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Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [30]

"Obviously, you're carrying it! My [Mustard Seed Space] can't store living creatures."

"Yeah, yeah. Figured as much."

Jiang Bai sighed and tossed his shoes into the bamboo basket before slinging it onto his back. He didn't even bother putting his shoes back on—walking barefoot across the sand and pebbles felt easier.

He had noticed something odd: his se...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [29]

“No need to worry about that!”

Hu Tao proudly held up her hand, her fingers adorned with several rings, her nails painted black. With a flash of light from the ring on her index finger, pots, bowls, and various utensils suddenly appeared on the table.

“This is called the [Mustard Seed Space], an ancient spatial artifact crafted by the adepti! Wangsheng Fu...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [28]

Hu Tao watched Jiang Bai’s reaction closely, her eyes twinkling with amusement. When he finally made that face—the unmistakable look of someone utterly dumbfounded—she burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Jiang Bai asked, completely lost on what she found amusing.

"Your expression is exactly like mine when I first read that book!" Hu Tao was practically rollin...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [27]

Jiang Bai had no idea that someone was investigating him. As far as he was concerned, life at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was fulfilling.

While familiarizing himself with this world, he also practiced wielding Geo. The ever-elusive Director Hu would occasionally appear to spar with him—only to vanish again the next moment, off to who-knows-where.

Jiang Bai frequently br...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [26]

To secure ownership of [Debate Club], Jiang Bai stuck to Hu Tao like glue the entire afternoon.

If she was thirsty, he fetched her water. If she was tired, he massaged her shoulders. If she was hungry, he handed her food before she even reached for it. All she had to do was ask, and he would immediately present whatever she needed.

That wasn’t all. If a cat blocke...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [25]

Using the force of her spear being knocked downward, Hu Tao flipped backward, her polearm bending into a half-arc before snapping straight again. With a swift change in momentum, she swung her weapon toward Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai reacted instantly, turning to block the strike with his spear held horizontally in front of him.

Their movements blurred as they shifted positions, the groun...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [24]

“If I hear people spreading rumors again, I’ll tell them the truth!” Xiangling huffed, clearly displeased with how the rumors had spiraled out of control.

Jiang Bai waved a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Let them talk. No one outside even knows who I am.”

“But won’t this hurt your reputation…?”

“What reputation? I’m just some nobody. People don’t even...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [23]

If this had been the first time Xiangling made this dish, she wouldn’t have minded letting someone taste-test it. But she had already perfected the recipe—only for it to be classified as a failure.

Letting a guest eat something like this made her conscience uneasy.

Hu Tao had long since noticed Xiangling’s hesitation. She held onto her hand tightly, whispering, “Relax, he’...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [22]

“Boss…”

Hu Tao showed no sign of guilt for waking Jiang Bai up. She straightened up, placed her hands on her hips, and declared, “Why are you sleeping in the middle of the day?”

“I was just resting for a bit…” Jiang Bai sighed as he climbed out of the coffin. He was sure he had locked the door.

How did Hu Tao get in?

Fortunately, he had slept for a while,...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [21]

Jiang Bai had no idea what Zhongli was thinking and was still marveling at the craftsmanship of the counterfeit Vision.

“This is way too realistic! Even if a real god were here, they wouldn’t be able to tell whether this Vision was genuinely bestowed or not.”

Zhongli smiled but said nothing.

In truth, both of them were fake.

“From now on, carry it with you. It do...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [20]

"Huh?"

Jiang Bai was completely caught off guard by the question.

He thought back to everything that had happened since he woke up, and a strange thought surfaced—Am I not from this world?

In many ways, he had adapted quite well. But whether it was a talking snake or the existence of gods, none of it aligned with what he knew to be common...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [19]

"Of course, I came to see you!"

Xiangling placed a food box on the nearby table and opened it with a grin. "I brought you some snacks—try them and see if my skills have gotten rusty!"

Madame Ping chuckled when she saw the delicate Lotus Flower Pastries inside.

"No rush, no rush."

Her gaze shifted toward the young girl standing beside Xiangling.

"And this is�...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [18]

At dawn, Chihu Rock was bustling with life.

For dockworkers, sailors, and traveling merchants who earned their keep through hard labor, the street vendors of Chihu Rock were the best choice for breakfast.

The food here was affordable and filling—starting the day with a steaming bowl of saozi noodles would give anyone the energy to work from morning to night.

But if you asked...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [17]

Since he had already joined Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he needed to prove his worth somehow—otherwise, wouldn’t he just be dead weight?

Not only were the attendants surprised by Jiang Bai’s declaration, but even Hu Tao was caught off guard.

He volunteered? When did that happen?

