Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality Chapter 20 (Part 2)
TLed by Serena Love
Edited by Liya
Chapter 20 (2) Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup
In Zhiqiong Peak, currently there were a total of thirty-nine disciples.
Since their master, Elder Mu, disappeared, Zhiqiong Peak lost a Nascent Soul cultivator's protection and cultivation guidance. Therefore, many disciples had already left or moved to other peaks.if you are reading this on a site other than puretl(.)com then this chapter has been stolen
The seven core disciples, like Wei Zhao and Lu Yizhou, were all orphans or injured children picked up by Elder Mu back then. They regarded him as their savior and were grateful and revered him. Hence, they would not leave the peak.
The remaining thirty-two people were disciples whom their eldest senior brother, Xiao Muge, had picked up. They were all still at the Qi Refining level. Most of them were not qualified enough, so when they were admitted to the inner sect, no other peaks wanted them. So they stayed under Zhiqiong Peak.
Thus, they were also grateful and willing to stay in Zhiqiong Peak, but their cultivation base was low. They couldn't help much in the big competition.
Hang Wan'er called them back and most of them came back in time.
"Fourth Senior Brother, who is in the middle stage of Foundation Building, is in retreat. Fifth Senior Brother, who is in the early stage of Foundation Building, has not returned yet. He sent a jade slip and said that he would arrive in six days. There are three people above the seventh stage of Qi Refining and the rest are all below the seventh stage. Among them, there are four who have not returned yet."
"From thirty-nine people, we are missing six."
Su Yu hummed and immediately pointed to a cast iron pot about half a person's height on the stove. "You take this Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup* and share it with everyone. If it's not enough, just wash the pot and return it to me. I'll ask your sixth senior brother to buy some more mushrooms."
Hang Wan'er's pretty face was startled, "I'm here because of this, Second Senior Sister?"
"Yes. The sun is about to set. What else can we do?" Su Yu couldn't think of anything other than distributing staff meals to boost the army's morale at this time.
Hang Wan'er smiled bitterly. "I thought Second Senior Sister would gather everyone and give us some tips on swordsmanship. When Sixth Senior Brother returned from Wanjian Mountain, he said that your understanding of swordsmanship is superb and your attainments are second only to Eldest Senior Brother. The junior brothers and sisters didn't believe it and didn't even dare to ask Second Senior Sister."
Su Yu: "..."
That kid, Yan Yan, even made things up for her.
"For sword training, let them find the elders of sword mountains. I don't care," Su Yu said while asking Hang Wan'er to add dust avoidance and heat preservation spells to the cast iron pot. "I'm just taking care of your meals."
Hang Wan'er was helpless. Ever since she came back from challenging Qian Qingqiu that day, Second Senior Sister had been working in her small kitchen every day. She seemed to have fallen in love with cooking.
Thinking of the Five Immortal Ropes and Hooves Flower pill refined by Second Senior Sister, she did not dare to question her.
"Second Senior Sister, I'll go right now."
Su Yu nodded and immediately sat back arbitrarily on the reclining chair in the small kitchen, then closed her eyes to rest.
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"Sixth Senior Brother, you said that Second Senior Sister is very skilled in swordsmanship and she was once a genius. So will she be part of the team for the competition this time?"
"In the big competition, it will be five against five. We only have four people in the Foundation Building level. There is still one person missing!"
"Really? Let Second Senior Sister come? Can she do it? Sixth Senior Brother, please give me a chance. I'm at the eighth stage of Qi Refining anyway. I... I think I'm stronger than Second Senior Sister who is at the fifth stage."
"What, she's at the seventh stage? That's still one stage lower than me."
"I'm hard working. Unlike... Second Senior Sister. I have never seen her practice swordsmanship."
In the sword forest of Zhiqiong Peak, a group of junior brothers and sisters chatted around Yan Yan.
Yan Yan, who had two swords pinned to his waist, returned from Wanjian Mountain after ten days. He just stepped into the third level of Guiyi Swordsmanship.
