Infinite games: I become a god by krypton gold

Things are selling well, especially the perfume and essential oil soaps made in the witch world.

The monks who came and went almost had a bottle of perfume in their hands, and essential oil soaps were hoarded as if they didn't want spirit stones.

However, it is also possible that Shen Yin sells it cheaply, a piece of essential oil soap the size of a child's fist sells for a low-grade spirit stone, and a bottle of perfume sells for a middle-grade spirit stone.

She is really a conscientious businessman, and she doesn't make much money.

Shen Qinan: ... Bah!

On the other side, the owner of the bookstore personally took Shen Yin's novel to the printing factory.

"Give me a lot of seals! I want to spread the goods all over Kyushu!"

She had a premonition that this book, which was impossible to comment on, would definitely become popular in the mainland of Kyushu.

Although she expected it to be popular, she didn't expect the popularity to be much higher than she expected, especially the "hardcover version" that Shen Yin suggested to her. The regular version only needs 20 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, but the hardcover version requires a top-grade spirit stone, and the supply exceeds the demand. What is it?
Within a month, the author of "Madame Thunderbolt" really became popular in the Kyushu continent as the owner said.

Huo Xiao had just finished practicing swords in the school field, and his senior brothers and sisters who usually secretly hid beside him and peeped at him were all gathered together at the moment, not knowing what they were doing.

Out of curiosity, he walked over and saw that they were unpacking the courier.

That's right, there is also express delivery in the world of cultivating immortals. Small items are usually delivered by machine birds, and large items are delivered by machine beasts.

The elder brother took off two large packages from the back of the bull-shaped mechanism beast, and opened several books with blue covers inside.

Huo Xiao couldn't help being curious, why did the disciples of Jianzong only know how to practice swords all day long, so they suddenly fell in love with reading?

Then he caught a glimpse of the name on the cover, "After I divorced my fiancé, I turned around and married him, Master".

Huo Xiao: ...very good, it smells like that.

"Brother, is this...?" He took two steps closer and asked.

When everyone saw that it was him, they rushed to greet him.

"This is the book that Junior Sister Qin bought at the foot of the mountain before. We thought it looked good, so we each bought a copy."

"Yeah, it's really good-looking. It's a pity that Junior Sister Qin is too stingy. I only read a few chapters, but now I have one too, so I don't need to envy her."

"Who buys more? Get a copy for Junior Brother Huo!"

"Me, me, me! I bought three copies! You can even give one to the younger brother!"

Huo Xiao: ...Although I don't want to watch it very much, but the brothers and sisters are so enthusiastic, so I'd better take a hard look at it.

After starting the novel, Huo Xiao couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw the author's signature as "Mrs. Thunderbolt".

Guessing that this should be written by Zhou Qian or Cheng Yuanyuan, a normal person like Shen Yin would definitely not be able to write such a bloody prose that would be thunderous at first glance.

After reading ten chapters in one go, Huo Xiao was not sure, because the writing was Shen Yin's at first glance. As for the content... Huo Xiao raised his hand and pressed his temple, and silently put the book into the small space. He will never read it again in this life.

The senior brothers and sisters at the side sat together in twos and threes, holding spirit tea in their hands, using a small spell to place the book in the air in front of them, reading it with great interest, and discussing the plot from time to time.

Back at Wuwang Peak, Master Wuwang beckoned to him, "Ah Xiao, I heard what the little disciples said about the new script, do you know which one it is?"

He has white hair and is wearing a purple dress. He looks like a fairy, but Huo Xiao knows what kind of person he is.

He was silent, and took out the book of sin from the small space.

"Master, a brother gave me a copy just now, you should read it first."

Wu Wang took it casually, said "Thank you, Xiao", and lay down on a deck chair under an old tree beside him, and took out a handful of melon seeds from the Qiankun bag, and knocked them while looking at them.

Huo Xiao shook his head lightly, turned around and went back to his room to meditate.

In just three hours of his meditation, Wu Wang outside the house cursed 37 times.

Huo Xiao didn't understand, but he was shocked.

What is the magic of this novel?Even Wu Wang, who is more than 600 years old, can see and devote himself to it.

Zhang Yu, who is in the sword sect, also wants to know this question.

The Zhongmen have been scolding "Bitch" for three days, so which man with no eyesight has offended the entire Sword Sect?
But who knew that before he could finish a sentence, a novel with an extremely strange title was stuffed into his hand.

Only one night later, there was no one in the Sword Sect who didn't scold "Jiannan".

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were the first to know that "Madame Perak" is the youngest junior sister in the sect.

After that, the teachers and sisters met endlessly, knocking on the side to ask her about the second half, and after learning that she hadn't started writing, they started fancy reminders.

Shen Yin couldn't bear it anymore, she simply declared to the outside world that she was going to retreat and cultivate to draw qi into her body.

Who knew that as soon as the news was released, the first attendant under the suzerain came with a high-level spiritual herb and conveyed the suzerain's words.

"You still need to retreat to attract qi into your body? I'll give you a hundred-year-old grass to help you get qi into your body. Don't be ignorant, and hurry up to write the script! If you finish writing it within half a month, I'll give you a thousand-year-old grass and bring you into the inner gate."

This temptation was not insignificant to Shen Yin, after receiving spiritual herbs and elixir from several elders and hall masters to help her draw Qi into her body, she finally announced to the outside world that she would retreat and write story books.

But in fact, she has already finished writing the second half, just to use the spirit grass and medicine to draw Qi into her body.

Half a month later, with the help of spirit grass and elixir, Shen Yin successfully induced Qi into her body, announcing that the second half was completed.

The waiter whom the suzerain took came as expected, and exchanged one of her manuscripts with Wuyacao.

Black Snake's novel was originally written halfway through, but after seeing Shen Yin's article, he really stopped writing.

Black Snake: "Master's brilliant pen makes me extremely ashamed. Compared with Master, I am so far behind!"

Shen Qinan: ... What are you talking about?Why can't I understand?
Shen Yin sent a copy of the second half of the manuscript to the master of Yuyaotang, and then chose to pull out the earth spirit root under her suggestion. After only four spirit roots were left, she obviously felt that her cultivation went much smoother. At least the "Qi" introduced into her body could gather a small group in the dantian smoothly.

When going to the bookstore to hand in the manuscript, Shen Yin asked the owner of the bookstore to help her find out about Wu Yacao.

Hearing that she is a miscellaneous spirit root, Fangzhu suddenly realized, "The reason why I am so anxious to find Wuyacao is for the mysterious secret realm of the Zongmen Dabi a year later."

Shen Yin was confused, "What is a mysterious realm?"

Fangzhu didn't bother to waste his time, "Go back and ask your master!"

"But I just entered the inner sect tomorrow, and I haven't worshiped the master yet." Shen Yin cupped her hands pitifully.

The owner of the shop was unmoved, "Then wait until you enter the inner door tomorrow and ask the master!"

Shen Yin: "Sister Fangzhu..."

The owner: "If you don't leave, I won't find you a grass! Don't delay my work!" She is still busy watching the typesetting and printing.

Shen Yin: "..."