Farming Journal: Fellow Daoist, Are You Heading into the Pit Today?

Excerpt 1: He Gumuo: Fellow cultivator, there's abundant spiritual energy, loads of demon beasts, and natural treasures everywhere. Want to dive into the pit? Fellow Cultivator 1: Hurry up and give me the address. He Gumuo: Sure. Once you get here, first find XX and pick a fight. Fellow Cultivator 1: ...∑(?ω?∪) Stunned like a dog. Excerpt 2: He Gumuo: Fellow cultivator, there's abundant spiritual energy, loads of demon beasts, and natural treasures everywhere. Once you're in the pit, first find ?? and pick a fight. Fellow Cultivator 2: I'll go find him and fight him as soon as I get there! Excerpt 3: He Gumuo: ... (He hadn't even had time to speak...) The fellow cultivators: I want to get in some preemptive fighting... Anyway, Shen Yu has been having a rough time lately. People keep showing up at his door looking for a fight. What should he do? So-and-so: I'm trying to think up my 108th way to get myself killed... If you're interested in my new story, "After I Died, I Became a Big Shot's Wife in the Underworld," come check it out! After Mu Changzhen died, his soul returned to the age of eighteen: Hmm, not bad. No age spots, no annoying freckles... Skin elastic, smooth and fair, naturally soft, no artificial work done... His white hair turned black overnight, with no weird smell. Definitely no hair dye! From then on, he had a little shadow following him around, professing love in all sorts of ways every day and hoping to become his wife. Mu Changzhen shook his head decisively. "Nope. My old man gets jealous easily. Young man, keep your distance..." Meng Jiuling had waited so long for his wife to die, only for her to remember everything except him! So much for true love! Every day, he agonized over how to make his wife remember him... and how to steal his own wife away from himself... Theme: