"What a wonderful cultivation! It's all about seeking true freedom! What a fine little phoenix! I, Old Sun, was right, you little rascal, you've got some talent in you!"

Sun Wukong patted his leg with delight, ruffled her hair, and with a grabbing motion in the air, produced several jade slips:

"It is said that 'the Dharma should not be passed on lightly.' Now that you have entered my old Sun's school, you can comprehend these cultivation techniques on your own. Once you have mastered the Cloud Transformation Technique, you can come to Flower Fruit Mountain to find me, old Sun. As for the Immortal Pill and Peaches of Immortality, your true form is a little phoenix with a strong physique. Find a secluded place to take them and slowly digest their medicinal effects."

The art of riding clouds?

Xu Milu suddenly realized something, blinked, and said:

"Could it be that when Red Boy subdued the Gu Diao, Master was watching from the clouds?"

"Hehehe, my good nephew is really fierce when he cries and makes a fuss. Even if I, Old Sun, had seventy-two heads, I would be turned into a mess by his noise."

Sun Wukong tacitly agreed, then flipped over and leaped into the clouds, leaving behind only half a sentence:

"Good disciple, I'm off!"

Xu Milu held the jade slip, truly at a loss for words. The jade slip shone brightly, and when she pressed it against her forehead, countless profound techniques emerged. She could comprehend them without even knowing how to read, which was incredibly convenient.

"System, I've hit the jackpot!"

She glanced again at the gleaming white jade lotus root and the large peach shrouded in celestial mist on the table, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

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"Wait, wait, wait—you're now a disciple of the Great Sage? Does Buddhism accept female disciples? Will you still be able to cook meat in the future?"

Mo Xuan held the steamed bun with a blank expression, but the first thing he cared about was whether Xu Milu could still make meat dishes.

After all, a good cook is a rare treasure!

"I am the Great Sage's disciple, just a lay disciple, not a fully ordained Buddhist disciple. As long as I don't kill or eat meat in front of my master, what else is in my way?"

Xu Milu is peeling fresh lettuce. She peels off the outer skin to reveal the crisp, tender green stem inside, then finely shreds it with a knife. She uses sugar to draw out excess moisture, adds a little salt, a few strands of two-tone mandolin chili, and two drops of sesame oil. Finally, she tosses it all together with fruit vinegar made from spring seeds.

The lettuce shreds, after being squeezed dry, have a chewy and crunchy texture that teeth love, making a satisfying "crunch" sound when you bite into them. The spiciness is quite pronounced, but the fruit vinegar enhances it considerably. The sesame oil itself has a unique aroma, and when combined with the burst of sesame seeds between your teeth and the subtle sweetness of white sugar, it's simply irresistible. It's also delicious with white porridge.

"Didn't you say you were going to make one of those dishes about 'spring'? Why have you changed your mind now?"

Mo Xuan silently picked up a piece of shredded bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, and no one knew how he ate it, but it made a "crunch" sound.

"The dishes are ordered, but the most important thing now is to improve our cultivation level."

Xu Milu took a sip of the soft, sticky white porridge in her bowl, then picked up a piece of pickled leeks, chewed on the bitter almonds, and took another sip of porridge. She felt much more comfortable, both physically and mentally.

She has made a decision to postpone her return to Earth and instead activate the third dimensional coordinate system first.