Wen Ying couldn’t care less about the disciples’ wild guesses.
All she wanted was to lose the match. That was enough.
【Mission…failed…】
The mission bar popped up at this moment.
It seemed that the punctuation was also used well this time. The system expressed its speechless and disappointment perfectly.
【Host, with your strength, you could have easily defeated Feng Sixuan, why… why did you lose…】
The system’s cautious voice echoed in Wen Ying’s mind.
Now that Wen Ying was in a good mood, she replied to the system.
【You guess?】
【Did the host… leave a back-up plan?】
The system cautiously guessed.
【Wrong.】
Wen Ying replied with a smile.
【Why then…】
The system tentatively asked.
【Because… I want to eat tofu.】
Wen Ying replied.
【What? Which host do you like? Whose tofu do you want to eat? I’m a proper system, I… oh, no, you can’t touch me…】
The system was initially a little flustered, but gradually calmed down.
Oh?
Wen Ying had just said it casually, but she didn’t expect to get such a reaction from the system.
Although, this line of thought about eating tofu is quite similar to before…
The tofu Wen Ying was talking about was literally tofu, the kind you can eat.
Wen Ying, the second female lead, although her emotional lines were messy, after fifty-two cycles of reincarnation, Wen Ying felt that the lines that could be considered true emotional lines were… actually… none.
A veteran tool person.
…
The reason Wen Ying wanted to lose the match was that disciples who lost the match would have to do other tasks assigned by the Xunxian Sect during the subsequent Trial of Immortals.
They were basically some chores that helped ordinary people around the Xunxian Sect.
For example, helping old grandmothers cross the street, preventing them from being hit by carriages; helping old grandfathers with hoarse throats shout out their vegetables; or even helping families who lost their cats find their lost kittens… and so on.
This was a tradition of the Trial of Immortals.
According to the rumors, it was because the Trial of Immortals was not only about the competition but also about learning how to be a good “immortal” in the eyes of ordinary people. Cultivators should not only cultivate their bodies but also their hearts. A compassionate heart can ensure that they will not be led astray or go astray during their cultivation.
Wen Ying thought this was very good.
When she was in college, Wen Ying liked to be a volunteer and do things like sending warmth to nursing homes.
Even finding cats was much more interesting than winning all the way in this competition.
Besides, Wen Ying had another reason for throwing the match.
There was a plot that was based on Wen Ying losing the match. But because in the previous fifty-one cycles, Wen Ying always won all the way, so she had never triggered it.
Untried tasks were naturally novel. This time, she had to check it out.
Moreover, that task was also a task in Xu Huang’s story.
The disciple with the stick last time was instigated by Xu Huang.
So far in this Trial of Immortals, Xu Huang and Murong Mo were both on the winners’ list.
Just as Wen Ying had thought before, merely releasing the ferocious beast, Xu Huang, as one of the female leads, couldn’t completely disappear from the storyline.
When she licked off the bandages in the dungeon that day, she had already thought of a countermeasure.
With her ability to make living people sound like dead people, she would surely lead the elders and Murong Mo to think she had been framed. Mixing truth and falsehood, the elders had already misjudged her once, and misjudging her a second time would be embarrassing.
The elders couldn’t possibly clear Wen Ying’s name again like they did that day. But since they had given her a guilty verdict, after symbolically punishing Murong Mo as a scapegoat, the matter would be over.
Xu Huang was one of the few male and female leads Wen Ying strongly disliked.
The injury from before was too light.
Wen Ying wanted to see what kind of trouble this untriggered task was.
The only problem was that Wen Ying didn’t know when this task would be triggered.
She vaguely remembered it was probably in the evening.
Wen Ying couldn’t just wander around the Xunxian Sect every night just to wait for them, right?
Although the disciples of the Xunxian Sect all had single rooms, it would be strange to ask the elders for a disciple’s room at this time…
So Wen Ying came up with a solution.
