Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Lu Yang and the other two quietly withdrew their gazes, trying to make themselves less noticeable.

Seeing the murderous look on the five Senior Brothers’ faces, it seemed they were ready to kill to silence the matter.

“Speaking of which, would you like to guess what goodies I ordered for you? They are certainly all your favorites,” Meng Jingzhou said softly, afraid to draw the attention of the five Senior Brothers who were devouring their dishes.

Lu Yang was utterly perplexed. How would Meng Jingzhou know what he liked to eat?

“How do you know what Senior Brother Ln likes to eat?” Tao Yaoye asked in an even lower voice.

Meng Jingzhou gave a thumbs up, revealing a dazzling smile with eight teeth standing out, “I specifically asked Eldest Senior Sister.”

Lu Yang immediately had a bad feeling about this.

“Here comes the Stewed Tofu!¹¹

“Freshly made Tofu Pudding!”

“Scallion Tossed Tofu.”

“MapoTofu.”

The waiter announced the dishes and brought them over, laying out an entire banquet of tofu dishes that mesmerized Lu Yang. Even Tao Yaoye, who wasn’t particularly fond of tofu, was tempted to have a full meal after smelling the aroma.

With every dish called out, Lu Yang’s face turned a shade paler.

Meng Jingzhou was rather self-satisfied, “Eldest Senior Sister said that you haven’ t eaten anything but tofu for a while, having it for every meal, even dreaming about ‘Tofu Supreme’.”

“So I figured you must really like tofu.”

“Don’t feel too touched. My family told me that when you invite someone for a meal, you should find out what they like. It shows sincerity. I don’t always agree with my family’s views, but this one, I do believe in.”

“I came to the Hundred Fragrance Building to order this tofu feast specifically for you. Don’t underestimate these dishes. They seem ordinary, but they are all made from top-quality soybeans, served with high-quality spiritual herbs that have been aged for years. Even the water used is pure water melted from the essence of the icy northern lands…”

Lu Yang’s face suddenly turned paler than the tofu itself.

What on earth did you find out about my preferences!

After the guests left the Hundred Fragrance Building, bellies full and satisfied the waiter quickly cleaned up the tables and chairs, putting everything back in its place. Then, he remembered Lu Yang’s question.

If you’ve taken a fasting pill, does it count as eating or fasting?

This seemingly simple question was actually a philosophical riddle. The more he thought about it, the more profound it seemed.

The new disciples being recruited this year seem to possess high comprehension skills. They’re sure to achieve great things in the future! “Hey, cook, I have a question for you,” the waiter came into the kitchen, proposing the question to the butcher.

The kitchen was scorching, with waves of heat rolling over. For someone at the Qi Refinement stage, even a slight accident could result in severe burns or even death, leaving nothing but a skeleton behind.

To cook spiritual plants and heavenly delicacies, ordinary fire is not sufficient At a minimum, flames refined by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator are required, and such flames are naturally terrifyingly powerful.

The waiter, however, was oblivious to the terrifying heat in the kitchen. He casually fanned himself with the towel on his shoulder, and the high temperature disappeared instantly, replaced by a sense of coolness.

“What’s up? Want to learn how to butcher pigs?”

The waiter glared, “why would 1 learn that? I’ve come up with a philosophical question related to cooking. Let’s see how you answer it.”

The cook, who was busy cleaning the stove, laughed, tossed his brush aside, and crossed his legs, “Go on, ask.”

“If you take a fasting pill, does that count as having a meal or fasting?” The cook smirked, was ready to answer without thinking, then found himself speechless.

Right, does it count as having a meal or fasting?

The cook looked at the waiter suspiciously, “That doesn’t seem right Your intelligence is well known. How could you come up with such a question with your IQ?”

The waiter shouted angrily, “Watch how you talk, butcher!”

“So, was the question your idea?”

“No.”

After discussing it, the two agreed it was premature to use their brains to ponder this question, so they decided to put it forward to the house mistress. Aroma of the tea was swirling in the air, forming rows of cryptic characters profound and mysterious. The house mistress was pouring and warming the tea… Her movements were graceful and fluid, pleasant to the eye.

The house mistress was a noble and elegant lady with a fair and rejuvenating complexion, and a faint star pattern on her forehead.

She looked helplessly at the waiter and the cook, thinking they clearly had too little work to do if they had time to contemplate such trivial matters.

“Don’t let the name ‘fasting pill’ deceive you. Its function is not to fast, but to slowly dissolve the food that’s been refined into a pill in your stomach. This is how it provides sustenance over a long period of time.”

“A fasting pill is essentially food.”

“Understand?”

The cook pondered, “I see. So, the Pill Masters who refine fasting pills are actually my peers.”

The waiter sneered, tauntingly said, “Don’t flatter yourself. At best, you’re peers with the juniors who stoke the fire.”

The cook was furious, picked up his butcher’s knife, and lunged at the waiter. But, the waiter was hardly a pushover. He whipped the towel from his shoulder harshly, which rattled with the sound of metal collision before transforming into a large white iron rod in an instant.

One of them brandishing the knife and the other wielding a stick, the two started wrestling, resembling thugs in a street brawl. Seeing the spectacle the house mistress couldn’t help but sigh. If only these two weren’t so affordable, they wouldn’t be working here in the first place.

The house mistress simply blew a breath infused with the tea’s fragrance, which engulfed both of them, momentarily losing their senses. By the time they regained their bearings, they found themselves on the ground floor.

The mistress’s voice echoed in their ears, sounding mildly annoyed, “You can fight downstairs. If you damage anything, it’ll get deducted from your wages.”

Lu Yang wasn’t aware of the events that unfolded within the Hundred Fragrance Building after they left. When he arrived back at Sky Gate Mountain after his Foundation Establishment Feast, his face was as pale as if he had been dead for three days.

Eldest Senior Sister, dressed in an indigo dress with a simple Daoist ornament in her hair, was sitting cross-legged hovering three feet above the ground absorbed in her meditation. She was like a transcendental fairy, untouched by the burdens of the human realm.

As Yun Zhi slowly opened her eyes, she seemed to hold a thousand worlds within them, sparkling like the night sky. Dismissing it as a hallucination, Lu Yang rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, Yun Zhi was merely observing him with a calm expression, the dazzling spectacle in her eyes nowhere to be seen.

An illusion?

“Why is your face so pale?” she asked.

Lu Yang begrudgingly replied, “You know exactly why! Meng Jingzhou used the fact you told him that I lived mainly on tofu for a period once as the reason to invite me to an all-tofu banquet to celebrate my Foundation Establishment.” Lu Yang suspected that his dear eldest senior sister had a hand in this prank. “When Meng Jingzhou asked me what you usually ate the most, I remembered that you ate several jars of tofu when you were practicing your skills. I simply told him the truth. Is there a problem with that?”

“What about ‘Tofu Supreme’…”

Before Lu Yang could finish his sentence, Yun Zhi addressed him in her usual monotone voice, “You shouted ‘Tofu Supreme’ while dreaming about receiving a legacy. I merely reported it.”

Lu Yang silently looked into Yun Zhi’s eyes, which were devoid of desire and seemingly innocent. He reluctantly admitted defeat.

He always suspected that his eldest senior sister was messing with him, but he had no evidence to prove it.