When he stood in the forest at this moment, his aura was sharp. After listening to the questions raised by this group of juniors, he felt a sea of pain.
When he returned to tell his third senior brother about his breakthrough, he talked about his second senior sister's swordsmanship talent. Unexpectedly, Hang Wan'er spread this matter around and now everyone on the peak knew about it. Now, wherever he went, his junior brothers and sisters came to ask him about Second Senior Sister’s swordsmanship, which was very annoying.
"If you want to know her strength, you can have a test with her." Yan Yan frowned.
The group of disciples hissed back.
They dare not. She had never been good to them and they still wanted to spar with her? Wouldn't that mean that they would be beaten until bloody? Was it possible to blame the stick then!
Even the blue-robed eighth-stage Qi Refining disciple, who was as strong as a cow and who stood at the front of the group, was sweating on his forehead and shrank back. "Talking to her is scarier than fighting against a Golden Core."
"Little Sixteen, what are you talking about!"
Hang Wan'er landed from the sky, carrying a big iron pot and slammed it to the ground indignantly. She pointed at him and scolded him while standing akimbo, "It's been a long time since you saw Second Senior Sister and you just slandered her behind her back? Have the guts. Go and say it in front of Second Senior Sister! (Gagging)—"
Yan Yan's expression was complicated.
Seventh Junior Sister felt sick when she saw male sword cultivators. How could she fight in the great competition arena?
Just as he was about to speak, he was cut by Hang Wan'er's reprimand, "Second Senior Sister has worked hard to cook soup for you, but you are very good. You are not practicing for the competition and are still playing here! Come here, pour the soup one by one and drink it all. Then immediately go to Yuqiong Peak to listen to the qin song and practice!"
All the disciples took a step back.
'Second Senior Sister... cook soup for us?'
They all shivered when they recalled her gloomy and depressed face in the past. Since when did she do things for them?
'Are you sure this soup is drinkable?'
"Seventh Senior Sister, I've already taken a Bigu Pill."
"Yes! Me too..."
"Yeah, me too."
Slap!
The Five Immortal Ropes around Hang Wan'er's waist were whipped on the ground. On the spot, the brown soil where they were standing, cracked in circles!
"What did you say? Speak louder."
A group of Qi Refining disciples: ...
Yan Yan smiled bitterly. "I'll get it first. Do you have my share?"
Hang Waner hummed angrily, "Of course."
She took out the bowls and utensils from her bag and distributed them to the crowd. She also kept a porcelain bowl in her hand.
If it wasn't for worrying about everyone's food and clothing costs, with Second Senior Sister's talent, she would already be the best alchemist in Nanxun. How could she be confined to Zhiqiong Peak's small kitchen?
Hang Wan'er sighed.
Whilst feeling sad, she opened the soup pot's lid. A savory, delicious gamey scent rushed into her nostrils making her sadness disappear.
This rich aroma seemed to be born in the depths of the secret realm, which had hundreds of climbing vines. These vines and leaves were constantly floating in the wind, stroking the tip of her nose and lips. It made her take a deep breath and almost became intoxicated.
At this moment, the pores all over her body opened comfortably and her dantian trembled lightly.
Within a few breaths, the strong fragrance of this domineering scent had spread from the soup pot to the entire forest!
All the disciples, who were reluctant while holding their porcelain bowls, couldn't help but become surprised.
"This...was it cooked by Second Senior Sister?"
Zhao Ran, the most sturdy-looking sword cultivator, ranked sixteenth, couldn't help but wipe his mouth. Fortunately, he didn't touch anything wet.if you are reading this on a site other than puretl(.)com then this chapter has been stolen
Holding the bowl, he subconsciously took two steps towards the pot.
"What's the hurry? All of you, come one by one." Hang Wan'er also suppressed her craving, thinking that she was already fasting. She quickly repressed the greed that she wanted to enjoy the whole pot of soup alone. She distributed the soup to Yan Yan and the rest of the disciples in order. Each person got a ladleful into their empty bowl.