There were originally no roads in the world, but when many people walk, roads are created.
There was originally no disciple’s room for her in the Xunxian Sect, but if she built one, wouldn’t there be a disciple’s room for her?
Wen Ying found a secluded corner and took out bricks, wood, and other building materials from her sleeve.
While everyone was still dazed on the competition field, she steadied her feet, focused her energy, and pointed her hand at the bricks and tiles—
In a short while, a brand-new disciple’s room was built.
Wen Ying moved some dust from the side and scattered it on the disciple’s room like a celestial scattering flowers, making the disciple’s room look aged.
Wen Ying then teleported back to her cave abode, simply moving a table and a bed to the disciple’s room.
It took about half an hour to complete everything.
It must be said that cultivation was really good.
At least in terms of life, it was very convenient.
After everything was done, Wen Ying was just about to enter the door when two disciples happened to pass by.
“Eh? Was there a disciple’s room here before?”
“I don’t know, I never noticed it… It’s too secluded. There should be, right?”
“Is this Wen Ying’s disciple’s room? Tsk tsk tsk, she must have been expelled by Lin Yu and lost her backing, so she was only assigned to such a secluded dwelling…”
Watching the two disciples walk away, Wen Ying smiled.
Now, it was finally complete.
Three burrows for a rabbit. From now on, she, Wen Ying, would have two places to live.
…
Wen Ying wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to eat tofu.
She knew that among the tasks assigned by the Xunxian Sect, there was one that was “to help Old Lady Wang’s donkey start pulling the millstone again.”
It was Old Lady Wang who sold tofu, and also the mother of Wang Xiaole mentioned by those disciples who said she had bad breath.
After Wang Xiaole fainted yesterday because of the exposure of the powerful pills and the secret entry into the forbidden area, when she woke up yesterday, she had already been expelled from the Xunxian Sect and was now at Old Lady Wang’s house, worrying with her mother about their donkey’s mental breakdown.
Whether it was for the powerful pills or the donkey, Wen Ying had to go to her house.
It was convenient to use this opportunity to complete the task.
Early the next morning, Wen Ying took the task and left the Xunxian Sect, heading towards Old Lady Wang’s house.
Outside the Xunxian Sect was “Xunxian Town,” built relying on the Xunxian Sect.
Xunxian Town was no different from ordinary towns; people came and went, bustling with activity. It was early market time, and the town was very lively.
The liveliness of Xunxian Town mostly relied on the Xunxian Sect. Most of the merchants there relied on purchases from within the Xunxian Sect for their livelihood. But over time, with the gradual expansion of Xunxian Town, it gradually had trade relations with other places, and it was considered a town that rose to prominence thanks to the Xunxian Sect, so it was named Xunxian Town.
Old Lady Wang was the famous tofu beauty of Xunxian Town. “Beauty” was just a flattering title, but her tofu was top-notch. In the entire Xunxian Town, there wasn’t a second shop that could compare.
In the past, Old Lady Wang’s shop was always crowded, with long queues all day long. But since the donkey stopped pulling the millstone, it became deserted.
Wen Ying knocked on the door of Old Lady Wang’s house: “Old Lady Wang, I’m a Xunxian Sect disciple here to help you.”
After a while, the door opened.
It was Old Lady Wang who opened the door, sighing.
“Come in, come in,” Old Lady Wang looked exhausted. “Yesterday… many disciples came, using various spells to try to calm A Mao down, and some wanted to use spells to calm A Mao down, but my A Mao… somehow, he’s still kicking the wall, and even more fiercely… If this goes on, not only will A Mao’s hooves not be able to take it, but my wall will be kicked down by A Mao…”
Mental illness requires mental medicine, and you can’t just block it. The disciples didn’t know the cause, so they could only make A Mao more and more irritable.
Inch by inch, day by day. Looking at it last time, Xu Mofeng must have been nagging at A Mao for more than a day or two, and ordinary calming spells couldn’t completely cure A Mao’s mental illness.
