Chapter 9 Ah Que's cooking is so delicious~ (Revised) Mianmian and Xiao...
The next morning, Jiang Yuemian went to Shen Que's courtyard.
When Jiang Yuemian arrived, Shen Que was already dressed and practicing his swordplay in the courtyard. He was about to sheathe his sword and bow when Jiang Yuemian nodded, signaling him to continue.
She walked straight to the stone seat next to the courtyard and sat down without warning, casually putting one leg on the other knee, placing one hand on the stone table, and looking up to leisurely appreciate the view.
With a light flick of his longsword, Chen Que moved with the grace of a dragon playing with a pearl, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, becoming one with the swordsman.
The youthful spirit and vigor are vividly displayed.
"That's right," Jiang Yuemian thought.
He's already doing exceptionally well for his age, but he lacks decisiveness and a bit of presence.
While Jiang Yuemian may be careless in other matters, she does possess a natural aptitude for swordsmanship, perhaps stemming from the original owner of this body.
Over there, Shen Que had completed the final move, raised his hand to perform a sword flourish, and neatly sheathed his sword.
The young man had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks were flushed from the sword-wielding exercise, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Immortal Venerable." He placed his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of respect.
Jiang Yuemian lowered one leg off her knee, shook her skirt, stood up, and praised, "Not bad, it seems that the Su Yue Sword Technique can no longer improve your swordsmanship."
The Moonlit Sword Techniques are a set of sword techniques that every outer disciple and miscellaneous disciple has. Judging from Shen Que's appearance, he has completely mastered this set of sword techniques.
After hearing Jiang Yuemian's words, Shen Que's eyes visibly began to redden. Had he been praised by the Immortal Venerable? Yes, yes.
Jiang Yuemian sensed the change in Shen Que's gaze, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. She continued to stare at Shen Que, wanting to see the little rabbit's shy expression.
The intense gaze caused a blush to creep onto Chen Que's ears.
Jiang Yuemian observed casually, and just before Shen Que was about to collapse, she finally spoke up to change the subject, pointing out his weakness: "Although your swordsmanship is already considered excellent among your peers, but..."
It's more like an imitation.
Jiang Yuemian didn't say it aloud, but Shen Que already understood the unspoken meaning.
Shen Que was taken aback. In fact, no one had ever taught him how to practice swordsmanship. Since entering Liwen Palace, he had been exploring on his own, and the swordsmanship he had been exposed to the most was naturally that of his fellow disciples.
Since his mother left when he was young, no one has taught him how to do it for many years.
His expression was somewhat forlorn, and he subconsciously bit the inside of his lower lip.
Jiang Yuemian couldn't help but wonder if she had been too harsh on him. Feeling a little guilty, she touched her nose and said casually, "It's alright. No matter what you were like before, since I'm going to teach you swordsmanship, I will naturally teach you with my heart. As long as you study diligently during this time, you will naturally comprehend your own path."
Shen Que was stung by her words. He missed his mother and didn't expect that the Immortal Venerable thought he was in a bad mood because of this. He smiled in an instant and felt that the Immortal Venerable was truly a kind-hearted person. So he said, "Then I will trouble the Immortal Venerable."
...
"The hand must be steady when practicing swordsmanship." Shen Que held the sword hilt and thrust it straight out.
"The sword must be drawn quickly."
"Here, lend me your sword."
Jiang Yuemian took the sword from Shen Que, intending to demonstrate it to him. She smiled casually at Shen Que, her lips slightly raised, and said, "Watch carefully."
As soon as she finished speaking, her aura changed instantly. Her eyes flashed like lightning, and the sword in her hand shot out fiercely as if it had a life of its own. The sword wind swept past, cutting off a strand of her black hair, but she was completely unaware, her eyes only seeing the sharp sword light.
Then, while Shen Que was stunned, he suddenly flipped in mid-air, sending the sword flying into the scabbard at Shen Que's waist. As his black hair danced wildly, the smile on the Immortal Venerable's lips became even more radiant, and then he said, "Watch carefully?"
Shen Que was shocked by Jiang Yuemian's fierce sword move. He felt that if someone was born to learn swordsmanship, it must be Jiang Yuemian. He stared at Jiang Yuemian, and before he knew it, a fire called "Jiang Yuemian" was raging in his heart.
...
"call!"
Finally, time to rest, 001. Did your faith points increase today?
[Mianmian~ Yes, yes, there are 7 more points today.]
Jiang Yuemian shook her head; it was still too little.
As she muttered this, she picked up the communication slip at her waist and received a reply from her third senior sister: each refining material should be extracted separately, and then fusion materials should be added.
It turned out that Jiang Yuemian had sent a message to her third senior sister last night, and finally received a reply at noon today.
She was a woman of action.
She took out the materials needed to refine the magic weapon one by one from her storage bag and arranged them in order from her left. In front of her was a refining furnace that her third senior sister had once given her.
