In just half an hour, Zishu had already felt that his cultivation had increased by a tiny bit, which was truly disheartening news.

"Rapid advancement in cultivation level seems to be a kind of trouble."

Xiu Qiyu turned around, showing Zishu the back of her head. True combat strength is certainly important, but without sufficient cultivation level to support it, the result can only be tragedy. It's like a Golden Core cultivator with the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels and rich combat experience encountering a Nascent Soul cultivator with mediocre combat strength; the final result is obvious, the Golden Core cultivator will definitely die a gruesome death.

Sometimes, absolute superiority can erase any shortcomings in skill.

Of course, if you encounter someone of the same level with incredibly high combat power, then it's a tragedy.

"Therefore, you should join a fighting sect so that your strength will always match your realm."

"I am an alchemist."

“A major sect will always have one or two alchemy masters. If you catch their eye, you can have the best of both worlds.”

"That sounds like it makes a lot of sense."

"The alchemists here are probably different from those on our Taiyan Continent; their combat strength should not be that weak."

"Alchemists are naturally good candidates for cultivation, capable of overturning rivers and seas and disrupting the universe. By the way, what are your plans and arrangements with Xiao Yezi?"

"Let's take it one step at a time. There are countless sects on the advanced continent. If we're going to join one, we must join a top-tier sect to avoid wasting our talents."

"Haha, maybe I'll even get to benefit from my junior sister's fame."

Ye Xiruo quickly adjusted her state and then changed shifts, with Zishu and Xiu Qiyu taking over the cultivation.

If Ye Xi has had enough of the fasting pills she's taken this month, now that she's finally landed, she should definitely have a good meal.

Ye Xiruo was now incredibly impressed with the countless spiritual foods that she had Zhang Quan prepare. Some were ready-made and could be eaten directly, while others were semi-finished products, such as pre-made buns, dumplings, and wontons, which could be easily boiled or steamed before eating.

If Ye Xi takes out some greenery, she can start cooking.

The indispensable dish was, of course, beggar's chicken. Ye Xiruo also had Zhang Quan make it into a semi-finished product, which was taken out of the storage compartment and baked for three minutes.

If Ye Xi amplified the greenery and released his spiritual power, he roasted seven beggar's chickens in one go.

Will this satisfy the appetites of this group of foodies? Absolutely not.

Then I pan-fried two batches of dumplings and cooked a pot of fish ball soup. I also took out some braised meat and vegetables from my storage space—let's have a simple meal first!

The Azure Continent is a superior continent, so it must have better food. As it turns out, Ye Xi was overthinking it; the food on the Azure Continent was not tasty at all, even unpalatable.

"Little Yezi, what delicious food did you make? It smells so good!" Hua Rong's nose is even more sensitive than a dog's. As soon as Ye Xiruo's food was cooked, Hua Rong followed the aroma and came over, pulling along Senior Brother Zhiyi.

"I've just made something simple to eat, let's sit down and eat together."

"Great, great, Xiao Yezi, you're amazing! I'm even a little jealous of Xiu Qiyu now."

"You should save your breath. You'll never meet someone like Junior Sister Ye in your lifetime."

"I know that Xiao Yezi is all alone and doesn't have any sisters or anything."

"Hua Rong, you flatter me. You must always believe that with spirit stones, you can accomplish anything."

"Little Leaf is right. I am determined to carry forward the Hua family's business and make it take root and flourish on the Blue Ocean Continent."

"I support you."

Hua Rong carefully gnawed on the braised pig's trotter, her face filled with blissful delight: "This is so delicious! It's been so long since I've had such delicious braised meat."

“This was made by Master Zhang Quan. My skills are not up to that level.”

"Little Yezi, you are so farsighted, preparing the most practical food." Hua Rong couldn't help but sigh as he thought about the clothes, accessories, and toys in his several spatial rings.

"You should cherish this rare opportunity," Qing Zhiyi said slowly.

They came to the Blue Ocean Continent together, and it would be best if they could develop together, but if not, they should accept the separation with equanimity.

"Senior Brother Zhiyi, please eat more."

"And what about me?" Hua Rong pointed to her face.

"You're almost getting a double chin, you should eat less."

Hua Rong was shocked. What? A double chin? He quickly touched it and said, "Little Yezi, you lied to me again."

"You're just too stupid." Qing Zhiyi quickly snatched the last two fish balls from Hua Rong's bowl.

"Zhiyi, you're so despicable! This is taking advantage of someone in distress, do you even realize that?"

"I don't know."

"So lively—" Upon hearing this voice, Hua Rong immediately sat up straight and began to eat his meal obediently. Who was this? Naturally, it was the little friend Ye Liusha, the God of Slaughter.

"Yes, I made some food. If you don't mind, please sit down and eat with me."

"Thank you." Ye Liusha didn't waste any words and silently ate the beggar's chicken that Ye Xiruo handed him.

"These are pan-fried dumplings, and these are some braised dishes. They all taste good."

Ye Liusha nodded, indicating that he understood.

Ye Liusha ate very quickly, and a beggar's chicken was gone in no time. Ye Xiruo ladled out a bowl of fish soup: "Have some fish soup."

"Thank you, it's delicious."

"Haha, I think so too."

Towards the end of the meal, Zishu, Xiu Qiyu, and Yingxun also joined in. Eating together as a group of seven had its own unique charm.

The remaining seven people remained inside the tent, cultivating as if they didn't want to pay attention to the outside world.

After finishing her meal, Ye Xiruo stood up, stretched, yawned, and felt a little sleepy.

"Brother Xiu Qi, Senior Brother, come quick! Is there someone over there? Or a whole group of people?"

Xiu Qiyu and Zishu narrowed their eyes: "That's right, but whether they are friend or foe is hard to say. The aura emanating from this group of people is very strange."

"Go and wake up those few who are good at cultivation first."

"Okay, Brother Xiuqi."

The fourteen men quickly donned full gear, ready to deal with any trouble that might arise.

Unexpectedly, it was all for nothing.

Upon seeing Xiu Qiyu and her group, the people rushed towards them, pleading, "Please, everyone, save us!"

This group of people were sallow-faced and covered in wounds, looking as if they had just been released from a coal mine or a torture chamber. Their cultivation levels, however, were not low; the weakest was at the Golden Core stage, and they didn't appear very old. Most were Nascent Soul cultivators, with three or four being Deity Transformation cultivators. How could they have ended up in such a sorry state?

“We came to the Blue Ocean Continent three years ago and were captured. We were taken to a mining mountain to mine. There were originally forty or fifty of us, but now there are only twenty left. The rest of us are all dead. We barely managed to escape.”