When Old Lady Wang led Wen Ying to the backyard, Wen Ying finally understood why Old Lady Wang looked so exhausted.
In the backyard, the donkey was kicking the wall, and a person was pulling the millstone.
The person pulling the millstone was Wang Xiaole, who had been expelled from the Xunxian Sect.
Needless to say, Old Lady Wang must have also been pulling the millstone just now. Only when she was tired did Wang Xiaole take over her work.
It looked like a strange and comical scene.
But Wen Ying couldn’t laugh.
Wang Xiaole had indeed done wrong things, and Wen Ying wouldn’t feel sorry for Wang Xiaole being expelled from the sect, but in this situation, it was hard not to feel sad.
Wang Xiaole, who was pulling the millstone, was like herself working 996 every day.
When Wang Xiaole looked up and saw Wen Ying, she let out a strange cry, dropped the tools, covered her face, and ran back into the house.
She didn’t have the face to see anyone from the Xunxian Sect.
Especially the Wen Ying she lost to yesterday.
Losing without fighting was shameful. She had also taken medicine, making it known to everyone…
“Xiaole… she’s probably embarrassed. Don’t mind her,” Old Lady Wang said apologetically. “Xiaole did those wrong things in the sect… I know all about it. It’s Xiaole’s fault. My daughter and I will just honestly sell tofu from now on. But this little Mao…”
“I don’t mind.” Wen Ying shook her head.
She walked to Little Mao, looked at Little Mao frantically kicking the wall, and could feel its anger from its eyes.
Originally, Little Mao was handsome and had bright, shiny fur. But today, it looked listless and haggard.
This Xu Mofeng was really not a good person!
Look at what he did to the handsome little donkey!
Wen Ying first used mind-reading on Little Mao.
All things have spirits; not only can people speak and think, but animals can too.
Little Mao was indeed angry and furious at this moment.
“Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed!! It’s this damned wall! This damned wall always has that weird two-legged beast appear and nag at me, nag, nag, nag, a bunch of things I don’t understand! Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed… As long as I kick down this wall, I can escape that two-legged beast! Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed…”
Little Mao kicked the wall furiously, and Wen Ying could only hear countless “annoyed” in succession.
Wen Ying quickly stopped mind-reading.
It was clear that Little Mao was really annoyed.
Even Wen Ying was about to be annoyed…
Little Mao might not understand Xu Mofeng’s words, but everything Xu Mofeng said was stored in Little Mao’s memory.
Wen Ying thought of a good way to kill two birds with one stone.
She needed to know exactly what Xu Mofeng had done, and Little Mao needed peace.
Wen Ying walked to Little Mao’s forehead and gently tapped it.
There was an extremely sinister demonic cultivation secret technique called “Memory Extraction,” which could transform a person’s memories into crystals and forcefully extract them from their brain.
But at this moment, for Little Mao, discarding those annoying memories was liberation.
Wen Ying chanted an incantation, and after a moment, she took a small crystal from Little Mao’s forehead.
Little Mao also calmed down at this moment, no longer kicking the wall, but strolling leisurely in place.
The crystal was entirely light blue and crystal clear.
The more transparent the memory crystal, the more simple-minded the person was. The more turbid it was, the more demonic obstacles the person had in their heart.
For Little Mao, a simple donkey, it was willing to work honestly. If it weren’t for that crazy guy disturbing it every now and then when it was resting, it would have lived a good life! The female donkeys in the village all liked it. It not only had a legitimate mate, but also three or four girlfriends!
Wen Ying: …
Okay, she took back what she said about Little Mao being simple-minded.
Scumbag, no, scumbag donkey, this was a pure scumbag donkey!!
Wen Ying once again used mind-reading to test Little Mao’s state of mind, just to confirm that Little Mao’s mood had returned to normal.
Unexpectedly… it was not only normal, but it was so good that it was almost floating.