Chapter 13: Liu Qingyan Said She Was Cute?

Liu Qingyan?

Jiang Nanxi saw his face, identical to that of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and was instantly startled. She hurriedly threw the water ghost back into the water.

Feeling Liu Qingyan's gaze, she immediately stretched lazily, pretending nothing had happened. "It's so hot today. After a swim in the water, it really is much cooler."

Song Shixing was standing right behind Liu Qingyan. He had seen Jiang Nanxi's actions just now, but he hadn't seen the water ghost in her hand.

Song Shixing couldn't help but say, "Qingyan ge, I really suspect there's something wrong with her mental state. What female celebrity crawls around in the water like a toad, all gloomy and creepy? Does she not care about her image at all? The viewers watching the show will probably curse her to death, right?"

Liu Qingyan watched Jiang Nanxi's retreating figure, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. "Why would they curse her? Don't you think she's cute?"

Song Shixing:?

Song Shixing looked at Liu Qingyan with a horrified expression, unable to imagine such words coming from this cold, indifferent man.

He had never praised any woman!

Forget praising others, but this was Jiang Nanxi. What was cute about her? He only thought Jiang Nanxi crawling around in the water looked scarier than a female ghost!

Jiang Nanxi still wasn't sure if Liu Qingyan was the reincarnation of the Great Emperor of Fengdu. Worried that he had seen her gnawing on a ghost and would drag her back to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, she hurriedly slipped away.

Jiang Nanxi returned to the guesthouse first to change her clothes, then went to the medical station to check on Li Chu's condition.

Fortunately, it was nothing serious; she had just choked on some water and would be fine after a rest.

Li Chu was already awake. Thinking about what had just happened, she was traumatized.

Seeing Jiang Nanxi approach, she hugged her and burst into tears. "Nanxi, wuwuwu, you scared me to death just now. The fortune teller said I can't go near water. I didn't expect it to be this terrifying."

"Then why did you go to the riverbank?"

"I didn't want to go to the riverbank."

Li Chu said, "I was repairing the pigpen there at the time. I vaguely heard you calling me over to help, so I rushed to find you. But my body wouldn't listen to me, and before I knew it, I had walked to the riverbank."

Jiang Nanxi nodded, her expression showing understanding. "I didn't call you then. It seems a water ghost interfered with your mind, causing you to unconsciously walk to the riverbank.

However, looking at your physiognomy, you've already passed this tribulation. In the future, you won't be in danger near water. As for that water ghost, it probably won't dare come back here to harm anyone."

Despite saying this, Li Chu still didn't dare go near that strange little river recently.

"You rest here. I'll go feed the pigs."

Seeing that she was fine, Jiang Nanxi left first.

Most of the pig feed at the pigpen had been eaten by wild boars. The domestic pigs hadn't eaten yet, and the task points hadn't been collected.

Just as she left the medical station, Jiang Nanxi ran into the director and the program crew staff.

The director stopped her and asked, "Nanxi, do you feel unwell anywhere? Do you want me to find a psychiatrist to take a look at you?"

Jiang Nanxi said speechlessly, "Director, I'm a bit neurotic, but I don't have a mental illness."

Director: What's the difference?!

The director sighed. "Alright, you're not sick. Then can you promise me you won't do such weird things in the future? It's really a bit scary."

He thought Jiang Nanxi had been possessed by a ghost!

Jiang Nanxi glanced at him, said nothing, and went straight to the pigpen to continue chopping vegetables.

The director followed to take a look, and then saw a kitchen knife floating in front of Jiang Nanxi, *whoosh whoosh whoosh*, chopping all the vegetables in seconds.

Jiang Nanxi: "Master said, whether it's a Fa cultivator, Fu cultivator, Zhen cultivator, Yao cultivator, Gui cultivator, Dan cultivator, Yao cultivator, or Qi cultivator, they're all squishy. Body cultivators are mindless tanks. If you cultivate, cultivate the Sword."

Director:?

Jiang Nanxi: "Sword cultivators, main offense. One sword strike, and ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers shatter; nothing can stop it! I cultivate, cultivate, cultivate, cultivate, cultivate into the Heavenly Sword, able to split mountains and seas, able to sever the sun, moon, and stars!"

Director:?

Wait, that looks like a kitchen knife!

"And you say you're not sick."

The director pointed at Jiang Nanxi and told the staff beside him, "Look at her state. It's obviously the early stages of schizophrenia, fantasizing that she's the protagonist of a cultivation novel.

I've dealt with mental patients. If this worsens, she'll develop persecutory delusions and treat us as imaginary enemies. If she then takes her kitchen knife for a sword and chops us all up, that'll be bad. Hurry up and contact a good psychiatrist."

Staff: "But her kitchen knife can float in mid-air, Director. I think she really might be a Sword cultivator. I really want her to teach me."

Director:?

The director turned to look and didn't see a floating kitchen knife; Jiang Nanxi had finished chopping and put the knife away.

The director said to the staff, "Hurry up and contact a psychiatrist. Have the doctor check you out while they're at it."

Staff: "..."

Jiang Nanxi cooked another batch of pig feed, fed the pigs, and finally got the 30 points for this task. Then she returned to the guesthouse to rest.

The other teams were still doing tasks, especially Song Wanwan and Shen Lan's team. They worked until past 10 PM before they could rest.

The task those two drew was hoeing and transplanting rice seedlings. Not only were the points few, but it was also exhausting.

Song Wanwan and Shen Lan returned to the guesthouse covered in dirt, only to see Jiang Nanxi sitting in the living room, watching TV and eating watermelon, looking as comfortable as could be.

Thinking about how she and Shen Lan had worked themselves to death all day and still had fewer points than Jiang Nanxi, resentment couldn't help but well up in Song Wanwan's eyes.

She looked at Shen Lan beside her and couldn't help saying, "We *must* snatch a task with high points that's easy to complete tomorrow! Otherwise, I really can't take it!"

"We have the advantage tomorrow!"

Shen Lan whispered beside her, "I had someone inquire. Tomorrow, the director will invite an elder to be a guest, and this elder will assign the tasks. As long as we win the elder's favor, he'll definitely give us the tasks with high points that are easy to complete.

Wanwan, this elder is Li Zhengtao, President Li from the Imperial Capital Film Academy. He's an old acquaintance of yours.

I remember when you were at the Film Academy, your big brother donated a building. President Li, as the dean, even shook hands with you!"

Hearing Shen Lan's words, Song Wanwan's eyes lit up. "It's our Film Academy's Dean Li? Then we really do have the advantage tomorrow. When I was in university, the dean took special care of me!"

Although their voices were very low, Jiang Nanxi, as a cultivator, still heard them.

Li Zhengtao of the Film Academy?

This old bastard isn't anything good.

She remembered that in her past life, this old bastard was exposed for exploiting female students and was sent to prison!

With this kind of thing, why did the director invite him? He's qualified to assign tasks to her?

A trace of mockery flashed in Jiang Nanxi's eyes. She turned to look at Song Wanwan and saw her secretly making a phone call to Li Zhengtao.

(End of Chapter)