Keeping a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals

"Ho ho ho—"

Wu Tao woke up from his nightmare, put his hands on the hard wooden bed, and opened his mouth wide, like a drowning man gasping for air. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and hit the hard wooden bed, making a low and dull sound in the dark and cramped cabin.

In that nightmare, he seemed to be in endless darkness, overwhelmed by panic and fear. Suddenly, an indescribable terror struck in the darkness...devouring everything, including him.

"Ahem..."

As he gradually recovered, he began to cough violently again, his whole body trembling, as if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs.

After a while, Wu Tao calmed down.

At this time, the miners' voices sounded outside.

"Yin Zheng."

Wu Taoxin said, tucked away the quilt and got up from the bed. With a "hiss", he took a breath of cold air and realized that his single clothes were wet with cold sweat. Without the warmth of the quilt, the biting and cold air was like cold water pouring all over his body. .

He quickly put back the quilt, and tremblingly touched the oil lamp and the torch. When he blew it, the light from the torch brought him some peace.

The lights are like beans, dispelling the darkness of this miner's single room.

He tucked the quilt tightly around him, sat hunched over on the bed, and casually took a bronze mirror on the table. In the bronze mirror, a thin face appeared, and the black mark on his forehead seemed to be more diffuse than yesterday. Putting down the bronze mirror, Wu Tao stared blankly at the dancing bean fire. Unconsciously, he felt two lines of warmth sliding across his cheeks.

"Damn it, why are you wearing it?"

Wu Tao wiped his tears randomly, feeling desperate in his heart.

One day ago, he was one of the tens of thousands of 996 social animals in Blue Star. He was born in a rural area and came to a big city alone. He worked hard and was thirty-two years old. He finally managed to earn a monthly salary of 13,000 yuan and bought it in full in his hometown town. He bought a house and collected enough gift money of 100,000 yuan to be eligible to marry his "well-matched" older blind date girlfriend who works in a convenience store and earns 3,000 yuan a month.

Victory in life is in sight, the game is about to be completed, and the last kick is just short of the shot. Why did it slip through?

"Fuck, thief God, what have I done wrong to punish me like this?"

Wu Tao was strongly unwilling to give in.

After absorbing the memory of the original owner, Wu Tao knew the situation of the body with the same name as him. It can be described in eight words: 'It's terrible, life hangs by a thread'. Although he is an immortal cultivator, he is a casual cultivator at the lowest level in the world of immortality, with only the second level of Qi refining.

Casual cultivators have no background and low cultivation; in this world of cultivators with evil spirits and evil spirits, it is difficult to control even their own lives.

Not to mention the resources for practice.

Some sites with aura and resources are occupied by the great sects of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, casual cultivators like him mostly work for major cultivating sects and earn cheap spiritual stones to spend their days cultivating.

The original owner was mining in a spiritual stone mine under the Qingling Sect. Every day, Yin Zheng got up and went down to the mine, and Haizheng finished the work. In this way, for a month, after completing the month's task, he got three low-grade spiritual stones. If the task is not completed within the quota, spiritual stones will be withheld.

One piece for renting a house, one piece for food and clothing, and only one piece of spiritual stone left for practice.

If you want to buy magical tools, good exercises, or become a Taoist partner... don't even think about it. It is recommended to go to bed early every day.

The original owner is twenty-five years old this year. He has been working in the mines for ten years and has just reached the second level of Qi refining. According to this progress, I may not be able to reach the advanced stage of Qi refining until I die.

When you are poor, you want to change. Many years ago, the original owner planned to learn a technology in order to get rid of this predicament.

Therefore, he lived frugally for more than a year, only absorbing the meager spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth for cultivation. Finally, he saved twelve low-grade spiritual stones, gritted his teeth and bought a basic book on weapon refining, in an attempt to become a cultivator. The weapon refiner worshiped by the sect.

No matter how bad it is, if you learn a few things, it will be enough to make a living, and you will not end up in the mines.

Dreams are sexy, reality is skinny.

For many years, the original owner couldn't even figure out the first-order and first-level restraints. It's conceivable that he didn't have the talent to refine weapons. The weapon refiner's dream seems further away than immortality.

But a more recent accident happened.

Three days ago, the original owner went into the mine and was possessed by evil spirits. The evil energy was spreading in his body all the time. According to the extent of the spread, if he did not get treatment, he would die in about three months.

As for why the original owner died of the ball early and allowed Wu Tao to pass through, it is unknown.

In fact, this level of evil can be eliminated with only a first-level intermediate evil-busting talisman. However, in order to learn to refine weapons, the original owner usually did not take advantage of the spiritual stones, so he could not afford the spiritual stones to purchase the evil-busting talisman.

One first-level intermediate evil-breaking talisman and twenty low-level spiritual stones.

He was still fifteen dollars short.

"How can I change this situation?" Wu Tao sighed in his heart. It was worse than his previous life. At least his life was not in danger in his previous life.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"According to the "Miners' Regulations" signed with the mine, evil spirits in the mines fall into the category of work-related injuries. If you declare it, you can receive the spiritual stones for purchasing the evil-breaking talisman." Wu Tao recalled from memory that the original owner had reported it to the mine manager. Three days had passed. , the approval process should be completed.

Thinking of this, Wu Tao got dressed and opened the door. The miners were no longer visible outside, and they all went down to the mine. He tightened his collar and walked towards the steward's residence under the flames of the braziers on both sides of the mountain road.

