Dao Of The Salted FishCh25 - Day in the life of Wen Zhihao

Wen Zhihao’s life took on a new routine.

Each week, Wen Zhihao would go into town to sell some items for mortal money. His business with the glowing flowers was especially good as the days became shorter, though finding flowers became more difficult. fDowBu

Once a week, he would spend the evening with Sun Fuyu, exploring the surrounding area both forest and mortal towns. The two of them became familiar with the mortal towns, and the residents of the town became familiar with them.

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(Wen Zhihao hoped that the other cultivators in the sect wouldn’t find out that it was his and Sun Fuyu’s fault for making cultivators seem more approachable.)

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Despite the colder months, Wen Zhihao didn’t feel as cold as he should—or maybe it was because his warming talismans were good and he no longer needed worry about saving money on heating.

Speaking of talismans, Wen Zhihao typically spent the first few days per month after receiving his talisman-quota completing said quota. The bar was really quite low, but of course, he didn’t say anything. He quietly saved his allowance of spiritual stones. For the rest of the month, he fiddled around with more useful talismans (to him), while going through the cultivation manuals. His own simplified notes were really starting to look like An Idiot’s Guide to Talisman Cultivation.

Elder Liu had surely given up on him, and so didn’t push him to excel, which was perfect for Wen Zhihao. Some of the other talisman cultivating disciples initially gave Wen Zhihao suspicious looks, but after they saw his messy notes, they realised that he wasn’t at all their rival, thus allowing Wen Zhihao to have relaxed competition-free days.

After each day, Wen Zhihao would burrow into his blankets and sleep deeply, and in the morning, he would wake up actually feeling rested. His previous life under the heavy hand of corporate capitalism started to feel long passed. There were many things he missed from his old world, but only now, here, could he feel this calm and content.

The author is being a salted fish and giving you a time-skip, but nothing much happened so it’s okay!