Chapter 850: Supplementary Update in Progress...

Chapter 850 -409: Supplementary Update in Progress…

[The following content is a rough draft.

Apologies.]

“Online novels really are fictional!”

“What’s the point of rebirth without any golden fingers!”

Three days.

He had already been reborn into this world for a full three days.

In these three days, he nurtured his wounds while waiting for hope to arrive, but the reality was that nothing did.

“What’s the point of this damn rebirth? To make me suffer the same exhaustion-induced death in a different world, and the hardship isn’t even over yet?”

In his original world, he was a struggling 9-to-5 worker, nearing thirty without money, a house, or a girlfriend. He did have a Geely car bought on loan, but the loan wasn’t going to be paid off for another five years.

He thought rebirth would allow him to live differently, to live a life less ordinary, but he never expected the original body to be in an even tougher spot in the Cultivation Realm.

On Blue Star, if one can’t achieve stability by thirty, at least they could live peacefully and safely, but in the Cultivation Realm, being Qi Cultivation First Layer at thirty means even survival is tough, let alone understanding life by forty or fate by fifty.

What understanding or fate? At Qi Cultivation First Layer like the original body, living to forty is already challenging.

Because in this Cultivation Realm, it’s rampant with demons. A person like the original body, once they leave Black Water Town, would be dead without a doubt.

And staying in Black Water Town is perilous nonetheless.

As for making an effort.

Sorry.

One might succeed late on Blue Star.

But in the Cultivation Realm, being at Qi Cultivation First Layer at thirty is essentially a death sentence.

The end of this life most likely stops at Qi Cultivation Second Layer.

Because the path of cultivation places great importance on talent, family background, and is equally reliant on opportunities and blessings.

The original body, at thirty, being at Qi Cultivation First Layer clearly has none of these.

How can one succeed late?

How can one accumulate and release less but achieve more?

“Indeed, the ordinary is the norm. Being reborn and becoming the protagonist is merely the fantasy of a frustrated writer.”

Wen Jiu sighed deeply.

His heart was filled with endless emotion.

…

Just at that moment.

A voice outside the door impatiently interrupted Wen Jiu’s thoughts.

“Big Dog, dead yet? If not, hurry and open the door, it’s time to pay the rent for the Good House and rental fee for the Exorcism Talisman!”

Recognizing that familiar voice, Wen Jiu couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of fear in his heart.

A memory of hearing that voice and hiding in the room, not daring to breathe a word or respond, flashed through his mind.

Seeing this memory, Wen Jiu understood why he instinctually felt fear.

Because the original body often couldn’t afford the rent and rental fee for the talisman.

The rent for the Good House is two Low-grade Spirit Stones a month, and renting the talisman requires an additional Low-grade Spirit Stone, totaling three Low-grade Spirit Stones a month.

And the original body could barely earn three Low-grade Spirit Stones a month.

If he couldn’t afford these two rent payments, at best he was beaten, at worst he was kicked out of the Good House.

Once kicked out of this Good House, he had nowhere to live in all of Black Water Town, not even a chance to find a corner to sleep on the ground. Simply because, once night falls, demons and evils appear in Black Water Town.

Demons eat people and are very difficult to deal with, only by hiding indoors and hanging an Exorcism Talisman under the eaves can one be safe.

Thus.

Whether it’s the Good House.

Or the Exorcism Talisman, they must be rented.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiu quickly rummaged for Spirit Stones and after finding thirty-one pieces of Spiritual Sand in the storage bag, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten pieces of Spiritual Sand are equal to one Low-grade Spirit Stone.

Thirty pieces of Spiritual Sand are equivalent to three Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Just enough to pay next month’s rent.

Then, the urging voice outside the door sounded again, full of impatience, “Hurry up, Big Dog, I know you’re alive. If you don’t open the door, I just won’t collect it, and later you beg me and I still won’t take it!”

Wen Jiu immediately went forward to open the door.

Upon seeing the plump middle-aged man, memories also came to him.

The man’s name is Li Yan.

The rental steward under the masters of Black Water Town.

Forty years old, Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer.

Compared to him, worlds apart.

“Steward Li.”

After opening the door, Wen Jiu handed over thirty pieces of Spiritual Sand.

Li Yan seemed to overlook Wen Jiu’s foot injury, took the Spiritual Sand, grabbed Wen Jiu’s shoulder and pinched it hard, causing Wen Jiu to almost cry out in pain, and a wave of anger began to brew.

But Wen Jiu held it in.

Because anger would only complicate things.

This is something the original body encountered multiple times, the way to handle it was—encountering Li Yan’s shoulder pinch, quickly kneel down.

And shout “Brother Li, spare me,” followed by some sycophantic words.

Thus, Li Yan wouldn’t be too harsh on him.

But this was something Wen Jiu admitted he couldn’t learn.

He could only endure.

“Why are you always forgetting, opening the door slower than others?” Li Yan pointed at the couple in the neighboring Good House, angrily saying, “Look at others, I haven’t even knocked and they’re already waiting.”

“Steward Li, I’ll be quick next time!”

Enduring the pain, suppressing the anger, Wen Jiu quickly agreed.

Just then, the middle-aged cultivator in the neighboring Good House opened his mouth to flatter, stopping Li Yan, “Congratulations, Steward Li, I’ve heard you’re about to break through to Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer? No wonder you’re so impressive!”

“Fellow Daoist Li flatteringly praises, just accumulated strength and breakthrough.” Releasing Wen Jiu, Li Yan sauntered over to the middle-aged cultivator.

His demeanor compared to before was entirely different.

In Wen Jiu’s view, it was only natural.

Because the middle-aged cultivator named Li Fu, not only was he related to Li Yan by family, but also a Loose Cultivator at Qi Cultivation Third Layer.

“Farewell, Steward Li.” Wen Jiu endured the pain, his expression ordinary as he paid his respects, but secretly noted it in his mind.

After Li Yan left.