The soup that was scooped out was as clear as a mountain spring, but upon closer inspection, its color was like gold dust had been dissolved in the sunlight. There were a lot of golden-colored oily beads floating in the soup. This oil bead landed on the bottom of the white porcelain bowl and swayed gently when the heat rose, which was really beautiful.
Bursts of saliva came out in all of the disciples' mouths.
"Senior Sister, what about me? I don't have a bowl!" The disciple who was previously happy because they ran out bowls when they were distributing the utensils, was about to cry when he saw his fellow disciples now.
"Didn't you just say that you have taken Bigu Pill?"
"! Senior Sister... I was wrong..."
Hang Wan'er snorted and gave him her bowl, "Drink it first and then wash it with spiritual water. I don't have a spare."
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud swallowing sound sounded in the forest.
Everyone immediately looked at Zhao Ran, the disciple who ranked sixteenth and had a burly physique. They saw that he eagerly picked up his bowl and swallowed the soup whole. The pale golden liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Soon his body stiffened and he let out a long, comfortable sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his sea of consciousness. Then, his expression changed drastically and he suddenly raised his sword. The sword flicked a drop of soup that was about to drip onto his robe in time and shot it into his mouth again.
'Not a single drop should fall.'
The corners of the disciples' mouths twitched.
"It's unbearable, Little Sixteen."
"I saw Brother Sixteen taking two Bigu Pills earlier!"
"Brother Sixteen, we are immortal cultivators, after all. Why are you doing this?"
The rest also curiously picked up the bowl in their hands and tasted the soup.
As a result, the moment their lips touched the edge of the bowl, they all stopped talking.
There was an extremely abundant spiritual energy mixed between the fascinating aroma. When they inhaled it, they actually felt that their dantian trembled.
They hurriedly raised their arms high, raising the arc of the bowl.
The warm golden liquid flowed smoothly from the tips of their teeth and through their throats. The delicious mushrooms seemed to have grown for more than a hundred years, permeating the strong vitality that the spring breeze could not blow away.
After leaving a mellow and salty fragrance on the tip of the tongue, the umami taste of century-old mushrooms came in like a surging wave. Finally, it left a trace of moisturizing and sweet aftertaste, along with the aroma and heat, flowing through their two veins and directly sinking into their dantians.
Before the bowls were put down, the meridians within their bodies were already flowing fast and their dantian was hot.
The swords in their hands nearly fell to the ground.
A steady stream of spiritual energy poured into their meridians one after another. The speed at which their dantian absorbed spiritual energy was at least five times faster than normal meditation!
"Seventh Senior Sister, I... Did the qi in our sword forest become tractable?"
The sword forest in Zhiqiong Peak was filled with the powerful sword aura left by their eldest senior brother, Xiao Muge, and other disciples' daily sword practice. The sword qi caused the aura in the surrounding area to be very sharp.
Even if they were sword cultivators, it was extremely difficult to absorb spiritual energy in this sword forest. At most, they could only absorb three or four out of ten.
But now... they all felt that this spiritual energy was obedient and they could absorb it however much they want!
All the disciples turned red all over. They almost wanted to bow their heads and lick the soup bowl that was already empty in their hands.
'What kind of soup is this?'
'No, how is this soup? This is clearly a diluted Spirit Gathering Powder!'
It had a delicious taste and domineering energy. The speed of their cultivation was accelerated. They had only read about it in the description of the Spirit Gathering Powder at the sect exchange office!
Hang Wan'er was dumbfounded. 'Spirit Gathering Powder?'
"Seventh Senior Sister, this Spirit Gathering Powder was so easy to use. No wonder you need a thousand spirit stones for a bottle. Hey, I was never willing to buy before. Tomorrow, I'll go to the exchange office to buy a bottle!"
"No wonder the cultivation speed of first-class peaks and second-class peaks is so fast."
"Yes, when I take this diluted powder, I also feel that I have an extraordinary talent and become a wizard of cultivation! I feel that if I continue to take it, I will be able to refine the ninth stage of Qi Refining next month!"
"I have always been slow. But I felt the unimpeded surging sense of spiritual energy for the first time."
