Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Lord White Impermanence’s Blessings!

Lin Hao felt that I Have Read It was great in every way, except he was just too polite.

Not only was he polite himself, he insisted others be polite to him too.

And now, just look—he’s about to go over to help the Devout Buddhist, who’s still in a wheelchair with an IV hanging, just to say hi—

"No, no! You mustn’t! So you’re the Devout Buddhist, right? Sit, sit, sit!"

After the three of them finished their round of polite nonsense and social rituals, Lin Hao headed to the City Management Team’s milk tea prep room to make the usual twenty cups for I Have Read It.

After the round of pleasantries, Lin Hao then...

Asked the other two to leave first.

I Have Read It pushed the Devout Buddhist outside, then hurried back in; Lin Hao pulled out a Calming Pill.

I Have Read It swallowed the pill and, per usual, left after a thousand rounds of thanks.

Next up was Lin Hao’s solo milk tea powder-making time...

...

I Have Read It pushed the Devout Buddhist into the plaza, reluctantly handed him a cup, then got ready to chug milk tea himself.

Of course, before chugging, as a freshly minted milk tea fan, I Have Read It expertly produced his own personal straw from his pocket...

The whole paper straw thing—set that aside for now.

Poke.

Sluuuurp.

Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp...

The Devout Buddhist watched I Have Read It knock back milk tea and started feeling a little scared—the way he was going, he really looked like he was about to finish that cup in one go.

Who the hell chugs nineteen cups of milk tea in one breath in the middle of the night?!

"You’re drinking so fast, are you sure you’ll be okay? Why not slow down—no one’s fighting you for it."

"No worries, this stuff is crazy tasty."

Said and done, I Have Read It continued gulp gulp gulp.

Seeing he couldn’t talk him down, the Devout Buddhist gave up altogether.

The Devout Buddhist knew about I Have Read It’s situation—

He was with the Hidden Cultivation Association.

Even if he didn’t know all the details, being able to own three contained objects without getting wrecked by them was proof he was a genuine badass.

From what the Devout Buddhist had heard, those Hidden Cultivation Association folks...

They might die in battle, get devoured by their contained objects, or die handling some deep secret incident...

But surely, none of them would die from too much milk tea, right?

And seeing how pro I Have Read It was at chugging, probably nothing to worry about.

"Alright then, let this Rich Monk get a taste and see just how wow it is."

The Devout Buddhist looked at his cup of milk tea, poked open the lid with his straw, and took a sip.

This feeling...

Damn it, if the Buddha himself appeared right now, he’d get on his knees and finish this damn milk tea in one go!

Smack!

Buddha forgive me, cussed again! But it’s the Rich Monk’s milk tea here...

It’s just too damn good.

Smack!

I Have Read It was deep in immersive milk tea mode, when the Rich Monk suddenly face-slapped himself out of nowhere and scared him silly:

"Haven’t seen you in a year or so and you’ve developed a taste for slapping yourself now?"

Seriously, look—the bandage on your face already has an imprint from the slap.

He really means it...

The Devout Buddhist shot I Have Read It a resentful look and mumbled:

"Rich Monk doesn’t have that kind of kink! You could’ve warned me first that your milk tea is this damn good."

Smack!

The Devout Buddhist shed tears of repentance.

But luckily, that last smack seemed a bit lighter...

This milk tea might actually suppress the side effects of contained objects—it’s a functional beverage, damn that’s awesome...

Smack!

I Have Read It: Yeah, yeah, you totally don’t have a kink.

Devout Buddhist: ...

...

After prepping tomorrow’s batch of milk tea powder, Lin Hao left the milk tea room; the little black dog waited obediently at the door.

When Lin Hao came out, he was promptly walked on the leash.

But as Lin Hao sent his divine thought scanning across the City Management Team’s plaza, he saw I Have Read It night-running with a milk tea in hand, the Devout Buddhist pushing his wheelchair in hot pursuit.

He runs away.

He gives chase.

Lin Hao: What the hell are they doing out here at night?

Lin Hao shook his head and headed back to the City Management Team guesthouse by himself.

Even though his high-grade spirit stones were now all used up and his cultivation speed was slow as hell, it’s fine, just keep chipping away and victory will be yours.

Lin Hao unlocked his storage bag and scanned it with his divine thought.

