Xianyu Master Makes Money Online

"Beep - Alipay has received 100 yuan." Su Lan stared at the three-hour part-time salary that had just arrived on the screen of his mobile phone. Before he could raise his lips, his feet suddenly became empty, and he felt a sense of weightlessness. With the sound of improved elixir, he encountered difficulties for the first time, and his consciousness drifted away like a kite with its string broken. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the antique carved bed top, and the air was filled with a faint smell similar to herbs mixed with sandalwood. "Hiss..." Su Lan moved his fingers, feeling a dull pain in the back of his head. He sat up and looked around. The room was small, with minimal furnishings, a wooden table, two bamboo chairs, a dusty bookshelf standing in the corner, and nothing else. The quilt covering him was made of coarse cloth and felt rough to the touch. This is not his rental house. Chaotic memory fragments suddenly flooded into his mind, impacting his nerves like a tide. Cultivation, sect, master, disciple... There is also a cannon fodder character with the same name and surname as him, but a miserable fate. Su Lan took a breath of cold air and finally realized it belatedly - he, a social worker who worked hard part-time and dreamed of making enough money to lie down, fell into an uncovered sewer on the side of the road because he was looking at his mobile phone while walking, and then... Wore a book? What he was wearing was the book "Sadism on the Path to Immortality: Master, You Are Well" that he complained about before going to bed last night. A question mark appeared above Su Lan's head, "Can this be any more outrageous?" The original owner is an inconspicuous inner sect master of the Qingyun Sect in the book, also named Su Lan. His cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Stage, and he is a hidden master in the sect. It's a pity that this person's personality is extremely bad. He only meditates and sleeps every day. He ignores his disciples and has no sense of existence in the sect. The protagonist is only mentioned once in the book as a "negative teaching material that even the disciples are too lazy to care about" when the protagonist is being made difficult by other masters. Finally, after the sect competition three months later, because the only disciple in the sect failed to challenge the elder, he was angered and deprived of his cultivation. He was beaten out of the sect with sticks and froze to death in the snowy mountains. "The Nascent Soul stage was completed... But ended up freezing to death on a snow-capped mountain. The original owner played a good hand of cards to pieces." Su Lan rubbed her swollen temples and digested the memory, but she felt outrageous. But now is not the time to complain about the original owner. Death in three months is imminent. If he doesn't want to make the same mistake again, he must find a way quickly. Su Lan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, staggered to the table, and picked up the bronze mirror on the table. The mirror reflected a handsome and handsome face with cold eyebrows and fair complexion. He was wearing a blue robe that had been washed white, giving him a sense of alienation that kept strangers away from him. This face is in line with the original owner's "cold" external personality, but it's a pity that on the inside he is an extremely lazy fish. "It's a cool persona, so it's easy to put on a show." Su Lan twitched the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror, trying to make a gentle expression. As a result, the eyes of the person in the mirror were still indifferent, and it looked like he was faking a smile. He simply gave up, "The Nascent Soul stage cultivation is the greatest confidence. As long as your true nature is not exposed, it shouldn't be difficult to save your life." Thinking of this, he habitually reached into his pocket, trying to take out his phone to check the time, but found nothing. It was then that he suddenly remembered that the original owner was not only a bad character, but also extremely poor. In his memory, in addition to a few bottles of low-level elixirs and an ordinary sword, the original owner's storage bag only contained a few dozen low-level spiritual stones, and not even a decent magic weapon. "It's hard to move without money..." Su Lan wailed, and the fear of being dominated by lack of money in her previous life welled up in her heart. In modern times, he works three jobs in order to make money. If he travels to the world of cultivating immortals, he can't live in poverty, right? What's more, spiritual stones are needed everywhere in the world of immortality. To improve one's cultivation, purchase elixirs, and exchange favors, what can be done without money? "No, we have to make money!" Su Lan clenched her fists, her eyes igniting the burning fire of making money, "First survive, then make enough money, find a place with beautiful scenery and continue to work as a salted fish, this is the ultimate goal of life!" At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by a slightly timid voice: "Master Su, are you awake? The leader summoned all the masters to go to the main hall to discuss matters." He was the only disciple of the original master, named Zhao Lei, with mediocre qualifications and cowardly character. It was the cause of his failure to challenge the elder three months later and the death of the original master. Su Lan's eyes darkened slightly. The original owner didn't care about this disciple. Now that he has taken over this body, naturally he can no longer let it go. At least before the disaster of death comes, this disciple must be watched. "I know." He deliberately lowered his voice and responded, imitating the original owner's usually cold and distant tone. Zhao Lei who was outside the door seemed stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect the master who always ignored others to respond. He paused and then said: "Disciple is waiting for you outside the door." Su Lan simply arranged her robes, picked up the storage bag and sword on the table, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a young man wearing a gray outer sect disciple's clothing. He was thin and his head was buried low, not daring to look directly at Su Lan. Su Lan glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight towards the main hall. Zhao Lei quickly caught up and followed him step by step, not even daring to breathe. The main hall of Qingyun Sect is located on the top of the main peak and is magnificent. When Su Lan arrived, many people had gathered in the hall. The masters stood in order according to their cultivation level, talking in low voices. As soon as he entered the door, the chatter in the hall became a little quieter, and many eyes fell on him, some were curious, some were contemptuous, and some were indifferent. Obviously, the reputation of the original owner "Master Salted Fish" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Su Lan had no expression on her face. She walked to her own place in the corner and stood there, assuming a cold attitude to keep strangers away. In fact, she was secretly observing the people in the hall quickly. The leader is sitting on the main seat, with a kind face and unfathomable cultivation. Several elders stood on both sides, breathing calmly. On the other side of the crowd, Lidya Su's eyes were attracted by a person. The man was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with dark hair tied up with a jade crown. He had a handsome face and a temperament as gentle as jade, but with an elusive sense of alienation. He stood there quietly, as if there was a faint halo covering his whole body, making people unconsciously cast their eyes on him. It's a style. Lidya Su's heart skipped a beat. He remembered this name, one of the important characters in the book, with a mysterious identity, powerful strength, and a complicated entanglement with the protagonist. It's just that the original owner has almost no impression of this person in his memory, and it's obvious that the two have never crossed paths. For some reason, Feng Qing also happened to raise her eyes, and her eyes briefly collided with Su Lan's in the air. Those eyes were as deep as a pool and seemed to contain endless emotions. Su Lan's heart skipped a beat and she quickly looked away. He didn't notice that after he looked away, the corners of Qingqing's mouth curved up in a very faint and imperceptible arc, and then returned to a gentle and peaceful look. "Everyone is here." The leader cleared his throat, and the hall instantly became quiet. "Everyone is summoned today to make arrangements for the sect competition in three months' time..." Su Lan stood in the corner, seemingly listening to the leader's speech attentively, but in fact, her thoughts had already drifted away. While he was digesting the master's arrangements for the sect competition, he was mentally planning his first money-making project. But the eyes in the corner fell on him from time to time, with a hint of inquiry, a hint of amusement, and a hint of concern that even the person involved was not aware of. Purpose: Make money, make money, make money