Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 10 You're going to use this to help me cultivate?
Seeing Wang Yi's embarrassed look, the office worker smiled and asked, "How was your new job today? You bought a new phone so quickly, everything must be going well, right?"

In an instant, Wang Yi recalled everything that had happened today, from the newcomers of his generation who had fallen to the ground, to the sudden emergency mission, the demonic cultivators who had suddenly attacked, and his old cell phone that had "gloriously sacrificed" itself.

It feels like there's not a single thing in this that can be said!

Elsa's voice suddenly entered his ears: "You can say whatever you want, but ordinary people will definitely think you're joking. Don't underestimate the 'protection' of the Nine Cauldrons."

really?
So Wang Yi began to talk about his early days at the company, including Manager Hao and that artsy young man who was eager to show off.

The white-collar woman ignored the fantasy elements and laughed, "You've actually read Gone with the Wind and know Scarlett O'Hara?"

"Um, I saw it when I was in junior high school," Wang Yi said.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the parts of his body that had been overly tense had completely relaxed.

Great.

Elsa, like a narrator, urged, "Quick, ask her out to dinner! Say it's to celebrate your successful onboarding at the new company, and get her drunk during dinner. Everything will fall into place naturally, believe it or not?"

Wang Yi originally wanted to refuse, but then the train swayed, shaking away his thoughts of refusal.

It's just a meal, I'm just a novice cultivator, there's no way I could handle it so easily.

So Wang Yi whispered, "Want to have lunch together later? We can eat at the convenience store downstairs."

"Sure, I can get off work early today." The office lady surprisingly agreed immediately!

Just then, Wang Yi awkwardly realized that he didn't even know the white-collar worker's name, yet he had already arranged to have dinner with her.

So he asked awkwardly, "Well, I don't know your name, sister..."

“Wang Chengyan, you and I are both from the Wang family, and we might even be distant relatives.”

Wang Yi: "That's right. If we go back to the time of Wang Chengen, the Wang family might all be related."

Wang Chengen was mentioned because his name contained the character "Cheng," but as soon as Wang Yi said it, Wang Chengyan burst out laughing.

“Wang Chengen was a eunuch,” she said.

"Huh, is that so? I remember he was an author who wrote Journey to the West... Oh, that's Wu Cheng'en, never mind then."

Amidst Wang Chengyan's laughter of "goose, goose, goose," Wang Yi turned his face away in embarrassment.

Elsa: "How innocent you are, poor little virgin. I don't think you can go on like this; you'll never be able to uphold your Dao heart."

Wang Yi ignored her.

At this moment, Wang Chengyan said, "You haven't received your salary yet, have you? And you bought such an expensive phone. Let me treat you. I've been a full-time employee for almost five years now, so just name whatever you want to eat."

Wang Yi: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"It's okay, we're not on a blind date, you don't need to insist on paying. This is a senior in the workforce helping a junior. I wish you a successful promotion this time! You can treat me to a meal after you're promoted."

Wang Yi wanted to say that he had been promoted to a permanent position and was earning 15,000 yuan a month before tax, but he gave up in the end. After all, it sounded too fake and would make people suspect that he was doing something shady.

Although being a monk is, in a sense, something that can't be seen by others.

Just then, the announcement came over the loudspeaker about the stop where Wang Yi and the others were getting off, so the two of them started moving towards the door.

Moving around in such a crowded train inevitably involves various kinds of contact.

This time, Wang Yi was more experienced. He tried his best to recall the demonic cultivators he had encountered today, and finally managed not to be too energetic.

After getting out of the car, Wang Chengyan raised his right hand and said, "Let's go! We're going to have a proper celebration today!"

Her voice attracted a lot of attention, but once people saw her appearance, they quickly looked away.

Wang Chengyan, however, didn't care at all.

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An hour and a half later, Wang Yi helped the intoxicated Sister Wang stagger up to the seventh floor of the apartment building.

Wang Yi and Sister Wang both rented a typical illegal building in an urban village. The building had seven floors, with six suites on each floor, housing a total of 43 households—including Wang Yi, who lived in the rooftop attic.

Sister Wang rented room 701, which was right next to the stairs, which is why Wang Yi was able to meet her before.

Upon reaching the door, Wang Yi said, "We're here, Sister Wang..."

"Everyone tells you to call me Ayan!" Wang Chengyan pouted and said unhappily.

“Uh,” Wang Yi said softly, “Ayan, I’m leaving now.”

“No. They say… when you’re going to help someone, you should help them to the west.” Wang Chengyan’s speech was a little incoherent, a complete change from before she started drinking. As she spoke, she pressed her thumb on the combination lock, and after a burst of music, the lock opened.

