Farming While Waiting for Immortality, Maybe!

"Call the landlord..."

"Bid for the landlord..."

"Three with one..."

"Beat that..."

"Airplane..."

"I've waited until the flowers have withered!"

The familiar racket drifted over from beside him now and then. Little Moon Spirit had been completely conquered by this little game. She held the phone in both hands, her expression intent, jade-like fingers hesitating, big eyes wide, little mouth slightly open—a nervous yet excited little sight.

Yibao rolled her pale little eyes at the sight, feeling that Little Moon Spirit's skills were truly awful.

Hearing those familiar, amusing calls, Wu Chu could not help but curl his lips into a faint smile.

But after a while, Wu Chu gradually began to feel that something was off.

In this wilderness of barren hills, a cute little sprite dressed in ancient-style chef's robes was playing Fight the Landlord on a phone. No matter how he looked at it, it felt rather out of place.

"Little Moon Spirit, it's time to cook. This is just a little game. Playing it for a while is enough; you can't waste all your time on it. You'll lose your ambition to idle amusements."

"Okay, okay!" Little Moon Spirit was quite obedient. Though reluctant, she still put down the phone without hesitation and resumed her identity as Little Chef.

As Little Moon Spirit went to make food for Wu Chu, Yibao's voice sounded in his mind. "Aren't you afraid people will suspect your identity if you bring out something like that? Little Moon Spirit is silly, so she's easy to fool, but can the other living beings of the Primordial World be coaxed as easily as she is?"

Wu Chu fell silent at that, then smiled. "What's the big deal? I'm just an Ordinary person, not some long-lived being. Whether I can even live out this life peacefully in this world is still a question. Is there any need to worry about such things?"

They said that time went uncounted in the Primordial World. That showed just how long and terrifying its timeline was. And this world was so vast that perhaps, apart from the few living beings he already knew, he would never see anyone else again in his entire life.

Or perhaps he would encounter some ferocious and brutal creature. With his scrawny arms and legs, he might not even be able to keep himself alive. Who knew when he might be eaten?

So he felt there was no need to be overly cautious. Living timidly was a life; living freely was also a life. If he died, then he died. What was there to agonize over?

Over this period of time, Wu Chu had thought about many things, and he had gradually come to terms with it.

But Yibao seemed disappointed in him. "Have you never considered cultivating and turning yourself into a long-lived being? The outside world is filled with Primordial Spiritual Energy. Even breathing is cultivation. If a pig came to this world, it would grow stronger over time!"

Wu Chu smiled. "No one knows whether tomorrow or disaster will come first. No matter how cautious I am, I still can't stand against those Innate Divine Beings..."

"You... can't you show a little ambition?" Yibao glared at Wu Chu as though he were beyond teaching. "Your constitution is constantly improving. What if one day you can cultivate? What if you can become an immortal? Then all your carelessness now will become weaknesses in the future. Are you really willing to live like this for the rest of your life? Aren't you willing to give it a try? Don't you want to return to your old world someday? Didn't they say that one can travel through the past and future upon reaching the Daluo realm?"

"This... I think the chances are probably not very high... right?"

"Even if the Daluo realm isn't enough, isn't there still the Primordial Chaos Realm above it?"

"You really dare to dream!"

"A person's harvest is as great as their courage. If one has no dreams, how are they any different from salted fish? You're not even as good as me, a Phone Sprite! The Primordial World may be dangerous, and we may not be able to go out, but seeking immortals, asking the Dao, and pursuing longevity is one path. Isn't staying here to farm while waiting for immortality another path? Why block off your own road right now?"

Hearing this, Wu Chu put on the look of someone struck by a morning bell and evening drum, suddenly enlightened. He sighed deeply. "My parents gave me life, but Yibao understands me!"

"Nonsense. I know perfectly well what little videos unhealthy for body and mind you watched using me, and what little books you read. How could I not know you..."

"Little Yibao, let bygones be bygones. We're still good friends!"

"I don't have to be your good friend. I can be your little lover instead!"

"..."

"Giggle..." Seeing Wu Chu at a loss for words, Yibao raised her little head with a victorious grin and giggled. Then she said, "I've decided. I'm going to modify the program!"

