27: The food at Zizhu Peak is so delicious!

Li Xuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief as Gu Changge entered the bamboo house, then turned to look at Xiao Ruobai.

He took out the pristine Jade Slip from hisPregnant, his expression turning serious.

“Junior Brother Xiao Ruobai, this is the essence of theSky-reaching Palm that my Revered Master asked me to give you. Do you know that theSky-reaching Palm is a core Secret Manual of our Azure Profound Sect?

It’s a true King-tier Cultivation Technique; ordinary Disciples can’t even see it, and only Personal Disciples of a Peak Revered Master are allowed to learn it. You must keep it safe and remember not to transmit it to outsiders.”

Xiao Ruobai’s eyes sharpened upon hearing this, and he received the Jade Slip with both hands.

When his fingertips touched the cool jade surface, he could clearly feel the profound Spiritual Qi flowing within. He solemnly put the Jade Slip into hisPregnant, then cupped his hands towards Qingyun Peak.

“Thank you, Senior Martial Uncle Xuan Yangzi, for your generosity, and thank you, Senior Brother, for making the special trip to deliver it.”

“Your Master and my Master are close friends; we should naturally look out for each other.”

Li Xuanfeng smiled, seeing the curiosity about the Cultivation Technique in Xiao Ruobai’s brows, and so he suggested,

“You haven’t Cultivated theSky-reaching Palm before, so I’ll demonstrate the basic Moves for you. Watch closely.”

Shen Jinghong found a clean blue stone nearby and sat down, holding her sword and watching quietly. The moonlight filtered through the bamboo leaves onto her face, washing away her previous embarrassment and adding a touch of serenity.

Xiao Ruobai quickly stepped back two paces, focusing and holding his breath.

Li Xuanfeng took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Qi around him slowly circulated. Although he deliberately restrained the aura of a Late Stage Core Formation Realm Cultivator, it still carried a steady pressure.

He let out a low shout, slowly pushing out his right palm. A faint golden light emanated from his palm, and the palm wind, imbued with Spiritual Qi, struck a large rock not far away.

However, just before it touched the rock’s surface, he skillfully retracted his strength. With a “hum,” ripples appeared on the rock’s surface, then it slowly cracked.

“This first Move, ‘Stone’, emphasizes accumulating strength in the palm, combining hardness and softness. It appears powerful but secretly contains a method to dissipate force, making it most suitable for you to build a foundation at your current Body Tempering Realm First Stage Cultivation.”

Li Xuanfeng retracted his palm and walked over to Xiao Ruobai, explaining patiently.

“Try to circulate Qi to your palm. Don’t pursue power; first, find the right sensation of Qi.”

After speaking, he meticulously imparted his insights from Cultivating theSky-reaching Palm.

“When first learning this Move, the biggest taboo is to rush for success.

I once pursued immense palm power too eagerly, which led to blocked Meridians for several days.

You must remember, when Qi circulates to your Dantian, it should be like a gentle stream, slowly converging when it reaches your palm, like melting snow in spring—seemingly gentle but with long-lasting power.”

Xiao Ruobai listened very attentively, nodding occasionally to remember.

He then sat cross-legged and began to attempt Cultivating theSky-reaching Palm according to the method Li Xuanfeng had described.

His eyes were lightly closed, his small face full of concentration. Although the circulation of Spiritual Qi was still very clumsy, every subtle movement revealed a tenacious spirit.

Li Xuanfeng and Shen Jinghong exchanged a smile at the sight.

The Spiritual Qi on Zizhu Peak was so dense, like tangible threads swirling around them; even one minute less of Cultivation was a loss.

The two said no more, each finding an empty spot. Li Xuanfeng continued to hone his Late Stage Core Formation Realm Cultivation, while Shen Jinghong circulated her Mind-Cultivation Technique to consolidate her Sword Intent.

Time flowed slowly in the tranquil Cultivation. Only the occasional rustle of wind through the bamboo leaves and the steady breathing of the three could be heard in the bamboo forest.

The moonlight gradually faded, and a hint of dawn appeared in the east.

Gu Changge stood at the entrance of the bamboo house, looking at the three figures engrossed in Cultivation in the courtyard, a gratified smile on his lips.

