Wen Yuzhao was utterly dejected, sitting in the kitchen like a frostbitten eggplant, completely wilted.
Yesterday, his junior sister had asked him to make a dish called “luosifen.”
He had never even heard of it and had no idea how to make it.
His junior sister gave him two disappointed glances, then left heartbroken, her steps lacking their usual bounce.
Wen Yuzhao’s doting heart shattered into pieces.
He went to the Archives Pavilion at Sumptuous Peak and searched for three days and three nights, but couldn’t find any mention of a dish called luosifen.
“Sigh…” Wen Yuzhao scratched his head in frustration. “I’m really useless.”
“Second Senior Brother!” came the sound of hurried footsteps.
Whoever it was sounded urgent.
Jiang Bingbing rushed in, panting heavily, bending over with her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I want to borrow your kitchen!”
“O-okay.”
Wen Yuzhao asked, “Do you need my help, Junior Sister?”
“No problem, I can do it myself!” Jiang Bingbing smiled innocently, her chubby little hands pushing Wen Yuzhao out. “Senior Brother, you go out now!”
If you stay inside, you definitely won’t let me make it.
Wen Yuzhao left with a mix of doubt and trust, but not before reminding her, “Call me if you need anything, Junior Sister.”
“Okay, okay!”
Without another word, Jiang Bingbing rolled up her sleeves and got to work.
She pulled out the luosifen ingredients she had gathered from Sumptuous Peak over the past few days from her Storage Bag.
After working for a while.
That familiar, wonderful, stinky yet fragrant aroma wafted leisurely from the pot.
“Mmm~” Jiang Bingbing wore an intoxicated expression. “What an enchanting smell~”
“Oh my god, Jiang Bingbing, are you cooking poop in there?”
Zhuge Tienan yelled from outside, pinching his nose. “Why does it smell so bad? Is anyone there?”
Jiang Bingbing: “…”
Zhuge Tienan’s booming shout.
Summoned everyone from Jade Immortal Peak.
Immortal Lord Qingxue was the last to arrive. Standing far outside the door, he asked Liu Zheng with a pale face.
“It smells awful. Did your junior sister fall into the manure pit again?”
Jiang Bingbing: She heard that!
Master, you’re exaggerating a bit.
“I didn’t fall into the manure pit!”
“Hehe~ I’m here to treat all of you~”
Jiang Bingbing cheerfully carried out two steaming bowls of luosifen.
Everyone in the courtyard jumped out as if they’d seen a ghost.
She was speechless.
Since you won’t eat it, I’ll enjoy it myself.
Jiang Bingbing picked up a mouthful with her chopsticks, slurping it down smoothly, and closed her eyes in bliss.
Outside the courtyard.
Immortal Lord Qingxue and the other four looked at Jiang Bingbing with pitying eyes. How could this child like eating poop?
Wen Yuzhao: “Master, Junior Sister seems even sillier. What should we do?”
Immortal Lord Qingxue: “Sigh.”
Xie Yingnan: “Second Senior Brother, is the kitchen still usable?”
Liu Zheng: “Uh, Master, Junior Brothers, I have something to attend to in the mountains. I won’t be back at the sect for a while. Goodbye.”
Zhuge Tienan pinched his nose tightly: “It smells worse than Spirit Beast poop. Junior Sister Jiang really isn’t picky! Immortal Lord Qingxue, I’m leaving too. I’ll visit another day.”
With that.
Everyone scattered like a swarm.
Only Wen Yuzhao remained, weeping bitterly.
“Can my kitchen still be used, Junior Sister?”
Jiang Bingbing turned her head, smiling like a little devil. “Senior Brother, you didn’t leave. Come eat with me!”
A chill ran down Wen Yuzhao’s spine. His body stiffened as he slowly lifted his left foot, trying to escape. But his beloved junior sister pulled him back, pinched his mouth open, and fed him a bite.
“Mmph—”
Wen Yuzhao nearly vomited, but each time he was stopped by his junior sister, forcing the luosifen in his mouth down.
Huh? It doesn’t seem that bad?
“Hmm—” Wen Yuzhao proactively picked up the bowl and took another bite, smacking his lips in surprise. “The flavor is quite novel. It doesn’t taste as foul as it smells.”
“Delicious, right?”
Jiang Bingbing patted her stomach, thinking to herself: If only she had Zhang’s fried skewers to go with it, it would taste even better!
“How did you know about this kind of food?”