For the first time, she felt a rare twinge of guilt—she knew this job wouldn’t be ...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [16]

After thinking it over all last night and throughout today, Hu Tao had already identified potential challenges and refined the process. Now, with some discussion, they could finalize the plan.

And then, they could begin a trial run.

The moment Hu Tao mentioned having a "big plan," the dining hall erupted into murmurs.

"What did Director Hu come up with this time?...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [15]

The scroll looked quite old, its paper yellowed with time. Some of the ancient ink had already started to blur.

Jiang Bai could see clearly—it was filled with names, densely packed from top to bottom, spanning countless generations.

He had every reason to believe that Hu Tao hadn’t just randomly decided to bring him to the Statue of The Seven on a whim.

Otherwise, why woul...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [14]

Jiang Bai leaned on his hoe, silently watching Hu Tao as she scrubbed the statue and muttered to it.

Logically speaking, a god shouldn’t be able to feel through their statues—otherwise, if someone with ill intent came along to desecrate it, wouldn’t that be absolutely disgusting for them? Not to mention, these statues were exposed to the elements year-round…

Sh...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [13]

"A Vision?"

Jiang Bai held the Vision in his hands, turning it over curiously. Aside from looking like an oversized glass bead, he couldn't tell what was special about it.

"Only those recognized by the gods can use it. Of course, you wouldn’t sense anything unusual!"

For Hu Tao, being acknowledged by the gods was no big deal. But that didn’t stop her from showing off a lit...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [12]

"Those two on the watchtowers are Pyro Hilichurl Shooters. Their crossbows can fire flaming arrows. That big one can pull Dendro Slimes out of the ground and use them as shields—it’s the strongest among them."

"The two eating fruit? They're like the one you took out with a single hoe strike. They wield burning wooden clubs, and getting hit by one would be a real hassle. Lastly, that o...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [11]

"Why can't I touch this underworld emissary?"

"Of course, you can't! It's an underworld emissary!" Hu Tao stated matter-of-factly.

"Then why can you?"

"Because it's under my command!" Hu Tao wiggled her fingers, drawing attention to the ring she wore. The ring was like a string wrapped tightly around her finger, firmly tethering the little ghost by its tail.

"…" Jiang ...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [10]

Only when a god was truly woven into the fabric of people’s daily lives would worship no longer be confined to grand rituals. A simple prayer before a meal, a quiet blessing before sleep—these gestures spoke of faith and reverence.

A devotion that resided in the heart rather than being displayed through elaborate offerings.

How interesting.

Jiang Bai found this ki...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [9]

As everyone knew, only the dead needed to be buried. But from the way they talked about Qiqi, she sounded like someone who was… alive.

Unless… she was an undead?

The term zombie suddenly popped into Jiang Bai’s mind.

So this Qiqi person was, more likely than not, a zombie.

This world was even stranger than he had imagined—there were actuall...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [8]

After a long wait, it was finally their turn.

Hu Tao hopped off the bench and strode into the consultation room with Jiang Bai in tow.

Inside, Jiang Bai immediately noticed a man with green hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

He had already seen quite a variety of hair colors in just one day, but green was definitely a first. It made him take an extra glance out of sheer curiosity.<...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [7]

If Jiang Bai had known what Hu Tao was thinking, he would have definitely pestered her to tell him more about Mister Zhongli’s story.

But it didn’t really matter—so long as he stayed at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he would learn all about Zhongli’s deeds soon enough.

The distance from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to Bubu Pharmacy wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t exactly close eit...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [6]

Late at night, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was silent.

Jiang Bai lay in the coffin, still clothed, feeling an odd sense of novelty.

The coffin was actually quite spacious. Even after lying down, there was still about a fist’s worth of space on either side of him, and he could stretch his legs out fully. The lid, which he had kicked off earlier during the day, was still in perfect con...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [5]

Hu Tao cleared her throat, then announced in a solemn yet enthusiastic tone,

"Jiang Bai! From now on, you are the very first member of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s ‘Returning to One’s Roots’ division!"

Jiang Bai tilted his head.

Standing on a nearby stone, Hu Tao threw an arm around his shoulder and dramatically gestured toward the horizon.

"Soon, the...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [4]

Twisting and turning through the city streets, the group soon arrived at a quieter, more secluded part of Liyue.

Unlike the bustling shops and stalls of the main marketplace, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was tucked away in a remote corner. If one wasn’t specifically looking for it, they might never even notice it was there.

The pallbearers carrying the coffin headed toward the back en...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [3]

Hu Tao wasn’t fooled by Jiang Bai’s sudden air of loneliness. Instead, she just stared at him in surprise.

"Do you even know what we do? And you still want to follow me? What if we were some shady underground organization that specializes in sending people to the afterlife?"

"I know," Jiang Bai nodded. "These guys just told me."

Admittedly, Wangsheng Funeral Parlo...