One by one, their eyes glowed.
Soon, the sixteenth junior brother, Zhao Ran, who was the first to drink the soup, finally came to his senses. He was excited and surprised, "I didn't expect Second Senior Sister to be willing to give us so much Spirit Gathering Powder. How many spirit stones does this big pot cost? "
As soon as he said that, all the disciples were stunned and shame flashed on their faces.
Just now, they didn't want to drink her soup and questioned her behind her back. In the end, they received her favor.
"This single bowl, at least three hundred spirit stones!"
"Then this pot is probably five thousand spirit stones, right?"
The junior brothers and sisters speculated excitedly.
Hang Wan'er listened and a hint of surprise overflowed on her pretty face. It turned out that Second Senior Sister had been concocting alchemy in the small kitchen these days. She had been painstakingly researching the cultivation problems of all the disciples of Zhiqiong Peak!
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A group of junior brothers and sisters: "Huh?"
Hang Wan'er took out a jade bottle from her spatial storage bag with a strange expression. This jade bottle was the compensation that Qian Qingqiu gave when he was lost to her. This bottle of Spirit Gathering Powder was from the sect exchange office. She opened the jade cover and showed it to Zhao Ran and others.
"When Spirit Gathering Powder is diluted in water, it is colorless and odorless."
The disciples took a look and saw that the powder in the jade bottle was golden, but there was not even a strange scent.
After carefully feeling the spiritual energy from it, Zhao Ran immediately felt a little disgusted. "I feel that this spiritual energy is not as rich as the soup given by Second Senior Sister."
The other disciples nodded.
Hang Wan'er inhaled. "Did you just say that after taking this soup, your training speed has increased by four or five times?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I finally know what it's like to be gifted!"
Everyone babbled.
Hang Wan'er immediately turned her fair face towards the direction of the small kitchen in the backyard with admiration. In her mind, she visualized Su Yu who stood with her hands behind her back and was dressed in a ginger-yellow dress. She was very dazzling.
"If you take some Spirit Gathering Powder, the training speed of someone in the Foundation Building level will increase by about 20%. It will increase by about 40% in the Qi Refining level." Hang Wan'er had been taking some Spirit Gathering Powder for three days, so she had a deep understanding.
"??"
Spirit Gathering Powder could only increase cultivation speed by 40%? That bowl of golden soup just now made them at least five times faster to cultivate!
The whole bamboo forest fell silent.
This soup was really not the same thing as the Spirit Gathering Powder. It was much stronger than that!
Yan Yan also put down the empty bowl in his hand, "Did she say the name of this elixir powder?"
Hang Wan'er's red lips parted slightly, "...It seems to be called Eight Treasures Mushroom... Soup."
'Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup powder!'
All the junior brothers and sisters looked fascinated. Just hearing the name, it was really like a Spirit Gathering Powder.
After a while, a disciple with a good memory said, "Seventh Senior Sister, I remember you just said that Second Senior Sister made this soup. Do you mean, Second Senior Sister melted the powder in the water herself?"
Hang Wan'er took a deep breath, "No."
"Listen, what I'm about to say is unbelievable, but every word is true."
All the junior brothers and sisters: "?"
Hang Wan'er looked at the small kitchen reverently, "She made it. Our second senior sister refined this Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup elixir."
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A group of people gasped, held their bowls tight and stepped back.
Although their time at the peak was not as long as the core disciples of Zhiqiong Peak, they all knew the situation of their Second Senior Sister.
'How could she do alchemy?'
'Isn't she a sword cultivator? Didn't her spiritual roots mutate into five, and she became a cultivator with low aptitude!'
'Why did she suddenly concoct pills and how did she even make an elixir that is even better than the sect's Spirit Gathering Powder!'
"What Seventh Senior Sister said is really scary."
"Brother Sixteen, am I dreaming? Can you pinch me?"
"Don't make trouble. I'm in a dream too."
Hang Wan'er: "..."
She sternly said, "Second Senior Sister is working hard for us now. Don't hurt her heart anymore. Cultivate well in the future and treat her with more respect."