“Oh, this? I found the recipe not long ago while playing around Sumptuous Peak!”
Jiang Bingbing lied without batting an eye, washed her bowl and chopsticks, and said, “Senior brother, I’m off!”
Not only the people of Jade Immortal Peak.
Even Jiang Bingbing herself didn’t expect that the luosifen she ate on a whim would soon become wildly popular in the cultivation world.
“Hmm hmm hmm~ I’ll do it~ I’ll do it~ I’ll do it~ I I I I I I I’ll do it~”
Jiang Bingbing hummed a tune as she walked through the mountains to aid digestion.
She took out the Spirit Beast egg from her pocket, spread open her palm, and Stinky obediently rested on it. Murtering an incantation, spiritual power emanated from her palm, enveloping the entire Spirit Beast egg.
Fen Jue’s dark eyes flashed with admiration.
Such control over spiritual power was truly astonishing, especially since she had no one to teach her.
Jiang Bingbing had no idea Fen Jue existed, let alone his admiration for her.
With her hands forming a seal,
she mounted the new ride Martial Uncle Ma had made for her.
An oversized hamburger!
Jiang Bingbing sat cross-legged on the hamburger, patted it, and said, “Let’s go, take your master for a spin!”
The hamburger spun in place once and took off directly!
Jiang Bingbing turned into a tiny black dot and disappeared into the horizon.
She had the little hamburger land beside a Spirit Spring.
Next to the Spirit Spring was a round stone.
Jiang Bingbing lay down on it, comfortably closing her eyes. If she remembered correctly, this was the back mountain of the Sword Sect.
The Spiritual Energy here was dense, making it a forbidden area of the Sword Sect.
Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to enter.
But Jiang Bingbing was no ordinary person—she was bold enough to do anything.
“So sleepy!”
She sprawled out her limbs and comfortably took an afternoon nap.
But fate had other plans!
Jiang Bingbing had a Conan-like constitution—wherever she went, trouble followed.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a person flew out of the nearby Spirit Spring with a “swish.”
Jiang Bingbing took a closer look. The person was dressed in black and had a sinister appearance, nothing like a Sword Sect disciple. She tentatively asked, “Are you a Demon Cultivator?”
“Heh—” The other person sneered and, without another word, raised a fist and swung at her.
“Damn, no martial ethics, bro!”
Jiang Bingbing was just a lowly Qi Refining stage cultivator—how could she possibly fight back? This Demon Cultivator moved like lightning, appearing ghost-like by her side.
“I’m done for, I’m done for. With a punch this powerful, at best I’ll be disfigured, at worst I’ll be dead.”
She really had it rough. All she wanted was to eat, sleep, and admire handsome men and beautiful women. Why did she have to run into lunatics everywhere she went?
At this moment, Jiang Bingbing was filled with resentment!
But under the opponent’s oppressive aura, she couldn’t move a muscle!
A Demon Cultivator bold enough to break into the Sword Sect bare-handed was undoubtedly powerful.
The Demon Cultivator’s fist drew closer and closer.
Yet, at this critical moment, Jiang Bingbing’s mind wandered inexplicably.
She suddenly thought, although this Demon Cultivator was strong, he was far inferior to the Scarlet-Robed Sword Cultivator in the Sword Tomb.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Jiang Bingbing’s lips.
At the brink of life and death, she still had the mood to think of someone she had only met once.
Speaking of which.
That Scarlet-Robed Sword Cultivator was truly exceptionally brilliant.
“Go die!” the Demon Cultivator snarled viciously.
This little Sword Sect disciple still had the leisure to space out, showing no respect for him, a Demon Cultivator.
“…” Jiang Bingbing closed her eyes, only able to think to herself, “Forget it, if I die, I die.”
“It’s not like I haven’t died before.”
Who would have thought!!
A burst of sword aura suddenly erupted from between her eyebrows.
The fierce wind brought by the fist abruptly stopped.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she cracked open a slit in her left eye.
The Demon Cultivator lay on the ground, eyes wide open, bleeding from all seven orifices. After a second, he directly turned into a puddle of black water.
“Who is it?”
My heavens, that was really terrifying!
Why did such a powerful sword aura shoot out from her body?
“Who exactly is it? Come out now!”
“Coward, why aren’t you saying anything?”
“…” Inside her Consciousness Sea, Fen Jue rubbed his temples with a headache, his voice low and unhurried as he said, “It’s me.”