In the end, the discussion was reached.

I obtained the right to use several ingredient warehouses prepared by Xiangyun Fairy Chu Hongge. Now there are three people here, and there are many more Jindan real people who will come later. Even now, the thirty-six Zhuji, one hundred and fifty Qi cultivators, and tens of thousands of mortal warriors under the name of Fairy Chu are still running around in order to collect various ingredients.

Every day, these Jindan real people actually eat very little. They can even exhale aura to support themselves, eating is just a habit that cannot be omitted and another daily tonic, or a pastime, or a social interaction.

So the amount of time I spend cooking every day is actually very short. It's just that these Jindan real people, especially these Jindan Jurchens who came one after another, heard that there are true disciples of the Demon Desire Sect who are there, and they all want to taste my craftsmanship. Make things difficult for me, tease me, test me, tease me, insult me, bully me, none of them are good.

But who am I?

I have a golden finger as a backer, and when I took over the identity of Chen Sancai from the thirty-two, I had already begun to cultivate the Dao method of the Mouth Belly Demon Desire Sect. Maybe I'm a genius. It only took me seven days to borrow the Origin True Qi of the Demon Desire Sect on the structure of Nahai Swallow Weather to build the foundation again.

Therefore, the people of the Supreme Induction Sect would never have imagined that there would be such a strange thing as me, and being an undercover agent was actually playing, and it was a lot of fun. It's that cat Yasha, a good cat lady, and when she found me, she hesitated for seven points, said a few words in the clouds, and sent me away casually, and changed her personality to tease me another day.

When I'm not cooking for these Jindan people, I like to move around. See some scenery, go to some manors, collect some local specialty ingredients, ask some old farmers, and dig some authentic recipes. I also like to visit the manors set up by the monks below the peak, visit the various characters there, and borrow all kinds of recipes. Sometimes, I will also go to some special places, such as spiritual lands, medicine fields, mines, pastures, and animal gardens of various cultivation resources that have been imprisoned.

But I'm not trying to spy on that.

At first, the disciples of the Supreme Induction Sect were as excited as if they had finally grabbed my rabbit tail, feeling like they had really dug up a big spy. But later, everyone was cleaned up by me and lost their temper.

"On the Depth and Breadth of Recipes in the Cultivation Realm"

"Biological Investigation of Companion Ingredients"

"The Impact of an Intact Ecosystem on Food Quality"

It is precisely because those Jindan real people saw the higher quality ingredients I collected, and the more flavorful and charming dishes I cooked, that they indulged all kinds of willfulness in me.

I can pull the foundation building monks who guard the medicine garden to dig out the white beetle larvae that live in the roots of the spirit wood giant tree, I can take the qi cultivators who guard the mine to dig up those unique mushrooms from the ruins of the tailings dump field, and I can take the steward of the beast garden to collect those unique flavors of the ghost grass in the burial ground left over from the "feed".

I like to open a cauldron everywhere, pull out the ingredients, and cook them on the spot. Cook when you're inspired, cook when you're hungry, cook when you have ingredients. I don't care about him, I don't care how valuable his ingredients are, and I don't care that his diners are divided into three layers and nine orders.

I once cooked a birthday feast for the two hundred relatives of a certain foundation monk in a carved manor. I used to be in the same estate, in the middle of the morning, in the stables, and in the middle of the night, making a pot of bean porridge for the weary manu. The same 225 diners, the value of the ingredients used is hundreds of millions of times apart, but the ethereal feeling they get is similar.

I once worked in a prison yard for a master monk at the peak of the foundation building who was about to conclude a golden pill. He was arrogant, and looked at me with contempt, as if he couldn't understand how a foundation-building monk would take up the profession of a cook.

It's a pity that he can't beat me.

Also, I can't kill him.

But I was also in the same cell, preparing the last meal for the fifty prisoners who were about to be executed that day, and even fought because some of the jailers insulted the death row inmates, interrupted their meals, and kicked over their plates. It was that battle that let these blind people know how far a cultivator's true determination could go on the path of cultivation.

I don't plead for those on death row, I don't do justice for them, I don't discern the evidence of their crimes. I only want them to have a full stomach once before they die.

That's all.

But in the same way, I swear to defend their power to the death this time, even if it is to destroy the prison ground, kill hundreds or thousands of mortal warriors, cut down dozens of Qi cultivators, cut down four or five foundation building monks, and the guy who is the leader, and kill the heavens. Even if those Jindan real people formed a group to watch, those foundation building monks of the Supreme Induction Sect were filled with righteous indignation and asked to fight, even if the whole world was an enemy country.

I'm standing there too.

Waiting for the fifty prisoners behind him to finish eating, he looked up to the sky and sucked out the different strong feeling.

Then I ignored them being beheaded and died, ignoring the thousands of pieces of the Tsukiji who were dismembered by their anger, ignoring the fact that the remaining prisoners were all executed, and ignoring the fact that the Tsukiji stood like mad dogs in my path.

But it was the opponent who suddenly broke the long sword, tore the sect's robe, kicked over the high platform where he was, pointed at my nose from afar, and shouted: "Chen Sancai, today's humiliation, I Zhou Kefa remembered." I have remembered the grace of your ministry today. I'll wait for you for ten years, and I hope you will also become a golden pill as soon as possible, and then we will do it again. ”

Turning his head to the Jin Dan Zhenren on the clouds, he said: "Master, today's defeat, the disciple understands." Today, I will leave the mountains and travel, redo the Taoist, and make it easy for people to divination. Hope for the teacher's grace. ”

Who is this birdman? What he says, what he does, what he does is my business?

However, some of the golden pills on the clouds faintly changed color, and the gaze that looked at me was also three points more than the looks of the people of the same generation;

That is to say, that battle made all the monks from all walks of life see the treachery of the Demon Desire Sect, the horror of the spells, and all kinds of homework are laid out, which is not worse than those big sects at all. So for the next few days, until the twentieth day came, I was very comfortable.

No one stopped me from going anywhere, no one stopped me from collecting ingredients, and no one stopped me from cooking for someone. Even if I went to the orphanage to make candy for those little orphans and orphans, I went to the alchemy room and borrowed the Dan stove from those Dan masters to cook, or I simply went to the field, cut the freshly dried rice, and cooked a pot of new rice for the serfs to eat.

It's pathetic.

These people, who have been growing rice for decades, never knew that rice tasted so sweet.