Yan Yan stood aside and was expressionless, but there was a bit of moving approval in his cat-like eyes.
Her words made all the junior brothers and sisters reflect for a long time.
Their thoughts were disordered, but the deliciousness of the mushroom soup remained between their lips and teeth.
They exercised the spiritual energy in their body quickly and smoothly, just like stepping on the clouds with one foot.
They thought that when their Eldest Senior Brother went missing, they all became humble disciples with no one to protect them.
Their third-class peak exist in name only.
Unexpectedly, their Second Senior Sister actually refined such an elixir for them to take.
Wasn't this better than the treatment of first and second-class peaks' disciples?
Everyone was moved.
"I... I shouldn't have been talking about Second Senior Sister behind her back."
"Seventh Senior Sister, I was wrong."
"Seventh Senior Sister is right. I'll go to Yuqiong Peak and refine this Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup elixir!"
"Yes, so will I. I'll step up to Yuqiong Peak to listen to the qin practice. I don't know if the acceleration effect can be maintained for a few days. Thank you, Second Senior Sister, for giving me the elixir."
"Sixth Senior Brother, if Second Senior Sister wants any more spiritual materials, tell me. I will go to the exchange office to buy it for her next time." The sixteenth junior brother, a sword cultivator who was in charge of running errands for Yan Yan and Su Yu, took the initiative to undertake the task. After he finished speaking, he hurried to Yuqiong Peak.
In no time, everyone went to practice!
Hang Wan'er was full of relief.
Since their eldest senior brother had disappeared, these junior brothers and sisters have not spoken much. In fact, their hearts had been corrupted. They lost a major pillar and there had not been any motivation for everyone to forge ahead for Zhiqiong Peak for a long time.
She clenched her fists. "Sixth Senior Brother, I suddenly feel that I have a far-reaching vision. This time, we may be able to advance into second-class peak qualification!"
Yan Yan's brows and feet twitched. He silently put his right hand on the spirit sword around his waist. "Then you should break through to the middle stage of Foundation Building as soon as possible."
Hang Wan'er snorted, "Sixth Senior Brother too. Sixth Senior Brother must not lose to me. (Gagging)"
Yan Yan: "..."
'I don't know if Second Senior Sister has any medicine for her.'
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At Yuqiong Peak.
After Qian Qingqiu finished the song, he looked around.
He stood up and walked to Lin Zhen who was sitting in the small pavilion by the water. With disappointment that iron doesn't become steel, he said, "You deserted again?"
Lin Zhen, who was practicing: "?"
Qian Qingqiu looked to the edge of the rockery where a group of disciples from Zhiqiong Peak were temporarily practicing. "The Qi Refining sword cultivators of Zhiqiong Peak can stir up the world's spiritual energy faster than you can, someone in the middle stage of Foundation Building. How dare you say that you are not lazy?"
Lin Zhen: ...
"Extra practice for two hours a day."
Lin Zhen: "!"
'Injustice!'
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Within the Nanxun faction, one hundred and eight peaks were busy everywhere. All the disciples of the peaks were preparing for the competition.
When bitter Winter Osmanthus bloomed, it was finally time for the first round of the competition—the third-class peak challenge.
Any peak who wanted to challenge a third-class peak could send a challenge letter within three days. Three days later, on the Battle Tower in the center of Nanxun, there would be twelve arenas guarded by the elders of the Nanxun's Precept Hall.
Each arena was for each third-class peak. If they lose, they must submit their third-class qualification to the winner.
The challenges for the twelve third-class peaks were all announced on the task board in front of the tower.
It was available for everyone to see at any time.
"A total of 58 peaks have challenged us... I knew they were taking advantage."
A blue-robed disciple was standing on a flying wooden boat. He was wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a suitcase. He cursed after glancing at this announcement.
"Zhiqiong Peak is definitely not going to last."
"Haha, I wonder if they had taken the spirit stone allowance for the third-class peak this year? After the competition, it will not be theirs."