"You can modify programs? You're capable of that?" Wu Chu asked doubtfully. "I don't think I ever downloaded any programming knowledge before!"

"There's no need. I know the operating principles of every program in the phone. As long as I understand those, modifying a program is easy. Even writing one wouldn't be difficult. I didn't have autonomous learning capabilities before, but now I do."

"Fine, then. Do whatever you want!"

Wu Chu shrugged and let her tinker away while he continued building the chicken coop.

Yibao rubbed her chin as she pondered. "Master, what do you think we should rename Fight the Landlord? It would be best if it fit the style of the Primordial World."

"Whatever. Just don't call it 'Fight the Dao Ancestor.'"

At this point in time, the Dao Ancestor had yet to attain the Dao, so saying it was no big deal. But if the Dao Ancestor attained the Dao in the future, playing something like that would be a grave disrespect.

Though he had already mentally prepared himself for death, he still did not want to be slapped to death because he had disrespected the Dao Ancestor.

"Then let's call it Beast Brawl!"

Yibao had originally wanted to call it something like "Dragon and Phoenix Brawl," but after thinking about it, these two clans were at the height of their power right now. The consequences of offending them would be unimaginable.

It was better not to court that disaster.

After Wu Chu finished the chicken coop, ate the Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms prepared by Little Moon Spirit, and fell asleep beneath the effects of that Lingzhi, Little Moon Spirit picked up the phone once more.

Then she stared at Yibao with a bewildered expression. "Yibao, where's Fight the Landlord?"

Yibao gave an oh. "Master said Fight the Landlord didn't sound nice, so it was changed to Beast Brawl. The rules are the same. If you don't like it, then don't play it. It wastes my Merit too!"

"Ah! Playing this consumes Merit too?"

Little Moon Spirit asked somewhat guiltily, "Does it consume a lot of Merit?"

Yibao gave a light cough and shook her head. "Not really, but if you feel bad about it, you can transfer the Merit inside you into the phone. I wouldn't refuse."

How could the innocent Little Moon Spirit understand the dangers of the world? Led on by Yibao, she transferred most of the tiny amount of Merit Power within her into the phone.

Yibao could not absorb other forms of energy, but Merit Power was no problem for her, because she herself was the artifact spirit of a Merit Supreme Treasure.

Seeing this, Yibao enthusiastically introduced some of the phone's other functions to Little Moon Spirit. "Little Moon Spirit, do you know that besides Beast Brawl, we also have a game called Mahjong? It's really fun! Look..."

"Does this consume Merit Power too?"

"Of course! But you only need to recharge a little Merit Power each day, and then you can play as much as you want... Oh, no, a day in this world is far too long..."

Yibao transformed into a crooked merchant and extended her devilish claws toward the innocent Little Moon Spirit.

Yibao definitely did not possess such a thing as a conscience.

Sure enough, Little Moon Spirit was quickly drawn in by Mahjong. It was not until Yibao had stripped all the Merit Power from her that she realized something was wrong.

Merit was not something that could be cultivated casually. Wasn't it far too extravagant to use something so precious for entertainment?

"Brother A Chu was right. I really have lost my ambition to idle amusements! Sob, sob, sob..."

When Wu Chu woke up, he happened to hear Little Moon Spirit's heartbroken sobbing.

Only after asking did he learn what had happened.

He looked speechlessly at Yibao, who acted as though it had nothing to do with her. "Doesn't your conscience hurt, deceiving such an innocent, kind, adorable little being of the Primordial World?"

"Conscience? Yibao is only a Phone Sprite. Do I have something like that?"

"If you keep this up, I'll completely format you."

Yibao froze, then pouted. "She wanted to play it herself. I already told her that playing these games consumes Merit."

"Brother A Chu, this is my fault. I was greedy for fun. Don't blame Yibao."

Silly and adorable Little Moon Spirit was still defending Yibao even now.

Though both of them were at fault—one had maliciously deceived her, while the other had been deceived by curiosity—Wu Chu knew perfectly well that Yibao had been leading innocent Little Moon Spirit astray.

Wu Chu felt that he could no longer let Yibao harm Little Moon Spirit, so he put away the phone. "If you want to play little games like these, I'll teach you one we can make ourselves later..."

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