The world of cultivation values privacy more than the secular world. Most cultivators have their own secrets, whether they're techniques, treasures, or other shameful secrets. Therefore, there's an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation: if a cultivator is caught peeping at others, they'll be severely punished, ranging from having their dantian destroyed to losing their life.
Wen Ziqing was indeed unfamiliar with the rules of the cultivation world, but seeing Wen Zhu trying so hard to suppress his panic, he quickly understood what was going on. Wen Ziqing ignored Wen Zhu's accusations, glanced at him calmly, and said, "I thought there were some scoundrels outside."
A scoundrel? Wen Zhu's face flushed red. His actions just now were certainly not above board, and Wen Ziqing's scolding was not unjust.
"Please forgive me, Senior Brother. I won't dare do it again." Seeing that Wen Ziqing was not easy to fool, Wen Zhu had to admit his mistake. If he continued to be stubborn, Wen Zhu was afraid that Wen Ziqing would do something unexpected. If he alarmed Baopu Taoist, who had just returned to "Qingzhu Xiaolu" in the middle of the night, his life would not be enough to compensate for it.
Seeing that Wen Zhu had finally calmed down, Wen Ziqing ignored him and sat down at the round table by the window to eat his breakfast.
After putting a spoonful of thick white porridge into his mouth, Wen Ziqing couldn't help but be stunned.
What delicacies had Wen Ziqing not tasted in his two lifetimes? But none could compare to the bowl of white porridge he was enjoying right now. The round rice grains, cooked into porridge, didn't burst, merely swelled slightly. A bite of it offered a chewy, smooth texture. Especially after chewing it thoroughly and swallowing it, within three seconds, a warm current rose from his dantian.
"Brother Wen, the Peak Master really loves you. This is the spiritual rice that the servants of our Yushan Sect have worked hard to grow. Eating a bowl of it can add a bit of spiritual energy to your body!" Wen Zhu saw that although Wen Ziqing had no expression on his face, his slow chewing action showed how seriously Wen Ziqing took the spiritual rice, so he couldn't help but show off his "knowledge" aloud.
Wen Ziqing ignored Wen Zhu's display and slowly ate his bowl of porridge. In reality, he was carefully savoring the warmth, or perhaps even the spiritual energy, contained within the porridge. The longer he savored it, the clearer his eyes became.
So...his little girl had been helping him so long ago? His little girl was so considerate even when helping others, silently, never mentioning it in front of him. If he hadn't come into contact with the world of cultivation today, he might never have understood the little girl's painstaking efforts in his lifetime.
A smile appeared on Wen Ziqing's lips.
Wen Ziqing remembered seven years ago, when he had just arrived in Zhaojiagou to learn martial arts from Zhao Qingshan. Several nights, Wen Ziqing would feel a warm current coursing through his body while he slept—warm, gentle, and slowly, washing over his internal organs. Wen Ziqing tried several times to open his eyes to see what was happening, but for some reason, despite being usually alert, he couldn't.
In his previous life, Wen Ziqing had been trained to use subconscious stimulation to force himself awake from a coma, but such methods were harmful to his body. The warm air flow made Wen Ziqing feel very comfortable. He could not sense the owner of the air flow's ill will towards him. He lay there, enjoying the feeling of being washed by the air flow, not wanting to wake up at all.
Each time the warm air washed over him, a gentle hand would stroke his hair, gently and carefully rubbing the top of his head, just like he'd stroked the fur of his own cat as a child. Then, the owner of the air would pour a stream of cool white air onto his forehead. It was refreshing, like a sip of ice water on a hot summer day, making Wen Ziqing feel a pleasurable shiver in his soul. With that comforting feeling, Wen Ziqing fell into a deep sleep again.
After waking up the next day, Wen Ziqing felt that his body had changed a lot. Not only did he feel much lighter when walking, but his mind was also particularly clear. The punches he threw out during boxing practice in the morning also sounded much more powerful.
Is that warm current the spiritual energy?
Wen Ziqing initially wondered if the person who appeared in his room at night was Zhao Qingshan? Taking advantage of his sleep, he used the special method inherited from his Zhao family to open up his meridians. But Wen Ziqing quickly dismissed this idea. If it was Zhao Qingshan, there was no way Zhao Qingshan's skills were inferior to Wen Ziqing's.
Before meeting a cultivator, Wen Ziqing had believed Zhou Yuanyuan to be a "supernatural being." After all, the first time Zhou Yuanyuan eliminated an evil spirit, Wen Ziqing had gone along to bolster his courage. Now it seemed that Zhou Yuanyuan was indeed a cultivator, and the person who had infused spiritual energy into him was Zhou Yuanyuan.
Thinking of this, Wen Ziqing was very happy. The little girl he wanted to protect so much turned out to be very powerful and was secretly helping him! This feeling was really good!
Wen Zhu saw that Wen Ziqing was just drinking porridge with his head down and didn't say anything, so she didn't dare to say anything more.
Wen Zhu wanted to curry favor with Wen Ziqing. After all, in Wen Zhu's opinion, Wen Ziqing was the most beloved disciple of Taoist Baopu, a disciple who could enjoy the spiritual rice before even becoming a disciple. Even if Taoist Baopu accepted more disciples in the future, Wen Zhu felt that it was impossible for anyone to surpass Wen Ziqing.
After returning to the mountain last night, Taoist Baopu specifically called Wenzhu over to ask a few questions. After hearing Wenzhu say that Wen Ziqing had fallen asleep, Taoist Baopu was silent for a while. Then he gave Wenzhu over a hundred kilograms of spiritual rice and instructed her to have the cook make porridge for Wen Ziqing every morning.
Wenzhu was shocked, but did not dare to ask anything. In Jinping Peak, no one dared to question any decision of Taoist Baopu to his face.
This kind of spiritual rice is difficult to cultivate. The entire Yushan Sect, with its thousands of acres of spiritual fields, only yields a little over 3,000 kilograms of spiritual rice annually. Given Taoist Baopu's status within the sect, his annual allotment of spiritual rice is only around 300 kilograms. This year, with the spiritual rice distribution season already over half a year away, this 100 or so kilograms might be Taoist Baopu's entire stockpile.
When a cultivator reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, they no longer need to derive energy from food. This is especially true of grains and vegetables grown with modern fertilizers, which can leave harmful impurities in the body. Therefore, cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage rarely eat, relying on absorbing spiritual energy daily to provide the nutrients they need.
But this magical rice is different from other foods.
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