The blue-robed disciple's face became ugly.
A female cultivator beside him comfortably pressed his shoulder.
"It's okay, Dong Lang. I have already sent a jade slip to my senior brother. If your Zhiqiong Peak loses your third-class qualification, we can just live together on Yuqiong Peak. Our second-class peak has better resources than you."
The male cultivator in the blue robe and bamboo hat immediately nodded as if he were a chicken pecking at rice.
"Yingying, thank you. I'll go back to the peak to tell my brothers and sisters."
It didn't take long for the blue-robed bamboo hat male cultivator to control the flying boat under his feet and land on the top of Zhiqiong Peak.
He saw Wei Zhao in a wheelchair from a distance, with Hang Wan'er in red next to him. They were standing side by side with a female cultivator in a yellow dress whom he could only see her back.
"Third Senior Brother, Seventh Junior Sister, I'm back!"
He took off his hat, revealing a handsome face with red lips and white teeth. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes full of amorous feelings.
"I will tell you the good news. It doesn't matter if we lose tomorrow. We can all move to the second-class Yuqiong Peak. I have agreed with Yingying. Yuqiong Peak is full of spiritual energy and there are only thirty-nine of us. There is no problem."
Wei Zhao and Hang Wan'er were startled.
Su Yu, who was standing beside them, finally looked away from the thriving spirit chickens in the coop. She turned to look at the very handsome and tall male practitioner in front of her.
A line of ink floated faintly from the letter in the storage bag around her waist.
[Fifth Junior Brother, Yu Dong, was originally a tool refiner. However, in recent years, he has always wanted to join his wife's family and has given up on himself. After Master's disappearance, he deeply felt that it was useless to cultivate until the Nascent Soul level and that cultivating immortality was a dead end. I am afraid that he will go astray. When his lifespan is exhausted, he will blame his mistake on others and it will be too late to regret it.]
After Su Yu finished reading this note, her eyebrows and feet twitched.
Master Su's back kitchen never fed idle people. It was even worse for people who eat soft rice like this.
"Wei Zhao, is this my unsatisfactory fifth junior brother?" Su Yu's red lips parted lightly.
Yu Dong: "!?"
"Why am I unsatisfactory?" Yu Dong was not angry. His handsome face chuckled lightly. "I was running around for Zhiqiong Peak outside. Compared to me, Second Senior Sister was in the room all day and didn't see anyone. How can you find a place full of spiritual energy for your junior brothers and sisters to practice."
'If you talk about people who won't live up to expectations, Second Senior Sister is the first in Zhiqiong Peak.'
'Fortunately, Third Senior Brother can distinguish right from wrong and preside over this situation. Although Seventh Junior Sister hates male cultivators, she is also usually fair.'
Yu Dong continued to ask with a smile, "I'm more useful than Second Senior Sister. Third Senior Brother, Seventh Junior Sister, don't you think so?"
"You—you bastard!" Hang Wan'er wanted to slap him at once, "Second Senior Sister's huge achievements can also be comparable to you?"
Yu Dong: "!?"
Wei Zhao also frowned. "Fifth Junior Brother, how many days have you been late? Tomorrow is the big competition, but you only return today. You also offend Second Senior Sister as soon as you come back. It will be fine if you admit your mistake. You will be fined for copying two volumes of the Nanxun Gate Regulations."
Yu Dong did not believe it.
He finally finished arranging the future of Zhiqiong Peak. What was he rushing back now for? Could't he even be compared with this uncertain Second Senior Sister?
They even helped her teach him a lesson?
'Third Senior Brother, you have changed! Seventh Junior Sister, why are you like this?'
He looked at the two in disappointment and sorrow. Suddenly, a jade slip flew down in the air.
Yu Dong recognized the mark of Yuqiong Peak. With a smile on his face, "Third Senior Brother, I'll read it to you."
[As soon as I returned to Yuqiong Peak, I heard from my senior brother that we are allies with your Zhiqiong Peak. Your junior brothers and sisters have been cultivating in my Yuqiong Peak for many days. Our two peaks have been close to each other and work together toward the goal of a first-class peak. Why did you ask me about relocating and seeking refuge?]