Hm?

"Where’s my spirit stones? Why are a few missing?"

The little black dog perked up instantly at those words, sitting up straight and wagging his tail like crazy.

Seeing the little black dog act like that...

Lin Hao unlocked his phone and shoved it in the pup’s face.

The little black dog typed: "Is it mealtime yet? Mealtime?"

Lin Hao: "Did you eat my spirit stones?"

The little black dog typed: "Mealtime, mealtime, mealtime."

Lin Hao: ...

Lin Hao tried taking out a lower grade spirit stone from his storage bag.

The little black dog happily bounded forward—crunch crunch crunch.

And then Lin Hao noticed that his magical power was flowing, not just with the boost from his incarnation, but even a little bit faster now.

This good a deal?!

Feeding the dog makes me stronger?!

So it’s early Core Formation, early enjoyment! Whose golden core can cultivate by itself like that? Love it!

But soon, Lin Hao realized the little black dog could only eat so much before getting full.

Looks like relying on the dog is worse than relying on yourself.

This small cultivation speed boost is better than nothing, I guess.

Lin Hao sat cross-legged on his bed, calmed his heart, focused it on his dantian, and as he cultivated and cultivated, slowly...

Slumped over onto the bed.

All over his body glowed with a faint halo, laying like an immortal in repose.

Meanwhile, the Devout Buddhist pushing his wheelchair stopped and looked toward the City Management Team’s guesthouse...

"What a weird feeling, I could’ve sworn there was a bodhisattva over there."

But soon, the Devout Buddhist reined in his mind—right now, forget about bodhisattvas; even if the Buddha himself showed up, he’d have to wait till I got another cup of milk tea...

"I Have Read It, we’re really good friends, aren’t we?!"

"Let’s take a temporary break from this friendship, thanks."

...

Ke Chen City is full of acceptance.

At midnight, some are cultivating, some are working out, some are burning that overtime...

And some are fighting for their careers!

This is one of those—my boss isn’t even here, never asked, and I don’t know where the boss ran off to—

self-driven overtime nights.

Right now, Xiao Shuai was sitting in front of his computer, updating and tweaking the "Lord Wuchang Doesn’t Do Overtime" website, running final tests.

After all, the "Lord Wuchang Doesn’t Do Overtime" website was going live tomorrow.

Everyone else had already gone, but Xiao Shuai kept staring at the webpage, running in circles—something just wasn’t clicking.

"Feels like... something’s missing."

But what, he just couldn’t say.

Forget it, light some sandalwood and wake myself up...

Xiao Shuai lit a stick of sandalwood, sniffed the calming aroma that slowly filled the room, rubbed his bloodshot eyes once his head felt less cloudy, and kept poring over the site, wanting to polish it to perfection for tomorrow’s launch.

But just then, on his computer screen from bottom to top, a white hat slowly floated up.

Hmm!

So familiar, such déjà vu!

He squinted—the hat had words on it:

"Hey there, little bro, you came too?"

Xiao Shuai was enlightened!

Yes, yes, yes!

What he’d been missing was an entrance animation!

Compared to his first nerve-wracking time, this time Xiao Shuai was chill as could be.

He knew that in a sec, Lord White Impermanence would possess him, download inspiration into his head, and he’d finally be able to clock out in peace...

And tomorrow, he’d definitely want to get a health check-up.

Yeah, time for a check-up—he’d been forcing himself to hang in there for days to perfect the "Lord Wuchang Doesn’t Do Overtime" site!

His body had definitely taken a hit.

So a check-up would do him good, too.

Possession!

Consciousness: offline.

Consciousness: rebooting.

Xiao Shuai glanced at his monitor, and sure enough, there it was: the site had a slick new entrance animation, and it looked way better than he’d imagined!

Thank you, Lord White Impermanence...

Now, finally time to go home and sleep.

But when Xiao Shuai stood up, he felt...

Weird, like his body was feather-light, and he suddenly seemed super healthy.

Like this, does he...

...still need a check-up?

Was this Lord White Impermanence’s blessing?

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[Unused Monthly Pass Shelter Center]

Just had a little hiccup, but sorted it quickly. Sorry for the slight delay, super sorry.

One more Chapter to go, catch it after you wake up—should have it written by around 3 a.m.