Chapter 56 The next morning, Li Chang'an and…

The next morning, Li Chang'an and the mushroom spirits were busy packing the spirit rice again.

Those who bought the spirit rice this time basically bought it according to the maximum purchase limit. The mushroom spirits were able to quickly separate out ten kilograms of spirit rice and put it into bags.

The delivery slips were printed out the night before, and guide symbols were drawn on them and pasted onto the bags containing the spirit rice before being distributed to the spirit kites.

Seventeen thousand spirit kites flew out of Xuanling Immortal Mountain. Li Chang'an thought for a moment, took out some vegetables he had kept from the warehouse, packed them into two portions, and asked two spirit kites to help deliver them.

This is for Li Guoliang and Yang Rong.

This time, the number of orders for spirit rice was small, and each spirit kite only needed to be delivered to one package, so the spirit kites soon began to fly back one after another.

Li Chang'an noticed with his sharp eyes that their small storage bags were all decorated with various ornaments.

It seems that his customers really like the kite.

The spirit kites that delivered vegetables to Li Guoliang and Yang Rong have also returned, carrying with them gifts from the four elders to Li Chang'an in their small storage pouches.

It contained some kimchi, cured meat, chili sauce, and smoked sausages.

There were many return gifts; when the two kites released the gifts, they piled up all over the ground.

Li Chang'an could tell at a glance that Li Guoliang and his family had given them everything they could from their own homes.

He was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

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Summer capital.

Zhao Yuqing, a disciple of the Liantian Sect, took a day off to go home today.

The reason is simple: Li Chang'an's mother helped him secure ten jin (5 kg) of the spirit rice he was selling this time.

Thinking of how spiritual rice could benefit cultivation, Zhao Yuqing rubbed her hands together and excitedly rode her qi home.

His family lives in Xiadu, and his parents run several mid-to-high-end restaurants, so they are considered wealthy.

Knowing that Zhao Yuqing was coming back today, the couple greeted the restaurant manager and waited at home for their son, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

Zhao Yuqing used her Qi to land in the courtyard outside the villa, and immediately saw her parents.

Zhao's mother walked up excitedly, and Zhao's father also looked very happy.

Zhao's mother held her son's hand and looked him up and down. She said sadly, "I haven't seen you for more than half a year. I feel like you've gotten even thinner. I should have known better than to let you go to the sect. What's the point of cultivating immortality? You have to fast and starve yourself to death."

Zhao Yuqing laughed and said, "Mom, I'm actually quite muscular now, not skinny at all. Look at the muscles on my arms."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuqing rolled up his sleeves and patted his muscular arms, as if showing off.

"I don't think he's anything special. Your dad's muscles are much stronger than yours when he's wielding a ladle in the kitchen," Zhao's mother said with a smile.

Zhao Yuqing chuckled a few times and lowered her sleeves.

The family of three then went back inside, and Zhao's father went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for his son for breakfast.

The noodles were homemade, and after cooking, they were topped with a sauce of stir-fried minced meat and chopped chili peppers, and then topped with a poached egg.

Although cultivating immortality requires fasting, Zhao Yuqing and other disciples with lower cultivation levels never paid attention to this when they went home and ate whatever they wanted.

With spiritual energy so scarce these days, even if one abstains from grains and focuses solely on cultivation, how high a level of cultivation can one achieve?

This is the thinking of most monks today.

Just as the fragrant, steaming noodles were served and Zhao Yuqing had only slurped a few mouthfuls, she heard a "chirping" sound coming from outside the courtyard.

Then, a blue bird carrying a small cloth bag walked to the French windows and gently tapped on the window with its beak.

"Huh? Where did this bird come from?" Zhao's mother asked in confusion.

She and Zhao's father are usually very busy and have never watched Li Chang'an's live stream, so they don't know Lingyuan Bird.

Zhao Yuqing sensed spiritual energy from the spirit bird. Forgetting that she was eating noodles, she quickly got up, thought for a moment, and then took a tassel from the living room to the door.

