sunny.

One month and 14 days of life left.

Refining success.

So happy.

Three out of four refining materials were successful, with a success rate of 75%. It can be seen that I am really a genius in refining.

According to 14 spirit stones per portion, that is 42 low-grade spirit stones.

Enough spirit stones for the Evil-Breaking Talisman.

I will set up a stall tomorrow, and buy the Evil-Breaking Talisman after I sell them.

Life is full of hope.

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

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The lights were dim, Wu Tao finished writing the last sentence of today's diary, looked at the ugly brush writing on it, closed the book, and solemnly placed it under the pillow.

"I hope everything goes well with the stall tomorrow!"

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