Diary

Immortal Calendar 2562, May 30, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: two months.

It was the thirtieth day since I had transmigrated into the cultivation world. I was in a good mood today. The Magic Robe had sold successfully. My thanks to that middle-aged Rogue Cultivator who bought it. I estimated I would never forget the dashing way he paid.

Without him, I would not have been able to pay this month's rent and would have been driven out by the Brokerage Agency, or suffered consequences even harder to accept.

Special thanks to Zhang Li. If Fellow Daoist Zhang had not been so generous as to lend me money... Fellow Daoist Zhang was practically my lifesaver. I would definitely repay her properly if I got the chance.

Fellow Daoist Zhang's identity... Mm, I had never discriminated against her profession, whether in my past life or this one. I had never discriminated against people in her line of work.

I had always been a law-abiding person. It was the same no matter which world I was in.

I solemnly declared here that in this life, and even in the next, I, Wu Tao, would be irreconcilable with gambling and drugs.

Mm... If I got the chance to repay Fellow Daoist Zhang... the best repayment for her would be to support her business, right?

A simple plan for the coming month's main work: refine Magic Robes and buy Evil-Breaking Talismans. First, I had to purge the Yin Evil Qi from my body. Otherwise, everything else would be empty talk.

With the Artifact Refiner profession, I could already refine First-Rank Level 2 Wind-Speed Magic Robes. There was great hope.

I would keep the record simple for now... I was using writing from my past life. No one would recognize it, so I did not need to worry about anyone seeing it.

There was one more thing.

Manager Wang at the Azure Spirit Sect Mine still owed me Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Do not forget!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 3, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-seven days.

After resting for two days, I had adjusted myself to peak condition... Heh, what peak condition could someone under Evil Possession possibly have...

Fellow Daoist Zhang had not received guests last night. It was a good day to refine Magic Robes.

The Magic Robe refinement succeeded. Thanks to myself, thanks to Fellow Daoist Zhang.

Another Fourteen Low-Grade Spirit Stones entered my account. Delightful.

The day I would purge the Yin Evil Qi from my body was drawing closer and closer...

Manager Wang at the Azure Spirit Sect Mine still owed me Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Do not forget!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 4, rainy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-six days.

Fuck, the Magic Robe refinement failed. I was not in the mood.

It was not Fellow Daoist Zhang's fault. After all, she had to eat too.

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 5, rainy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-five days.

Another rainy day. Rain always made me inexplicably irritable. Could it be that the whole of June would be rainy?

Hu Ge, please stop singing!

I had no umbrella, so I borrowed one from Zhang Li next door.

I went to set up a stall at the Marketplace.

I ate an outrageously expensive lunch this morning. One Fragmented Spirit Stone.

If I still could not sell a Magic Robe tomorrow, I would sell Bento Boxes too. Mine would be tastier and cheaper than yours. I would grind you dog-bastards into the dust.

I had fifty Fragmented Spirit Stones left on me.

Manager Wang at the Azure Spirit Sect Mine still owed me Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Do not forget!

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 6, rainy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-four days.

Set up my stall.

Set it up for nothing.

Fuck.

The people selling food at the Marketplace were scammers.

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 7, rainy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-three days.

I only had nineteen Fragmented Spirit Stones left, not enough to pay the stall fee.

With no other choice, I borrowed another Low-Grade Spirit Stone from Zhang Li. Fellow Daoist Zhang suspected I had gone gambling. I had just declared a few days ago that I was irreconcilable with gambling and drugs, so how could I gamble? I immediately swore solemnly that if I gambled, I would never attain immortality.

Seeing me swear upon my Dao Path, Zhang Li was startled and hurriedly gave me one hundred Fragmented Spirit Stones.

Ah, Zhang Li's favor would be hard to repay.

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 8, rainy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-two days.

Nothing more to say. Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Starting tomorrow, I would sell Bento Boxes.

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 9, cloudy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty-one days.

At last, it was no longer raining.

You bento box sellers, I said I would grind you into the dust.

I had come.

Please accept my judgment, Bento Box Monsters!