The spirit bird saw him and took out a bag of spirit rice from its small storage pouch.

"Chirp chirp".

The package has arrived.

Seeing that the spirit bird was about to leave, Zhao Yuqing quickly hung the tassel on its small cloth bag strap, then smiled with narrowed eyes, waved and watched the spirit bird leave.

Afterwards, he took the ten catties of spirit rice back into the house.

When Zhao's mother saw the rice in the transparent bag, she suddenly realized, "Oh, this is the rice I managed to get for you yesterday."

She thought of the kite that had just delivered the package and found it strange: "Wow, that's really interesting. They actually use birds to deliver packages, and they arrived so quickly."

“This isn’t an ordinary bird; it’s a spirit bird, and it flies incredibly fast,” Zhao Yuqing said casually, opening the bag.

The rice grains are translucent and jade-like, each grain being roughly the same length, and have a slightly cool feel to the touch.

Having run a restaurant for so many years, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao could tell at a glance how good the rice was. They nodded in satisfaction and said, "This rice is indeed excellent. No wonder you repeatedly told us to help you get some."

Two weeks ago, Zhao Yuqing sent them a message asking them to follow a streamer named Li Chang'an and help them grab vegetables.

At the time, the couple didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until yesterday, when Zhao Yuqing called excitedly again, emphasizing it repeatedly, that they put down what they were doing and focused on logging into that website, refreshing it repeatedly, and finally managed to grab ten kilograms of spirit rice at ten o'clock.

“This is spirit rice, and it’s not just good,” Zhao Yuqing said. “Last time I asked a scalper to buy me a pound of it. Just that one pound of rice, after I finished eating it, I could clearly feel that my cultivation had improved.”

"Next year will be the Grand Cultivation Competition, which is held every five years. I want to work hard to get a good ranking so that I can receive prizes from the various sects."

After Zhao Yuqing finished speaking, she patted a bag of spirit rice in front of her: "We'll rely on this spirit rice."

Upon hearing this, Zhao's father immediately said with delight, "Then next time that streamer sells spirit rice, your father and I will help you snatch it and call on others to do the same. You should work hard in your cultivation; you're the only cultivator in our family. If you reach the Golden Core stage, you'll bring glory to our family."

Zhao Yuqing chuckled.

Nowadays, spiritual energy is scarce, so reaching the Golden Core stage is not so easy.

But since his father had said so, Zhao Yuqing patted his chest and said, "Of course!"

Now that the spirit rice had arrived, Zhao Yuqing took out a pound of spirit rice that noon and asked her father to cook it for her.

The fragrant rice, combined with his father's superb culinary skills, made from a pound of rice, was devoured by the family of three in one meal.

After finishing her meal, Zhao Yuqing sat down on the small terrace on the second floor to meditate and absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit rice.

Zhao's parents didn't disturb him and went back to their room to rest for a while.

In the afternoon, Zhao Yuqing opened her eyes, glanced at the sky, and decided to return to the Liantian Sect.

He went downstairs and told his parents, and as he left, he noticed that his mother's eyes were a little red.

Zhao Yuqing awakened her spiritual root at the age of six and spent the next fourteen years cultivating at the Liantian Sect. She was only allowed to return home to visit her parents during holidays and the Lunar New Year.

The family is always separated more often than together.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuqing felt a little melancholy.

He lowered his head and divided the rice in half: "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll be back to be with you during the New Year."

When Zhao's father saw what he was doing, he quickly stopped him: "Oh dear, take it all back. Your cultivation is the most important thing..."

Zhao Yuqing shook her head and placed the other half of the spirit rice on the table: "This spirit rice has spiritual energy, it will benefit you if you eat it. Cultivation is not as important as you.

Seeing that her father was about to say something, Zhao Yuqing continued, "Dad, I am a cultivator."

He possesses spiritual power and only needs to cast a spell to immobilize Zhao's father.

Knowing this, Zhao's father could only sigh and say, "Alright."

Zhao Yuqing smiled and left with the remaining half-bag of spirit rice.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again during the Chinese New Year!"