How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"..."

"..."

Zhao Zhuji: "?"

"Hong Butian?"

"Ah...uh...yawn..."

A sound that seemed to be a yawn came from inside the house: "Ah, the door isn't locked, come in."

Zhao Zhuji: "?"

Zhao Zhuji had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She pushed the door open with a little force, and the darkness inside startled her. For a moment, she thought she had entered a haunted house...

"Why aren't you opening the curtains?!"

Zhao Zhuji silently pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight into the room. She turned her head to look at the peaceful Hong Butian on the bed, a string of question marks appearing above her head.

"Hong Butian? Hong Butian?"

"Ugh, ah... who turned on the light..."

Hong Butian frowned, groggily opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Zhuji by the bedside, and tilted his head: "Beautiful lady, who are you?"

"Hey, snap out of it!"

Zhao Zhuji was speechless. She grabbed Hong Butian and pulled him up, making him sit on the bed. Looking at his dead fish eyes, she felt an indescribable eeriness.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing twice to dispel the eeriness in her heart, Zhao Zhuji explained earnestly.

"Your three-week trial is over, and the results are being tallied. I'll take you to the trial area where you were tested before, and then we'll find out if you're eligible to join our Boundless Sword Sect!"

"Huh? The Boundless Sword Sect..."

Hong Butian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

"Oh right, I seem to remember something like that..."

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

"No way, you're not even taking the test seriously anymore? You can forget that!"

Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened: "Do you still want to join our Wuliang Sword Sect or not?!"

"Um, whatever..."

Hong Butian frowned, waved his hand, and casually uttered words that shocked Zhao Zhuji.

"If it's the Boundless Sword Sect, cultivating here must be very tiring..."

If I can join, I will; if I can't, well, yawn, let me sleep a little longer..."

As he spoke, Hong Butian tilted his head and closed his eyes peacefully.

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

Zhao Zhuji felt that she had asked more questions in the past few minutes than she had in the past few years combined. Suddenly, she thought of something and took out Hong Butian's test questions from her bosom.

[Pretending... to be lazy and gluttonous... for three weeks...]

"Ah...ah..."

Zhao Zhuji glanced at the test questions, then at Hong Butian, then back at the test questions, and then back at Hong Butian.

"Fake, disguise?"

Did you tell her it was a disguise?

Hong Butian: "Zzzzzzz"

Zhao Zhuji: "..."

Finally, Zhao Zhuji held the sword to Hong Butian's neck, forcing him to follow her into the trial space.

"congratulations!"

A faint voice rang in their ears.

"Disciple Hong Butian has passed the three-week test with exceptional results and has officially become an outer disciple!"

"Great!"

Zhao Zhuji clenched her fist, happy for Hong Butian. She looked at Hong Butian and smiled.

"From now on, you will be the newly initiated junior brother!"

"You were introduced here by me and the senior, so if anyone in the sect bullies you for no reason, just say my name, understand?"

"what……"

Hong Butian sighed, "How could this possibly pass? I've already planned out how I'm going to rest when I get home..."

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

"No, what are you doing?!"

Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but pat Hong Butian on the shoulder, and a tic-tac-toe sign popped up above her head: "The test is over, you don't need to pretend anymore!"

"Disguise? Disguise what?"

Hong Butian looked puzzled: "Am I pretending to be something?"

"Nonsense, you weren't a lazy dog ​​before. Think about what you said when we first met?"

Zhao Zhuji put her hands on her hips and repeated, mimicking Hong Butian's tone, "I will keep moving forward on the path of cultivation. No matter how much effort it takes, I will do my best to get as close as possible to the strong!"

"Do you remember?!"

Zhao Zhuji reached out and shook Hong Butian: "These are your own words!"

"I said it myself..."

Hong Butian's eyes lit up slightly: "What did you say?"

"Yes, yes!"

Seeing that Hong Butian reacted, Zhao Zhuji said excitedly, "He's just a Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator, yet he has such ambitions. I was really surprised at the time!"

As long as you maintain this drive, you'll eventually rise to prominence in the Wuliang Sword Sect!

After a pause, Zhao Zhuji smiled and said, "Now you remember?"

"Uh……"

Hong Butian frowned and scratched his head: "I think I probably said that."

"It's not just 'probably,' it's exactly what you said!"

"Oh, whatever you say goes..."

Hong Butian waved his hand dismissively, revealing dead fish eyes as he sighed, "Back then, we were so young and naive, so childish it was almost endearing!"

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

"Oh ho?"

The ethereal voice appeared again, exclaiming in surprise, "Did this person get so into character that their personality was distorted? This is truly an eye-opener!"

"hehe."

Hong Butian rolled his eyes: "Go ahead and open your eyes, what does this have to do with me..."

"Even his tone of voice has become casual!"

Zhao Zhuji took a deep breath and helplessly covered her face: "How could this happen? How am I supposed to explain this to my seniors!"

"none of your business?"

Hong Butian said speechlessly, "And that Grand Elder, we were just getting what we needed, so we don't need to explain anything to him."

"Wow! You, you, you, you..."

Zhao Zhuji pointed at Hong Butian with a trembling finger: "You've become such a dog!"

"what?"

A question mark appeared above Hong Butian's head: "Even if I can't beat you, you can't swear at me, right?"

Oh, if you really want to curse, then there's nothing I can do about it...

Zhao Zhuji: "..."

"Oh ho, what do you mean?"

The ethereal voice, never one to shy away from a good show, said, "It seems that the personality of outer disciple Hong Butian has changed quite a bit. In this state, does he still qualify as having passed the test, and will he be allowed to enter the sect?"

"Whatever."

Hong Butian waved his hand and said, "I don't care... um."

His dead fish eyes widened suddenly as Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji, who was covering her mouth with one hand and puffing out her cheeks in anger.

"I disagree! He has already passed the test!"

Zhao Zhuji took a deep breath and grabbed Hong Butian's hand: "Come with me, I'll show you around the sect and then I'll find a way to help you get back to normal."