After reviewing the trending topics, Nan Yue focused intently on absorbing spiritual energy and channeled his meager spiritual power throughout his body to cleanse all acupoints.
The cultivation level at the second stage of Qi refinement is truly very low.
However, once her spiritual essence fully merges with this physical body, cultivation will no longer be so challenging.
Although he was very curious about her staying still in a particular yoga pose, he didn’t disturb her.
It waited until Nanyue’s stomach growled twice; only then, somewhat confused, did it open its eyes and ask.
“Host, do you practice yoga poses?” Nam Yue folded his hands, frowned, rubbed his abdomen, and answered absentmindedly.
“Any form of spiritual practice would work; it’s only yoga poses that truly help me achieve inner peace.” This is also because she has a teacher who is completely supportive and flexible, as well as several senior disciples who have always shown her great indulgence and affection.
But none of that matters much now. What truly counts is that she has once again become an ordinary person, facing the most mundane dilemma—what to eat this morning? During the first hundred years after embracing the path of immortality, Nanyue occasionally pondered modern delicacies, but gradually stopped thinking about them, preparing instead for either ascending to immortality or failing the tribulation with the loss of her spirit essence.
I never imagined that after failing to overcome the trial, she would still be able to return to the present world.
thinking she hadn’t remembered any delicious foods, 005 even spoke up to remind her.
“You can order takeout, host.” At the mention of ordering takeout, Nanyue immediately thought of her meager balance. After uttering a casual “uh,” she got out of bed.
I turned on the light and checked my suitcase—there were only a few outfits, but all the fabrics felt high-quality, indicating a considerable price tag.
Recalling the items in her makeup bag from yesterday, Nan Yue’s eyes lowered slightly. She realized that her excessive spending on this talent show was really more about Sheng Jingheng than anything else.
The thousands of yuan I earned from my summer job were all spent on it, yet the outcome was exactly what I expected.
It’s truly regrettable that she chose the wrong time and place to confess her feelings, and her emotional state was far too fragile.
After changing her clothes and washing up, Nanyue applied a simple makeup look before heading out, then took her phone and room key with her.
The hotel provides breakfast, which can be enjoyed free of charge by presenting your room card.
However, even before making their debut, these girls were already burdened by the expectations of being idols; they rarely came for this free breakfast and always ordered takeout instead.
When Nanyue Jin entered the restaurant, it indeed drew several curious glances—many of the fans attending the live stream were also staying at this very hotel.
Their views on South Vietnam remain quite complex at present, which is why they neither engaged in conversation nor posed for photos.
Nan Yue felt relieved and was pleasantly surprised to find that the hotel’s breakfast options were quite extensive.
In addition to baozi, mantou, youtiao, and soy milk, there are also steamed dumplings, shaomai, pancakes, cornmeal noodles, as well as Western-style dishes like bread sandwiches and hot dogs.
However, the quantities are quite limited; if you arrive late, they might be sold out.
After last night’s hot pot meal, Nam Yue felt no guilt at all. Thinking he was hungry, he ate more and ended up filling an entire plate with food without realizing it.
As soon as I found my seat and sat down, the intensity of those gazes from all directions became even more pronounced.
They’re probably all going to keep an eye on her—if she doesn’t finish eating, they’ll post more details online again.
Nan Yue didn’t pay much attention; she wiped her hands and started eating.
Just as I was about to finish eating, a text message arrived on my phone.
The sender is the program’s deputy director; this must be an automated message informing all qualified contestants that they may move freely today and should gather at the hotel lobby tomorrow morning at 8 a.m.
It was utterly pointless to send a pillow; Nam Viet replied happily that he had received it.
Today is the perfect day to seriously consider how you can make some money.
With only a few hundred dollars on me, I simply can’t survive.