Yu Dong: "!?"
Su Yu didn't even look at this salted fish soft rice guy and waved to Wei Zhao, "Tell him everything. I'm going to rest."
[T/N: Salted fish = A lazy person who only wants to lie down. Soft rice = A man who is financially supported by a woman.]
If he became worse, she won't be polite.
In Master Su's kitchen, she would never let a lazy guy near the stove!
After Su Yu finished speaking, she left with her hands behind her back.
"Hey, Fifth Senior Brother, no matter how ignorant you are, don't make Second Senior Sister angry. For the big competition, I will let Sixteenth go in the first round. It just happens that the big guy can be used." Hang Wan'er sighed with emotion.
Yu Dong: "??"
When he left, didn't that kid only reach the eighth stage of Qi refining?
Wei Zhao smiled wryly, "Fifth Junior Brother, go and copy the sect rules first and reflect on it overnight. Tomorrow is the big competition. It is too late for you to cultivate. But from now on, follow the instructions of Second Senior Sister and don't act recklessly."
Yu Dong took a step back and his eyes were full of trauma.
Zhiqiong Peak... He couldn't even recognize it now. How did it get to this point?
Listening to her command, wouldn't that be more self-deprecating than what he did!
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By the next day, Yu Dong had copied the sect's rules after staying up all night. He had drunk some spirit tea, so he was not too tired.
When he walked out of the discipline room set up by his senior brother, he saw the leader seat of Zhiqiong Peak. At this moment, all the disciples stood in front of Su Yu.
Su Yu was beside Wei Zhao, who was in a wheelchair. He was speaking on her behalf.
"Today's first game, according to the order of the challenge, is Changying Peak which has no rank. Their highest level is in the early stage of the Golden Core level. We will try to win as quickly as possible, entangle the opponent's Golden Core disciple and defeat the remaining four Foundation Building disciples quickly."
Yu Dong frowned.
The first battle was a tough one. Just considering the enemy's four Foundation Building disciples, it was difficult for them to win five against four, not to mention their early stage of Golden Core disciple.
He was not good at fighting and his fourth senior brother was not good at attacking with the qin art. After thinking about it, only Sixth Senior Brother can use a sword.
How could they win?
Wei Zhao quickly finished allocating the team. "Seventh Junior Sister, you are in charge of the Golden Core disciple. Sixth Junior Brother, the remaining four are handed over to you. Let's go, let's go!"
Yu Dong: "???"
Was this Arabian Nights fantasy? Maybe Third Senior Brother was injured in his Golden Core, so the whole person became confused?
"Third Senior Brother," he hurriedly caught up, "What about me?"
Yan Yan glanced at him and said nothing.
Wei Zhao lowered his head and pondered, "You, we won't be able to use you for the time being. For now, you just make up the number in the ring and wait for an opportunity."
Yu Dong: ...
Hang Wan'er followed Su Yu, holding a big white porcelain bowl.
After Su Yu nodded to her, she immediately took a pair of chopsticks to distribute ten pieces of cherry-pink plum blossom-shaped small objects to each person who was going to battle. They were placed on the empty plate that they voluntarily took out.
"You can take it. Just in case you run out of spiritual energy."
Yu Dong was stunned.
Hang Wan'er simply gave him the rest of the bowl, "Take it. Don't break it, or Second Senior Sister will be angry."
Yu Dong was stunned and was about to speak when a faint plum fragrance hit him.
Just after breathing it in, he felt that his sea of knowledge, which had not slept all night, was instantly awake.
[T/N: Eight Treasures Mushroom Soup is just chicken & mushroom soup with seven types of mushrooms, including hime-matsutake, chanterelles, tea tree mushrooms, bamboo fungus, cordyceps flowers, oyster mushroom, king oyster mushrooms, and also red dates to make up the 'treasures' to eight.]
Here’s a video of something similar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orwMW-M3FTk&feature=emb_imp_woyt
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