[Mianmian~ Keep going!! The dawn of victory is just around the corner! /chicken out]
She nodded.
Preparations for weapon forging have begun.
The first one.
She slowly used her spiritual power to extract the essence from it. Wood-type spiritual power was the most suitable, as it was the most compatible force with the information of nature.
Looking at the spiritual herb that was almost successfully extracted, she thought to herself, "It'll be quick."
Soon, the first extraction was successful.
Next up is the second spiritual herb.
...
Finally, all that was left was Xiang Rong. She was sweating profusely. Refining weapons was indeed a meticulous task. For someone who wasn't usually that careful about her own life, refining weapons was extremely difficult.
She carefully used her spiritual power to lift the compatibility into the air and began to extract it little by little.
She had just breathed a sigh of relief when half of the extraction was complete when a sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, dark gas started to emerge from the compatibility chamber, and the extraction progress began to regress.
No, if this continues, the whole process will be wasted.
So, Jiang Yuemian gritted her teeth, wrapped the spirit herb with even finer spiritual energy, and slowly began to repair it. Only when the black aura that had tricked the spirit herb disappeared and the extraction progress began to pick up again did she feel relieved.
In the blink of an eye, the compatibility was successfully extracted.
She placed the various essences, arranged in order, into the refining furnace.
Her expression remained tense. As each dose of essence was added, the fusion was visible to the naked eye. The final dose of compatible extract blended seamlessly with the others.
Jiang Yuemian felt a sense of relief; the final step was refining the product, which would take five hours. If successful, she could see it the next day.
So Jiang Yuemian and 001 took turns working, but at the last moment, a problem still occurred in the refining process.
Large amounts of spiritual energy instantly enveloped the alchemy furnace, but it was as if there were living beings inside, desperately trying to break free.
Outside, large swaths of dark clouds gathered, instantly turning the sky above the small courtyard into a pitch-black color.
A flash of lightning appeared in the dark clouds, signaling the impending strike of a lightning tribulation.
Her heart sank, but before she could prepare herself, lightning struck.
"Clang—" It struck the refining furnace.
The disciples of Liwen Palace also noticed the unusual phenomenon in the sky, and they began to discuss it:
"Who has been promoted? Ha! What a grand gesture!"
"This tribulation looks even fiercer than the tribulation for the Golden Core stage. Could it be for the Nascent Soul stage?"
"I think this tribulation lightning looks like some kind of celestial artifact has been born."
The magical artifacts are categorized into mortal-grade, earth-grade, heaven-grade, immortal-grade, and divine artifacts.
"A celestial artifact! Judging from this direction, could it be a Celestial Venerable?"
Meanwhile, Xiao Mingjue squinted at the strange phenomenon. Xiao Wu had really stirred things up this time.
...
"This lightning tribulation is coming with great force. Could it be that I have forged some amazing magic weapon?" Jiang Yuemian muttered to herself, but she did not dare to stop her hands. One rain cover after another was formed from spiritual power.
[Mianmian! There's another bolt of lightning over there!]
She quickly threw another burst of spiritual energy in that direction.
But before one problem was solved, another arose. The magical artifact in the refining furnace was about to take shape when it suddenly flew from the ground into the air. Before Jiang Yuemian could react, it burst through the door, leaving only a small shadow behind.
!!
[Mianmian! Hurry and chase after them!!]
Jiang Yuemian quickly sat up from the ground and chased after it in a panic. The refining furnace stopped on the back mountain.
"Well, you're pretty fast." Jiang Yuemian wiped the sweat from her forehead and cast a spiritual energy shield to cover it.
The magical artifact being forged suddenly broke out of the furnace, but its specific appearance could not be seen; it was a wisp of blue mist.
It flew unsteadily to Jiang Yuemian's side.
Just as Jiang Yuemian was about to make a move, a bolt of purple lightning struck down from the sky, interrupting her action.
Jiang Yuemian quickly jumped away from it, and the wisp of blue mist swayed aggrievedly upon seeing this.
"You stay there, or don't blame me for not showing mercy," Jiang Yuemian threatened, and her men hurriedly began to set up an array.
Seeing this, the wisp of blue mist no longer felt aggrieved and obediently floated in mid-air, becoming strangely docile.
Jiang Yuemian pursed her lips, looked at her empty storage bag, and twitched her lips: this defensive array has emptied her storage bag.
I'll have to ask my senior brother to give her some more later.
As she thought this, a golden lightning bolt, even more ferocious than the previous thunder, struck the newly set-up formation.
She quickly sat up straight and released her spiritual power to prepare for the tribulation of lightning. The wisp of mist obediently lay beside her.
One.
Two paths.
Forty-nine.
A total of forty-nine bolts of lightning struck down, and the carefully arranged defensive formation finally completed its final mission, disappearing with a "pop".
Then the dark clouds dispersed, and the entire back mountain was restored to brightness.