Especially Li Xuanfeng and Shen Jinghong, both sat ramrod straight, and the Spiritual Qi vortexes around them spun faster than windmills, as if they wished to absorb all the Spiritual Qi of Zizhu Peak into their bellies.

Li Xuanfeng’s white robes flapped loudly, stirred by the Spiritual Qi, and his fingers unconsciously scratched at the bluestone beneath him, as if afraid of letting even a wisp of Spiritual Qi escape.

Shen Jinghong was even more extraordinary; with her eyes closed, she was still silently forming hand seals, her long sword leaning beside her. The beads on her sword tassel clinked from the impact of the Spiritual Qi, making her look like a little hoarder squirrel afraid of running out of food.

Gu Changge chuckled: These two, aren’t they treating Zizhu Peak like a breathing can of Spiritual Qi?

He quietly turned and entered the spiritual field he had recently opened.

The Azure Sky Python Bull King, which had been lured there, was pawing at the moon. Seeing Gu Changge, its massive body suddenly shrank, almost stuffing itself into a corner of the cattle shed.

“Tsk, Old Huang, you didn’t eat the enlightenment tea for nothing, you’ve gotten fatter again.”

Gu Changge looked at the purple flame spirit rice in the spiritual field; the heads were so heavy they bent over, and the grains were so plump they reflected light. He casually plucked two handfuls of the sturdiest ones.

“Farming suits you much better than being stubborn.”

Then he walked towards the old ox.

“Don’t hide, I’m just cutting a small piece today.”

Gu Changge smiled as he took out a wood-chopping knife.

“Last time you secretly ate my enlightenment tea leaves, you have to compensate with some meat, right?”

The Azure Sky Python Bull King watched tearfully as a piece of its freshly grown sirloin was cut off, whimpering in grievance, yet not daring to utter a single complaint.

By the time Gu Changge returned with the spirit rice and beef, the horizon was just beginning to glow red.

He looked at the ingredients in his hand and suddenly chuckled.

This old ox was really good; not only could it be used for farming, but its meat could also nourish his Disciples. Bringing it here from the mountains was simply a huge profit.

When smoke began to rise from the peak, Li Xuanfeng suddenly opened his eyes and sniffed.

“So fragrant... What kind of spirit rice is that?!”

Shen Jinghong also put away her sword, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes—Martial Uncle Gu was actually cooking himself?

“Come on in, dinner’s ready.”

Gu Changge lifted the door curtain and called out to the courtyard.

Li Xuanfeng sprang up like he’d been activated, his nose still sniffing vigorously.

“Martial Uncle Gu, this spirit rice... it smells so comforting, the Spiritual Qi must be incredibly abundant!”

Shen Jinghong also put away her sword and followed him into the bamboo house, but she froze as soon as she crossed the threshold.

On the table was a large, coarse porcelain bowl, inside which the rice porridge glowed with a faint purple light, the grains round and plump, as if wrapped in starlight.

Beside it, a celadon plate held slices of roasted meat, glistening with oil and still emitting wisps of white steam. The aroma wafted into their noses, causing the Spiritual Qi in their Dantian to stir.

“Sit.”

Gu Changge sat at the head of the table and gestured towards the bowls and chopsticks.

“Don’t be greedy, eat in moderation!”

As he spoke, he lightly flicked his wrist, and a faint glow emanated from his fingertips, sweeping over the bowls and plates.

The Spiritual Qi, which had been somewhat overbearing, instantly receded, leaving only gentle energy. Even the oil droplets on the roasted meat became refreshing.

Li Xuanfeng couldn’t hold back any longer. He picked up a spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge. As soon as it entered his mouth, his eyes widened.

The rice grains melted with a gentle press of his tongue, and a warm current slid down his throat. Everywhere it passed, his Meridians felt as if they had been soaked in warm water, making him so comfortable he almost moaned.

He then picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks; the meat was incredibly tender, melting into pure Qi and blood after a couple of chews, permeating his limbs and bones.

Even old injuries from sword practice began to ache faintly, as if being gently repaired.

“This... this is too amazing!”

Li Xuanfeng’s mouth was stuffed full as he mumbled, “It’s a hundred times better than the spirit food in the main peak’s refectory!”