As the front door swung open, Wang Yi felt inexplicably nervous. After all, this was the first time he had ever seen a woman's house, especially such a beautiful, grown woman—

The next moment, Wang Yi frowned.

Sister Wang's room was messier than he had imagined. Clothes, socks, underwear and other items were scattered everywhere, along with several large open boxes. Packages from deliveries were piled up into a wall in the entryway.

It turns out that the place where that seemingly neat and capable white-collar woman lives can actually be as messy as a doghouse...

"Help me to...the sofa!"

Wang Yi obediently did as instructed.

As soon as he let go, Sister Wang lay down on the sofa. Because of the twisting of her body, her suit skirt was suddenly stretched taut, as if it was about to tear at the seams.

Her thighs, encased in sheer black stockings, were positioned naturally apart and held in place by the tube skirt.

Even though you can't see anything, it's even more tempting.

Wang Yi felt particularly energetic and quickly looked away, only to find that a button on Wang Chengyan's suit shirt had popped off.

This—this is exactly the scene that has appeared in my imagination countless times!
Elsa's words echoed in his mind: "She'll be all it takes after a few drinks."

In that instant, Wang Yi's right hand began to burn with pain.

He looked down and noticed the battery indicator was turning blackish-red, as if someone were pressing a soldering iron onto it—

The excruciating pain brought Wang Yi back to his senses.

So, once you enter this realm, will you head straight for heretical cultivation? Is this "golden finger" a warning to me? Or is it transforming into a "golden finger" for heretical cultivation?
Without thinking twice, Wang Yi took a blanket from a pile of miscellaneous items and covered Wang Chengyan with it.

The battery indicator has returned to normal.

Wang Yi calmed down and broke out in a cold sweat: he realized that he had indeed been planning to follow his instincts and do something.

I almost made a mistake.

so far so good.

Wang Yi backed out of the room, closed the door, and pushed it again to confirm that the smart lock was locked.

He turned around and saw Elsa crouching under the motion-sensor light in the apartment hallway.

Wang Yi had expected Elsa to laugh at him, but to his surprise, she said, "It seems you've passed the first test."

Wang Yi: "The first challenge?"

“Yes, the Psychological Observation Section of the Medical Department and the Judgment Department are both watching you. If you show any signs of moral collapse, they will deal with you immediately.” Wang Yi stared wide-eyed: “…The righteous sects are quite strict.”

At this moment, Wang Yi broke out in a cold sweat. He had indeed wanted to go for it, but the sharp pain in his arm pulled him back.

So you just had a brush with death?

But the older sister I've been fantasizing about day and night for the past year is lying right in front of me without any warning, and she just had a conversation with me that sounded like a lover's. It seems like she's already agreed. It's normal for a hero to be unable to resist the charms of a beautiful woman, right?

Wang Yi tried to justify himself.

Elsa narrowed her eyes, staring at Wang Yi's face: "Strict? That Miss Wang Chengyan probably thinks your relationship is natural and there's no resistance. But we know that you actually twisted her will and committed adultery. The Judgment Division will punish you."

Wang Yi had no objection to this, admitting that he almost made a mistake.

Even if it's just to survive, I must uphold my principles and be a good person.

Ah Yan, I suddenly became so cold, I didn't know how she would react, but judging from today's trend—she's really fallen for me.

Elsa seemed to see through everything and said, "Don't worry, the reason she suddenly favors you is because you are a cultivator and you have supernatural power. The Nine Cauldrons will correct all of this."

Wang Yi: "The Nine Tripods are really convenient."

"The Nine Cauldrons are meant to protect ordinary people and prevent cultivators from doing whatever they want. That's why demonic cultivators hate the Nine Cauldrons so much and are plotting to destroy them," Elsa said loudly.

Wang Yi pointed to himself: "And the task of us righteous cultivators is to protect the Nine Cauldrons."

"Yes, but you're far from being of any use. Get some rest; you have a ton of classes tomorrow."

Wang Yi nodded, then suddenly had another question and asked, "I already know about the benefits of demonic cultivation, but what benefits do we, as righteous cultivators, receive...?"

At this point, Wang Yi's voice softened, because it seemed that those who followed the righteous path shouldn't talk about benefits, since it was the righteous path after all.

"Yes," Elsa nodded, "Yes, brothers!"

Is that even possible?

Elsa: "Because of their unwavering Dao heart, the righteous path is far more powerful than the demonic path in combat, even with the same five-dimensional values. Also because of their unwavering Dao heart, the righteous path has few side effects when using methods and supernatural powers, unlike the demonic path which often collapses and destroys itself in the middle of a fight."

