"Five cents in modern supermarkets, a bag of preserved vegetables for one point in doomsday supermarkets? Xiaodangjia? Weilong?"
Luo Yunshi checked the Koi machines in other doomsday worlds with her consciousness. Seeing that all the pills inside had been replaced by other things, she finally felt relieved.
She gently patted the Koi's tail with her hand. The golden Koi spat out a bubble. Inside the bubble, the word "Start" was written. Then the Koi wagged its tail and the entire fish spun rapidly.
Two seconds later, the speed slowed down, and after another 3 seconds, the Koi stopped spinning. The Koi's upright tail pointed to the Mid-grade Foundation Establishment Pill.
The Koi spat out another bubble from its mouth, and there was a pill inside the bubble.
Luo Yunshi put away the pill and played a few more times until her 10 chances for the day were used up.
She put away several bags of Weilong, Xiaodangjia, preserved vegetables, and a can of eight-treasure porridge.
"As expected! I'm still me."
When she was little, she always stepped in dog poop. In crowded places, the poop from birds flying in the sky would land on her.
She didn't have any lucky Koi fate. Her greatest luck was probably encountering this system that allowed her to cultivate immortality. Otherwise, she would still be that unlucky girl.
Luo Yunshi placed the Koi machine on top of the bar and said, "Xiao Qi, activate the Cultivation World Doomsday."
"Hehe! Alright, Host."
...
As the sky began to whiten.
Luo Yunshi had not slept all night, but she was full of energy.
After washing up, she first tied her hair into a bun, then changed into her newly bought t-shirt and pants, a mix of modern and interstellar styles with temperature regulation and defense functions, and put on acceleration shoes.
With everything ready. She sat in the living room, listened to music, and drank some porridge, waiting for a destined person from the cultivation world to appear.
...
Cang Ling Realm.
The sky was slightly bright.
At the foot of the mountain, in a dense forest.
An old man in a Taoist robe walked to the bottom of a large tree, looked up at the sky, and sighed.
"Alas~ this damned world, I can't live on anymore.
My biggest regret in this life is not being able to marry a wife. I wonder if I can ask for a child next time I see the King of Hell, so I can be a father."
King of Hell: You want to ask for a child before asking for a wife? Without a wife, where would a child come from?
The old man muttered to himself, and then took out a thick whip and gently caressed it.
"Old fellow, thank you for accompanying me for so long. It's just a pity for you. Rather than dying alive with my essence and spiritual energy drained by those hateful evil cultivators, with even my soul vanishing, it's better to hang myself. At least I can be reincarnated."
The old man finished speaking to himself, threw the whip upwards, and it conveniently hung on a thick tree branch.
The old man looked at the whip, took a few deep breaths, and then suddenly jumped up.
He grabbed the thick tree branch with both hands, and then flexibly hooked his legs onto the branch. He then looked at the distance between the whip and the ground. The hands that had just been freed were also put to use, and he began to tie a knot in the whip.
After tying the knot, the old man flipped and jumped. The movements were smooth and agile. In the blink of an eye, his head was in the tied loop.
The old man sighed in his heart, and at the same time relaxed his body, waiting for death to come.
However, he still overestimated his resolve to hang himself. The sharp pain and stinging sensation in his neck almost made him suffocate. His body also couldn't help but react instinctively. He struggled and writhed, trying to escape from the rope.
No, he hadn't lived enough.
Ever since he tested his spiritual roots at the age of 8, he had been working hard to cultivate. If he didn't have spirit stones, he worked hard to earn spirit stones. After spirit stones became scarce on the continent, he worked even harder to cultivate bit by bit. For every bit of turbid energy that entered his body, he would spend ten or even twenty times the time it took to absorb it to expel the turbid energy.
He cultivated every day, without interruption. Without being able to abstain from grains after Foundation Establishment, he still had to earn money to buy food. After eating, he would continue cultivating. From time to time, he had to dodge evil cultivators and demon-fallen individuals.
He never married a wife in his life, never went to any good places, and never ate any good food.
After working hard for so many years, he was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and only one level away from Foundation Establishment, and yet he encountered such misfortune.
His life had been too miserable.
He wanted to die, but at the brink of death, he realized that he was afraid of death.
Yes, he was afraid of death, afraid of dying such a humiliating death.
He was unwilling, and he still held a sliver of hope for this world.
The old man grabbed the whip with both hands, gathered all his strength, and quickly clamped his legs around the tree trunk above.
He began to untie the noose on the whip while hanging upside down.
Suddenly, the old man looked forward, his eyes widening.
"This... this..." the old man gaped in astonishment, unable to believe his eyes, how was this possible?
The dense forest at the foot of the mountain had vanished out of thin air, and had been replaced by strangely shaped buildings.
The old man untied the whip, perched on the tree, looked forward, and muttered.
"A small secret realm appearing? An immortal's cave? Or did some powerful ancestor take out their magic artifact? No... it couldn't be?"
The old man shook his head vigorously, looked around, and found that it was quite safe. He looked forward again, involuntarily swallowed, put away his whip, jumped down from the tree, and slowly walked towards the buildings in front.
As the old man walked closer, he could finally see the words written on the buildings.
"Good Luck Fast Food? Good Luck Hotel? Capsule Hotel, Cinema..." the old man mumbled as he walked, and soon entered the protected area.
...
"It's finally opened." It was worth staying up all night and watching.
Luo Yunshi was extremely curious about the Cultivation World Doomsday.
With a thought, she directly teleported to the small plaza of the Cultivation World Doomsday. At the same time, she released Xing Yi, Xing Xing, and Da Li.
"Eh? There's no turbid energy in the spiritual energy."
Luo Yunshi was surprised for a moment.
The system information would not be wrong, so there could only be three possibilities for this situation.
The first possibility was that her bones were unique and extraordinary. Turbid energy was useless to her.
The second possibility was that her invulnerable protection could filter out turbid energy on its own.
The third, and most likely possibility, was that the system was awesome, and the spiritual energy within the protective shield was problem-free.
Luo Yunshi's divine sense scanned the surroundings. In the distance, there was a large mountain. Her shop was located on a flat area at the foot of the mountain, which was a perfect location. In front of the small plaza was a patch of grass, and beyond that, a small patch of woods. In front of the woods was a road.
Old Man: What flat ground, what a patch of grass, it's a forest, all forest. The dense forest turned into buildings and grass.
Luo Yunshi saw an old man in a Taoist robe walking into the protected area.
There was no one else around. It seemed that this person was definitely the person of great fortune who caused her shop to land and generate, Luo Yunshi thought.
The old man saw a young girl appearing in the distance and did not relax at all.
What if she was an ageless old monster, hundreds or thousands of years old? He hadn't even established his foundation yet, and couldn't probe her bone age or strength at all. Therefore, he should still be cautious.
The old man walked forward, and without knowing Luo Yunshi's identity or strength, he bowed.
"Fellow Daoist, I am Xiu Wuchang, a rogue cultivator of the righteous path. May I ask if the shops in front are yours?"
Fellow Daoist? This address was quite nice. In the previous few doomsday worlds, people called her boss or shopkeeper.