A beautiful day began with sleeping until I woke naturally.
Purple-red morning rays spread with the rising sun. The faint mist of dawn had already dispersed, and the rolling mountains in the distance looked ever more verdant beneath the morning light. With the arrival of the Month of Midsummer, the Jiuyao Mountain Range was gradually entering its most luxuriant season, and Jiuyao City had awakened from its slumber, brimming everywhere with vitality and vigor.
Looking around, people came and went through the streets. Complex machinery centered around formations operated slowly beneath the protection of some sort of barrier. Whether cultivators or ordinary people, all had begun another busy day. They were the wage slaves of a fantasy world.
"No world can do without wage slaves..."
Watching a cultivator in the distance stride along briskly while carrying an enormous piece of machinery, a certain boss could not help sighing softly. Fortunately, it had little to do with him. As a boss whose ultimate goal in life was to muddle through and wait for death, the life of a wage slave was absolutely impossible.
After stretching and taking several deep breaths of fresh air, he slowly left the room.
"Boss, you're up pretty early today." Yao Ziyan, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, said with a smile, "Perfect timing. Help me peel those things."
"Oh, all right." Luo Chuan nodded in agreement. He was merely usually too lazy to move.
After more than ten busy minutes—during most of which Luo Chuan had been slacking off—breakfast was finally ready. There were little cakes giving off a sweet fragrance, pan-fried fish with golden-brown surfaces and snow-white interiors, and fruits of all colors cut into pieces and arranged on plates...
It seemed Yao Ziyan had grown tired of steamed buns and porridge and wanted