207: Wang Ye

Lin Zifeng hadn't expected that this grand restaurant was actually subordinate to a large Immortal Sect, and it even seemed to be a chain.

No wonder! To achieve such a scale, and to somewhat exceed the level expected of this city, so that was it.

However, Lin Zifeng listened for a long time but didn't hear what this large sect was called. Of course, he noted the insignia on the middle-aged man's sect uniform: an emblem resembling a mountain range.

His “impolite” behavior just now, the other party shouldn't have taken it to heart... Lin Zifeng thought about it, judging by the other party's reaction, it didn't seem like he would hold a grudge.

It was his fault just now, instinctively probing. He really should pay more attention in the future.

Lin Zifeng mused in his heart.

At this moment, the waiter came up with a tray: “Esteemed guest! Your dishes are here! This is roasted lamb ribs, this is Flying Dragon Soup, this is Pearl Bamboo Shoots, this is Emerald Shrimp, and there’s also Spirit Rice!”

The waiter served each dish one by one and announced its name.

Lin Zifeng looked at the dishes in front of him; the portions were very generous. This amount would probably feed four or five ordinary people.

“Thank you!” Lin Zifeng nodded, then picked up the Spirit Rice. The grains of rice were distinct and emitted a faint, appetizing aroma. They also contained a small amount of spiritual energy, which could strengthen the body even for ordinary people who ate it.

Over time, it would also be very beneficial.

No wonder there were so many “dignitaries” here; just this Spirit Rice alone was worth it.

The other dishes also contained pure spiritual energy, not a lot, but certainly very nourishing when consumed.

It had to be said, the gap between people was immense.

Some people were born in Rome, while others were born as beasts of burden.

Even if they couldn't cultivate, people who grew up eating these things from a young age and those who couldn't cultivate, who were just ordinary people or even “servants,” differed vastly in terms of knowledge, physique, skills, and all other aspects.

And generation after generation, there was basically no possibility of change.

Some things, if you weren't born with them, you likely wouldn't have them in this lifetime.

Lin Zifeng merely sighed briefly, then began to eat. This was something he couldn't change, nor would he try to change. It was the general environment of this world. Unless he could completely control this world, everything else was out of the question.

He took a bite of each dish, and the taste was indeed excellent, truly a delicacy! These chefs might even be “Immortal Chefs.”

An “Immortal Chef” is an immortal chef, meaning an immortal who has already cultivated becomes a chef. Generally speaking, they are either outer disciples or those with no hope of advancement, whose talent is limited, and who have some talent in cooking. Only then would they choose to be an Immortal Chef.

At least “work” is easy to find, and there's rarely trouble. Living well is also good, since there's no hope of climbing higher mountains anyway.

Of course, it doesn't rule out the “hobby” of a powerful figure. Such food is basically only for their own people, or for special circumstances, or custom orders.

Moreover, when an Immortal Chef reaches a certain level, and with certain levels of ingredients, a powerful Immortal Chef is needed, not inferior to those “Alchemists.”

It's just that one is for elixirs, and the other is for medicinal or spiritual cuisine.

After about an incense stick's time, Lin Zifeng finished his meal.

“Waiter! Check, please!” Lin Zifeng slightly raised his voice and said. The waiter, who was waiting nearby, immediately came over: “Esteemed guest, the bill is waived. My master invites you upstairs for a talk.”

“Eh?” Lin Zifeng was momentarily stunned by the waiter's words. His master... could it be the middle-aged man from earlier? That outer sect elder?

“Is it that senior from earlier?” Lin Zifeng asked.

“Yes!” The waiter nodded in affirmation.

“Then lead the way.” Lin Zifeng thought for a moment and agreed. The other party inviting him for a talk certainly wasn't to cause trouble. It was probably something they wanted to discuss with him.

Lin Zifeng was also a bit curious. What could an outer sect elder of a large sect want to talk about with him, a mere Tianqiao Realm cultivator?

Moreover, Lin Zifeng was wearing the Immortal Crane Sect's uniform, clearly indicating he was “organized” and not a rogue cultivator.

Never mind, no need to overthink it. He'd know once he went there.

Even if the other party harbored ill intentions, they wouldn't be able to take him down immediately.

Although he was in the early stage of Tianqiao, his own strength was not weak. After all, he had “cheats.” In the past few days, he had accumulated over 12 million source points again.

If he couldn't handle it himself, he could only call for help.

Over 12 million source points should be enough to bring Clarissa over for a short while. That would be sufficient.

Moreover, his physical quality had reached 849, and his mental strength had reached 82.

In terms of cultivation, his progress was also incredibly fast. During this time, he had already advanced towards the middle stage of Tianqiao.

With a solid foundation, Lin Zifeng was confident.

The waiter led Lin Zifeng to a private room on the third floor.

“My master is inside,” the waiter said to Lin Zifeng.

“Alright.” Lin Zifeng nodded, then pushed open the door and walked in.

As expected, the first person he saw sitting in the main seat was the middle-aged man he had seen earlier.

“Fellow Daoist, you've arrived! Please sit!” Wang Ye smiled and said to Lin Zifeng. Seeing Lin Zifeng naturally take a seat, a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

“My name is Wang Ye, an outer sect elder of the Tianlan Sect, and the branch elder in Jinglan City,” Wang Ye proactively told Lin Zifeng.

“Senior Wang! My name is Lin Zifeng, you can just call me Zifeng,” Lin Zifeng smiled and said, neither humble nor arrogant.

“Do you know why I asked you to come?” Wang Ye looked at Lin Zifeng's demeanor, and some thoughts formed in his mind. He smiled and said to Lin Zifeng.

“I don't know, but it's certainly not about my unintentional offense,” Lin Zifeng said with a smile, his words defining his previous offense as unintentional.

“Hahaha~ You little rascal, I won't beat around the bush with you. May I ask which sect you belong to?” Wang Ye asked.

“Immortal Crane Sect,” Lin Zifeng replied.

“Immortal Crane Sect?” Wang Ye mused for a moment, his mind rapidly working, trying to find information about this sect.

Unfortunately, he had no relevant memory whatsoever.