After selling Bento Boxes all day, the cost of buying ingredients was twenty Fragmented Spirit Stones. Once everything was sold, I had earned a total of fifteen Fragmented Spirit Stones. I lost five.

It seemed my conscience had not yet been eaten by dogs. No wonder I was doomed not to make money.

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 10, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: One month and twenty days.

Set up my stall.

Hahahaha, it finally sold!

Although someone still used the lack of certification from Five Spring Artifact Refining Hall as an excuse to push the price down to only Fourteen Low-Grade Spirit Stones, it had sold at last.

It had not been easy.

I definitely had to get certified in the future.

I spent ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones at the Artifact Material Shop and bought twelve Starfire Stones and four jin of Demon Silkworm Silk.

After repaying Zhang Li one, and paying one plus forty Fragmented Spirit Stones in taxes, I had one plus sixty Fragmented Spirit Stones left.

Passing Uncle Han's Spirit Rice stall, Uncle Han asked whether I wanted to buy Spirit Rice. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not buy any. It was not yet time to indulge.

Oh, right. Uncle Han also said he wanted to introduce his daughter to me as a Dao Companion.

I became a little interested.

Then he said she looked like him.

I said, "Uncle Han, farewell."

Manager Wang, I was in a good mood today, so I would not fuck your maternal grandmother. When would you repay the Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones you owed me?

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 13, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: One month and seventeen days.

Refined Magic Robes.

Fellow Daoist Zhang had received a guest last night and had not slept well. Damn it, it was all because of poverty. Poverty was the original sin of everything.

Because I was not in good spirits, the refinement failed.

I went out and bought ten sticks of Calm Spirit Incense.

Hopefully, I would sleep well tonight.

Manager Wang, fuck your maternal grandmother!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 14, cloudy.

Lifespan remaining: One month and sixteen days.

Even with Calm Spirit Incense, I still had not slept well.

Using the chance to borrow something from Dao Huzi, I chatted with Zhang Li for a while. Zhang Li said it was at the guest's request: the louder she cried, the more formidable he seemed. In truth, he finished very quickly, and she felt nothing...

Ah, truly, the more people lacked something, the more they insisted on emphasizing it.

Like me—I would never emphasize how big I was.

Refined Magic Robes...

Artifact Refiner's Lucky Skill triggered. Success.

Still, this had nearly counted as a failure. If I had been in better spirits, I could have succeeded even without triggering Artifact Refiner's Lucky Skill.

I thought of a way.

Book Zhang Li for the night.

Of course, I did not really mean doing that sort of thing. The Evil Aura in my body had not been purged, so I could not do it.

It was mainly so I could get a good night's sleep.

I asked the price: thirty Fragmented Spirit Stones for one night.

Good heavens, thirty Fragmented Spirit Stones a day meant nine hundred a month—nine Low-Grade Spirit Stones. That was equivalent to the original owner working himself to death at Azure Spirit Sect for three months.

I paid Zhang Li thirty Fragmented Spirit Stones.

Manager Wang owed me Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Do not forget!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 15, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: One month and fifteen days.

I woke after a night's sleep, full of energy.

Refinement succeeded.

Happy.

So I booked Zhang Li for another night.

Manager Wang owed me Twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Do not forget!

Immortal Calendar 2562, June 16, sunny.

Lifespan remaining: One month and fourteen days.

Refinement succeeded.

I was so happy.

Out of four sets of refining materials, three had actually succeeded. A success rate of seventy-five percent. Clearly, I really was a little artifact-refining genius.

At Fourteen Spirit Stones per set, that was Forty-two Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

I had enough Spirit Stones for Evil-Breaking Talismans.

Tomorrow, I would set up my stall. Once I sold everything, I would buy Evil-Breaking Talismans.

Life was full of hope.

Manager Wang, please allow me to greet your maternal grandmother!

The lamplight was like a bean. After Wu Tao wrote the final sentence of today's diary, he looked at the ugly ugly brushstrokes on the page, closed the notebook, and solemnly placed it beneath his pillow.

"I hope tomorrow's stall goes smoothly!"