So the righteous path is stronger? Aren't demonic cultivators usually stronger than righteous cultivators of the same level?
So, if I just act as a law-abiding citizen, I can become incredibly powerful?

Wang Yi strengthened his resolve to be a good person.

Elsa continued, "In addition, the risk of demonic cultivators advancing to higher levels is extremely high, while the righteous path, as long as they can maintain a stable Dao heart, has virtually no risk in advancing to higher levels."

"Therefore, although the number of righteous cultivators is much smaller than that of demonic cultivators, the number of high-level cultivators is roughly equal."

Wang Yi: "The numbers are evenly matched, but the righteous path is more powerful? So the righteous path has the advantage in high-level combat power."

"Correct."

So Wang Yi asked a perfectly reasonable question: "Then why not eliminate the demonic cultivators?"

Elsa sighed, "Do you think we haven't tried? But demonic cultivators are like weeds, you can't kill them all, you can't eradicate them completely. There will always be new righteous cultivators who fall. As for the reasons... you've experienced them yourself."

Wang Yi then thought of Wang Chengyan lying on the sofa, and of his legs in black stockings, naturally separated and held together by a pencil skirt.

It is indeed very tempting to control ordinary people like toys and satisfy all one's desires.

Elsa: "Okay, go home and get a good night's sleep. If you want, you can entertain yourself and let loose. I'll pretend I don't know."

Wang Yi: "I'm sorry, it would be very uncomfortable to go home right now."

"Huh?" Elsa tilted her head.

Wang Yi: "You'll see when you come up; it's a beautiful sunny day today."

As he spoke, Wang Yi took the lead and climbed the stairs from the seventh floor to the rooftop.

He lives in an attic room on the rooftop, which is quite large; for 300 yuan a month, it's 20 square meters.

However, after a day of afternoon sun exposure, the entire west-facing exterior wall of the attic was scorching hot. Even with the air conditioning on, it was impossible to cool down; a fan was necessary—without the air conditioning, it was as hot as a steam room.

As soon as Wang Yi opened the door, a wave of hot air rushed out.

Elsa exclaimed, "My goodness, the place you live in is no place for a human to live!"

Wang Yi: "It's alright. The walls dissipate heat very quickly. Whenever I work overtime, I come back at 10 o'clock, and the house has already cooled down. I can stay here as long as I turn on the air conditioner."

"I came back too early today. If I encounter this situation, I will go to the rooftop next door to enjoy the view."

As he spoke, Wang Yi opened the door leading to the rooftop.

A table and several plastic chairs were placed on the large rooftop outside the door.

He sat down on the plastic chair as usual and looked at the neon lights of Yangcheng in the distance.

Nearby are densely packed urban villages resembling the Kowloon Walled City, while in the distance lies a modern megacity, evoking a cyberpunk feel.

Elsa: "Your rooftop..."

Wang Yi: "Isn't it great? The scenery is beautiful, and you can even see the stars."

Elsa: "It reminds me of the platform where David and Lucy looked at the moon in Cyberpunk Edge."

Wang Yi: "I think it's more like the rooftop scene in 'The Storm' where Gao Qiqiang undergoes his transformation."

When I watched "The Storm" last year, Wang Yi was quite immersed in the story, imagining himself on the rooftop facing a stack of banknotes, struggling against the odds and gradually transforming into a ruthless hero.

“You’re more like a wanderer on the fringes.” Elsa said, humming the signature theme song from the anime, “I couldn’t wait for you to come clear the cupboards…”

Wang Yi suddenly laughed: "I'm actually listening to a cat singing, how surreal!"

“It’s a wolf,” Elsa corrected.

"Listening to a wolf sing is fucking fantastic."

Who said no.

Just then, Wang Yi saw a star in the sky that seemed very peculiar.

He was staring at the stars when Elsa spoke up: "The Judgment Division's drones and the Psychological Observation Section's drones should be nearby too. I'm not good at detection, so I can't find them."

Wang Yi's relaxed mood tightened again: "Is it really necessary to keep monitoring me like this?"

"This is a necessary measure. Besides your own voluntary depravity, you may also be passively turned into a monster, because you can't do anything now and can't control yourself. Maybe you touched some kind of world origin in your dream and turned into a monster right there in bed."

Wang Yi opened his mouth wide and replied, "Like Gregor Samsa?"

"Who is that?"

"The protagonist of Kafka's Metamorphosis turned into a beetle in bed."

Elsa: "Don't worry, you've really changed, and the things you've changed into are far more disgusting than beetles. Then the special agents of the Division of Judgments will come down and wipe you out."

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