"Many medicinal herbs in the valley are of poor quality and do not meet the acceptance standards of major medicinal herb merchants, so we raise a large number of golden pheasants to deal with these scraps." Fang Xuan noticed Ji Mo Fan's gaze and explained to him in a calm and casual manner.
"Xiao Huang has been having a poor appetite lately, so I stole one for him."
Ji Mofan felt a little relieved.
Thankfully, this was just a one-time treat, not a chance to eat this well every day.
Even so, Ji Mofan gained a completely new understanding of the wealth of Changfeng Valley.
It's not shameful for the disciples of Yuncang Sword Sect to lose. After all, who can withstand an opponent who was initially evenly matched with them, only to suddenly pull out a bunch of miraculous pills when both sides are exhausted in the middle of the fight?
It's unethical, but it's definitely useful.
Fang Xian suddenly reached out and grabbed Ji Mofan's hand.
Ji Mofan blinked.
"Your pulse is disordered. Your injuries are indeed not just from when you faced Qingluan that day. I can sense the fire elemental energy." Through the layers of gauze wrapped around his arm, Fang Xian pressed on his joints, feeling his pulse.
"Your Yuncang Sword Sect really doesn't care about you at all." He frowned in annoyance.
"What if they let me, a perfectly evenly matched opponent, die out?"
Jimo Fan: ......
"Alright, I promised you'd keep the demon core safe for me." He guiltily withdrew his hand.
Can I tell you? I actually managed to kill it once while trying to raise it.
"Pills alone are not enough. I'll prepare a tub of hot water and ask my senior sister for some more medicinal herbs so I can give you a medicinal bath," Fang Xuan said, resting his chin on his hand in thought.
"And you're too thin." He looked at Ji Mofan in front of him.
“I have been fasting for a long time,” said Ji Mofan.
Once a cultivator enters the Golden Core stage, they can no longer rely solely on their appetite to obtain the energy their body needs.
Ji Mofan used to be so busy that he had to cut back on sleep time to meditate, so of course he wouldn't resort to such an inefficient way to replenish his energy.
"No, with your physique, what if I punch you to pieces on the ring?" Fang Xian shook his head.
“During your recuperation in Changfeng Valley, you ate whatever I told you to eat for every meal.”
Ji Mofan was somewhat taken aback.
Although it doesn't seem quite right...
But why did he feel that Fang Xian's demeanor was somewhat like that of a father scrutinizing a son he hadn't seen in a long time?
Although Ji Mofan never had parents, he inexplicably felt that if they did, they would probably be just like this, long-winded and nagging.
It is said that a teacher for a day is a father for life, but Shen Yun never treated him with that attitude.
The closest they ever got was when he practiced swordsmanship, and he would occasionally offer guidance.
However, Ji Mofan was very quick to learn, so Shen Yun gradually stopped paying attention to him and even asked Ji Mofan, who was not much better than Jian at the time, to instruct other disciples.
He felt perfectly justified in pushing his own work onto a teenager, but Ji Mofan was actually quite happy at the time, thinking it was a sign that his master trusted him.
Fang Xian pushed Ji Mofan into a side room in his courtyard and then closed the door.
He was instructed not to come out until he had soaked for at least half an hour.
Ji Mofan stared at the pot of dark, bubbling, and intensely bitter liquid in front of him...
He felt that Fang Xian still wanted to take the opportunity to murder him.
*
Jimo Fan rarely feels that time has been so long.
After taking the pill made from the Azure Phoenix Demon Core, he soaked in the medicine tub for half an hour, and it felt as if all the suffering he had ever endured in his life was replaying before his eyes.
But he also clearly felt that his body, which had gradually withered due to overwork, was being watered and blossomed again little by little.
After circulating his spiritual energy through his meridians for a few cycles, Ji Mofan slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a breath of stale air, his vision becoming somewhat blurry.
He belatedly realized that there was a layer of frost on his eyelashes.
The medicinal liquid in the bucket had completely cooled down, and when he got up, he even brought out some ice shards, all caused by his ice spirit root.
Ji Mo Fannian felt his body become lighter.
Unlike the last time he spent half a day in the spiritual spring, when his spirit was cleansed.
At this time, the body receives nourishment.
Moreover, Ji Mofan, who had been fasting for many years, surprisingly felt the emotion of "hunger".
...Perhaps it was also because the smell coming from outside was just too delicious.
After dressing again, Ji Mofan pushed open the door in front of him.
Then he saw Fang Xian, who was covered in dirt.
His dark green robe with arrow-sleeved sleeves had been stained a dull gray, but he was in a good mood, squatting beside a campfire, enthusiastically turning over the food roasting on it.
The fragrance is coming from there.
"Huh? It's been half an hour already?" Fang Xuan turned his head and saw him, casually picking out a roasted chicken leg from the side and tossing it to him.
Ji Mofan was forced to accept, but the image of Little Yellow gnawing on a golden pheasant at the door flashed through his mind.
“This isn’t the one Xiao Huang ate earlier; that one has very low nutritional value.” Fang Xian didn’t even turn to look at him, but seemed to have guessed his concerns. “This is a new one I just stole from my senior brother who raises chickens.”
Jimo Fan: ......
“Your senior brother is truly blessed to have you,” he said.
Then, quite honestly, he took a bite of the chicken in his hand.
Mmm, smells good.
Moreover, it's a rare type with clean meat and few impurities.
The reason why cultivators practice fasting is because ordinary foods often contain impurities that the human body cannot absorb.
Then you'll have to use your internal energy to expel impurities from all parts of your body, which will not only waste time but also make you look dirty.
It's not worth it at all.
That being said, it was actually because Ji Mo Fan had never eaten anything good in his previous life.
When he was a child, he was a homeless person, and his biggest worry every day was what to eat for the next meal. This made him feel depressed whenever he thought about food.
Later, when I arrived at the Yunlan Sword Sect, I was taught that cultivators must abandon all desires and eat only the simplest meals every day, with very little food and seasoning.
If the food wasn't tasty, he naturally wouldn't bother wasting his energy, and when he was able to fast, he didn't hesitate at all.
"I think so too." Fang Xian's voice brought Ji Mofan back to his senses.
"Besides roast chicken, there's also roast fish, which is also raised in our Changfeng Valley." He took the golden-brown roasted fish off the fire, tore off half of it, and gave it to Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan always felt like some kind of small animal, sitting here waiting for Fang Xuan to feed him bite by bite.
It received the same treatment as the little yellow dog lying on the other side.
But the barbecue was indeed delicious, so Ji Mofan decided to ignore the awkwardness.
"Fang Xian!!"
A deafening roar came from outside the courtyard, so loud that Ji Mofan almost dropped the roasted meat in his hand.
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