Not long after, we arrived at the steward's residence.

Manager Wang's house was shrouded in the faint moonlight. Looking into the yard, there was no lamp on the roof. It was then that he suddenly realized that Manager Wang and the miners were different after all. They had to sleep until Chen Zheng to get up.

Sure enough, people, no matter what world they are in, are divided into high and low.

Wu Tao stood outside Guanshi Wang's courtyard and waited.

Time passed slowly. At first there was a ray of skylight, and then this line gradually expanded, like the eyelids of a sleeping person. When it opened, it was dawn.

The sun poured down and fell on Wu Tao's face. The black mark on his forehead seemed to be distorted in the sunlight. At this time, his ears twitched and he quickly stood up, listening to the subtle voices coming from the yard.

The male voice was that of Manager Wang, and there were two female voices, coquettish and cooing, as if they were blaming Manager Wang for refusing to calm down during the day.

As we all know, Manager Wang raised two young girls in the mine who were in their mid-twenties to take care of his daily utensils.

Wu Tao couldn't help but fall in love with the scene, and her mood instantly dropped. She thought about her previous life, where she worked hard to earn a down payment and betrothal gifts, but she never even got through the door. However, her several ex-boyfriends could come and go as they pleased with just some cheap sweet talk.

The original owner, twenty-five, was also a baby.

Two miserable lives!

Who else?

"From today on, Master Ji's diary will be my life motto." Wu Tao secretly vowed in his heart that he would never do it himself in this life.

After waiting for another three quarters of an hour, the door opened and Manager Wang came out. When he saw Wu Tao, he was startled and said sternly: "Which area are you a miner from? If you don't go to the mine early in the morning, what are you doing here? It's not finished. The mission will cost you spiritual stones."

"Master Steward, I am Wu Tao, a miner in District 3. I encountered evil in the mine three days ago. At that time, I reported it to the Master Steward. I came here today to ask if the declaration result has been released?" Wu Tao He quickly nodded and bowed, put on a flattering smile, and explained in detail.

Steward Wang was dressed in rich clothes and was fat. After hearing the explanation, he regained his stern expression and glanced at Wu Tao: "So it's you, come with me."

Wu Tao immediately followed Manager Wang to the place where he usually worked. Manager Wang handed over a piece of paper, and Wu Tao took it. When he saw it, he was very angry. It was actually a voluntary contract for leaving the mine normally.

Wu Tao suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Manager Wang with a smile like a grandson, and said forcefully: "Master Manager, did you get the wrong one? I was poisoned in the mine, and I have to declare a work-related injury..."

Manager Wang expressionlessly interrupted Wu Tao: "Wu Tao, I am not wrong. You are now possessed by an evil spirit and can no longer enter the mine. Leaving the mine is your best choice. By signing this voluntary contract, you You can still get half a month’s worth of spiritual stones.”

"As for your work-related injury report, the Qingling Sect General Affairs Hall has not approved it. This is the best choice I can make for you from your standpoint."

"Impossible!" It was a matter of life. Wu Tao still wanted to fight for it: "According to the "Miners' Regulations", it is impossible for the Qingling Sect General Affairs Hall not to approve it."

Manager Wang snorted coldly: "What? Do you still want to go to the General Affairs Hall to appeal?"

This cold snort made Wu Tao calm down completely. He looked at Manager Wang blankly and understood the threat on his face.

Manager Wang took his workers' compensation compensation into his own belly.

If he dares to do this, he must have some connection with the General Affairs Office and is not afraid of filing a complaint himself. Even if the appeal is really successful, the General Affairs Office will not do its best to help a mere miner. It will inevitably delay it again and again. When it is necessary to implement it, if Manager Wang excuses himself that he does not have a spiritual stone, the General Affairs Office will ask Wu Tao. He provided evidence to the General Affairs Office that Mr. Wang had a spiritual stone on his body.

Manager Wang is the steward of the mine. He is a miner with a low status. How can he provide evidence of Manager Wang's spiritual stone?

Wu Tao had experienced this trick several times in his previous life.

Seeing Wu Tao's silence, Manager Wang smiled and said slowly: "Wu Tao, sign it."

Wu Tao knew that he had to sign even if he didn't want to. Facing Guanshi Wang who was in the late stage of Qi Refining, he had no ability to resist.

If you don't give in, what can you do?

Thinking of this, he took the brush, signed his name and handprinted it.

"Master Steward, I signed, can you give me half a month's worth of spiritual stones?" In the current situation, one and a half spiritual stones is better than none at all.

Manager Wang looked at the name and fingerprints on the voluntary contract with satisfaction, and after hearing Wu Tao's words, he immediately snorted: "Wu Tao, you haven't been in the mine for three days, which has caused great losses to the mine. I don't want to It’s my kindness to hold you responsible for this loss, but you still want the spiritual stone?”

"You?" Wu Tao clenched his fists, wishing to punch his disgusting pig face, but the so-called mature reason he had gained through experience kept him from taking action.

"get out!"

Manager Wang rolled his sleeves.

Wu Tao gritted his teeth, with no sadness or joy on his face. He glanced at Manager Wang one last time, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Rogue cultivators are like dogs." Looking at Wu Tao's embarrassed back, Manager Wang sneered.

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