"Phew, it's finally over. This tribulation lightning was really something, there were forty-nine strikes! I want to see what this finished product looks like." Jiang Yuemian took a breath and picked up the completed magic weapon from the side. 001 also eagerly watched.
But wait, what? It's long and thin? Why does it look so much like a pen?
Jiang Yuemian suddenly opened her eyes and saw that what she was holding in front of her was a long, thin writing brush with a black and gold handle. On it were clearly written: "The Sacred Brush of the Examination Official".
"......"
What the hell is this? Is this some kind of celestial artifact?
She's so ugly. Just seeing those words reminds me of all the days and nights she spent studying in the library. It's all so heartbreaking.
Jiang Yuemian, feeling a pang of sadness, tucked the exam-prep pen into her storage bag. She was a little hungry after working for so long.
"Roll~"
A meaty aroma wafted over, and Jiang Yuemian felt like she was hallucinating from hunger.
"Mianmian! Mianmian! It's not a hallucination! Look!"
She looked in the direction 001 was pointing and saw a turkey lying not far away, struck by lightning.
Then it scrambled to its feet and ran over with a clatter, the turkey still steaming.
"......"
......
Half an incense stick later, Jiang Yuemian, carrying a turkey, swaggered into Chen Que's courtyard with 001.
Shen Que, who was struggling with a word problem, turned around when he heard a familiar voice and saw Jiang Yuemian with messy hair and tattered clothes covered in holes from being struck by lightning.
In her hand, she was holding an unidentified object that smelled of meat.
"......"
He paused, suppressing a laugh: "What brings the Immortal Venerable here?"
"Well, I came here to have a casual meal with you, and also to test how your studies are going." Jiang Yuemian maintained her immortal demeanor, unwilling to admit that she was actually craving food.
"Look, I remember you said you wanted to be my disciple. I suppose you've already learned how to cook. Your future master wants to eat hot pot chicken, so hurry up and make it."
Upon hearing this, Shen Que was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up: "Immortal Venerable, rest assured, I will definitely make this dish well. However, I have never heard of how to make hot pot chicken."
"Ahem...it's hot pot chicken..."
......
Jiang Yuemian, who had just tidied up, chatted with 001. If 001 hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have realized that her image had lost all the dignity of a master in front of her future apprentice.
Thankfully, Shen Que didn't bring it up, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing!
Since that's the case, let's just pretend nothing happened, hehe.
[Mianmian~ Are you really sure you want to take Chen Que as your disciple? Your disciple is going to win first place at the Qingyun Tournament. Failure will have serious consequences~]
Of course, Ah Que is exceptionally talented, good-looking, and can cook. Where else can you find such a good apprentice?
[I suspect you just believe he's good-looking and can cook. /sigh]
How could that be? Ah Que has so many good points, who wouldn't like Ah Que?
Besides, I, Jiang Yuemian, am the best in the world!
Even a stubborn rock can be transformed into a unique gem, let alone Ah Que, who is so obedient and well-behaved that he is easy to teach.
[Really? / Doubtful]
001 was delighted to receive a flick on the forehead and exclaimed "Ouch!"
Over there, Shen Que was making hot pot chicken according to Jiang Yuemian's instructions.
The first step is to cut the chicken into small pieces.
Heat oil in a wok, add chopped scallions, ginger, and garlic, and stir-fry until fragrant. Then remove the garlic and garlic from the wok, add chili peppers and sauce, and stir-fry until fragrant.
Next, add fresh chicken and stir-fry until the moisture evaporates, then add water to boil.
While he was at it, he put some of his favorite side dishes into the cleaned copper pot. Jiang Yuemian had told him all of this, and he did his best to prepare it.
Oh, right, speaking of the copper pot, Jiang Yuemian found it in her storage bag. As for why she had it, I suppose the original owner of this body was also a foodie.
Jiang Yuemian's stomach was already rumbling from waiting in the courtyard, and the aroma wafting out made her mouth water.
001 was also clamoring for the food to be served quickly, but only Jiang Yuemian could hear her.
When the young man placed the steaming copper pot in front of Jiang Yuemian, she couldn't wait to take a bite.
As soon as Jiang Yuemian tasted the meat, her eyes lit up, and she praised him from the bottom of her heart: "Ah Que, I really didn't expect you to cook so well. I declare that you are the new generation of culinary god of Liwen Palace."
"I'm glad you like it, Immortal Venerable." Shen Que's face flushed slightly; he was a little embarrassed to accept such a straightforward compliment.
[Ugh! Mianmian! Mianmian! I want some too!]
While Shen Que wasn't looking, Jiang Yuemian secretly threw the meat into the bowl, and the piece of meat disappeared little by little.
Just as everyone was enjoying themselves, a spoilsport voice rang out: "Eating?"
A note from the author:
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If nothing unexpected happens, I should update around 9 PM from now on [cat head emoji]. I want to try and ride the wave of metaphysics.
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