Chapter 29: Even a Capitalist Would Shed Tears

A night passed in the blink of an eye.

Su Xiaoyu hadn’t finished editing the video using only the first half of the night. When the latter half arrived, she freshened up and returned to her bed to cultivate.

Soon, it was another morning.

The morning sunlight, soft as silk, filtered through the light curtains, spilling onto the tidy sheets and onto Su Xiaoyu’s delicate face.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes, revealing a gaze completely free of drowsiness. Half a night’s cultivation was enough to leave her energized. She glanced at the sky outside the window before deciding to get up.

She pulled herself onto her wheelchair, pushed it to the bathroom to wash up, and then ordered breakfast on a food delivery app.

Once she was done, she glanced at the diorama box.

The Qixi Festival Sect inside was already bustling with activity. People were emerging from their houses one by one, beginning another day of cultivation routine.

After a single glance, Su Xiaoyu withdrew her gaze and opened her laptop to resume editing the video.

This time, the content was very long, and she wouldn’t be able to finish it in a short time. She still needed to work hard.

Halfway through editing, Su Xiaoyu thought of a problem.

After the Qixi Festival Sect’s Grand Competition ended, she had told Tong Shishi to reward everyone with Immortal Rice directly. But it seemed she hadn’t placed the second grain of rice inside yet. Had she used the grain she’d previously given to Tong Shishi personally?

“I’ll give another one later.”

Su Xiaoyu pulled her attention back. She didn’t have any rice to give right now anyway.

A while later, the delivery arrived.

This breakfast was her favorite sticky rice. She deliberately picked out a few grains of rice before cleanly eating the rest.

After also finishing the delivered milk, Su Xiaoyu took one grain of rice and went beside the diorama box.

She searched inside and found that Tong Shishi was in her own house.

“Tong Shishi.”

Su Xiaoyu called out.

Hearing her voice, Tong Shishi hurriedly ran out of the house and knelt reverently toward the heavens.

Regardless of what the others in the Qixi Festival Sect were doing when they heard the commotion, they all dropped to their knees in a cascade of thuds.

The scene made Su Xiaoyu laugh. Her “Divine Manifestation” caused such a huge stir it was impossible to miss, and once people noticed, kneeling was almost inevitable.

Su Xiaoyu wasn’t going to correct this. Only if the people maintained sufficient reverence for her could they provide her with Faith Value.

Pinching the grain of rice, Su Xiaoyu directly reached her hand into the diorama box and placed it before Tong Shishi’s eyes.

“Tong Shishi, the Immortal Rice previously bestowed upon you was a personal reward for your service as referee. It seems you’ve already distributed it to everyone. Therefore, this new grain of Immortal Rice is yours alone.”

As she said this, Su Xiaoyu’s expression was rather strange.

Getting an Immortal Cultivation Sect to hold a Sect Grand Competition, and then offering rewards that amounted to a little facial cleanser and two grains of rice… Even a capitalist would shed tears at this situation.

But reality and the diorama box’s situation were fundamentally different. While a grain of rice was worthless outside, inside it could be called Immortal Rice. They simply couldn’t be compared.

After bestowing the Immortal Rice, Su Xiaoyu went back to editing her video.

As for Tong Shishi inside the diorama box, she was overjoyed. She used a spell to lift the grain of Immortal Rice, larger than herself, and hurried back to her dwelling.

The other Qixi Festival Sect disciples were intensely envious, but all they could do was envy. This was Immortal Rice bestowed upon the Sect Master by the Heavenly Maiden. Did any of them dare harbor designs on it?

However, after this, it was inevitable that disciples would occasionally seek out Tong Shishi, asking when the second Sect Grand Competition would be held, leaving Tong Shishi speechless.

Was it the Sect Grand Competition they truly wanted?

The answer was obvious. They wanted the Immortal Rice. And its effects were indeed astonishing. Those who had performed well and consumed it had seen their Spiritual Roots improve to varying degrees.

Tong Shishi thought that if they had enough Immortal Rice, sharing it wouldn’t be impossible. But without the Heavenly Maiden’s permission, she dared not act on her own.

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Two more days passed in a flash.

“Finally, it’s done.”

Su Xiaoyu removed her hands from the computer and leaned back against her wheelchair, letting out a long breath. After days of effort, she had finally edited a video she was satisfied with.

It contained immortal martial content and numerous shots of the Youth Restoring Facial Cleanser. Using it as an advertisement should be fine.

She carefully reviewed the video, then sent it to Wen Wanru.

Afterward, Su Xiaoyu went to the side of the diorama box.

It was late morning, and the box still displayed daily cultivation life. Without outside interference, the cultivation life of the Qixi Festival Sect would likely continue unchanged for decades.

The lives of low-level cultivators were just that mundane.

Those images of soaring through seas of clouds or sleeping drunk atop mountain peaks were only for great, powerful cultivators.

Su Xiaoyu’s gaze roamed around inside and saw Li Yidan boarding a flying boat, intending to head to the market.

Li Yidan’s alchemy required many related ingredients. Some could be grown by the Spiritual Plant Masters, but others couldn’t be produced by the Qixi Festival Sect itself. Thus, taking a shopping trip to the market was necessary.

Having won first place in the Sect Grand Competition, Li Yidan was no longer what she used to be. Her appearance was outstanding, her bearing graceful. A white dress fluttered in the breeze, granting her an ethereal aura, as if an immortal maiden had descended to the mortal world.

Li Yidan only brought a few fellow alchemy masters with her as she boarded the flying boat and swiftly departed.

“So many destinies have changed. My own, as well.”

Su Xiaoyu thought to herself.

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Wen Wanru woke up very early every day. In her view, “early to bed, early to rise” was the best way to maintain beauty. Things like facial cleansers could provide supplementary benefits, but they were truly only supplementary.

After washing up, Wen Wanru emerged from the bathroom.

She picked up her mobile phone from beside the pillow and saw the message from Su Xiaoyu.

“Hmm? The ad is finished?”

Wen Wanru immediately unlocked her phone, entered her chat app, received the video from Su Xiaoyu, and opened it.

The video presented a landscape scene full of ancient style, with classical buildings standing one after another in archaic elegance.

This environment wasn’t unfamiliar to Wen Wanru; the short clip Su Xiaoyu had given her before used the same setting. It seemed this ad and the previous short film were shot in the same location?

Just the opening was enough to captivate her interest.

She sat on the bed and watched intently.