Transplantation
The journey is long.
The immortal sects are far removed from the mortal world, and apart from the nearby Ten Thousand Swords Manor, they have very little contact with the mortal realm.
The two of them, along with Benben, traveled for four or five days and were still within the territory of the Immortal Gate.
The capital city was quite far away, so the two of them decided to rest after their long journey.
There are inns at the foot of the mountain, and judging from their decor, they are in the style of a sect.
The shopkeeper here comes from Mount Futu. When he was young, he was sent to the Immortal Sect as an outer disciple. The conditions for entering the inner sect were too strict, so he simply returned to his hometown and made a living by trading.
The waiter in the shop was exceptionally kind to the people from the immortal sect, and eagerly brewed tea for them.
Benben maintained his human form, and the demonic power in his body had been almost completely neutralized by Master Xuantong. He spent his days in the peach grove and smelled of peaches.
"It doesn't taste good." It was bitter and astringent, and Benben couldn't stand it, so he frowned.
Demons express their emotions quite directly; they either like something or they dislike it.
Benben touched the small bag, put the transparent gel into the cup, it dissolved, and after taking another sip, it wasn't bitter anymore.
He collected peach gum in the peach orchard; he collected a lot, filling a whole bag.
The bitter tea tasted much better, so a few pieces were added to the master's and the Moon Fairy's cups.
"What do you want to eat?" Lin Yueyao asked Rong Yan.
It was his first time eating at the inn, and he didn't know how to order, so he said, "I'll eat whatever my senior sister eats."
The waiter handed them the menu and let them choose their dishes.
Lin Yueyao flipped through the menu, and the names of the dishes were increasingly strange.
Benben snatched it away, "I'll do it." He randomly pointed at things, "This and this, and all of these, I don't want any of them, and three more bowls of rice."
"Ouch—" Benben cried out in pain as he received a punch to the head.
"Idiot, you ordered so much, can you even finish it?" Rong Yan withdrew his hand and straightened his cuffs.
"You can pack up any leftovers." Lin Yueyao said, her portable spirit pouch being a walking storage bag that could hold anything.
Benben stuck her tongue out at him. With the Moon Fairy backing her up, she could eat whatever she wanted.
The dishes were served: braised pig's head, braised chicken feet, salt and pepper pig's trotters, braised pork belly, sesame dried pork, spicy duck neck, poached chicken, salt-baked chicken, cumin roasted chicken...
It's all meat!
"Eat up, eat up!" Benben couldn't wait any longer, rubbing his hands together and urging everyone to start eating.
The two of them slowly started eating, while Benben ate extremely fast, devouring everything in a flash, gnawing on a pig's trotter with one hand and holding a chicken foot with the other.
Rice splashed into the bowl, and Rong Yan yelled, "Can't you be a little more civilized?"
Lin Yueyao replied, "He's still young, why are you making a fuss about it?"
Rong Yan was indignant. Why did his senior sister always side with this stupid wolf?
In front of him, Lin Yueyao picked up a large piece of meat with her chopsticks and put it into Benben's bowl.
Rong Yan stared in disbelief, stuck his chopsticks into the rice, and angrily stuffed a large mouthful into it.
Benben ate happily, but Rong Yan was sulking. Looking at his senior sister, she ate slowly and calmly.
His thoughts drifted to a place where he had seen his senior sister's memories in the secret realm. Back then, she was often hungry and cold, and her mother even...
But now, my senior sister is calm and collected, always appearing indifferent to everything and showing no interest in anything.
He had seen his senior sister angry, but she rarely showed joy or happiness.
Not to mention being jealous.
Jealous?
If that day ever comes, what will it be like?
Rong Yan dared not think any further. When he came to his senses, the table was empty, and the plates were licked clean.
He's not full yet! Damn idiot.
"Get some rest, we'll be on our way tomorrow morning." Lin Yueyao wiped her lips, left the table, took the key, and went up to the private room on the second floor.
Benben, round and plump from eating, followed closely behind him upstairs.
After washing up and changing my clothes, I felt sleepy and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the bed.
In the middle of the night, Benben, who was a restless sleeper, woke him up.
With some time to go before dawn, Rong Yan, unable to sleep, simply got dressed and left his room.
The shopkeeper hadn't gotten up yet, so he wandered around and went down to the kitchen.
The fruits and vegetables were still fresh, and the meat was preserved with ice crystals, so it felt cool to the touch.
There was a bag of flour in the corner, which came in handy.
Pour in the flour, mix it with the dough, knead it into a round ball, and set it aside upside down on a plate.
Remove the fat from the fresh pork, mince it along with scallions, ginger, and garlic, then take a handful of kneaded dough, wrap the minced meat inside, and press it into a patty shape.
He heated the wok and lit a fire, casting a spell to make the fire burn brightly in the stove. While it was still hot, he added a little lard to the wok.
Place the raw dough pieces one by one on the bottom of the pot, keeping a close watch on the firewood. The fire shouldn't be too big, otherwise the outside of the meat patties will burn while the meat filling inside remains raw.
Heat over medium heat and slowly bake.
He doesn't add oil to the pancakes, but he likes to add a little in the pan. The outside is crispy and sizzling with oil. When you take a bite, the crispy crust crumbles down and you have to catch it with your hand.
The aroma of minced meat wafted out, and the early-rising shopkeeper and his family entered the kitchen, where they found him busy working alone.
The shopkeeper's wife exclaimed, "Getting up so early, young man is so diligent!"
"I can't sleep, so I'll make some breakfast for everyone. Shopkeeper, have some." He stood by the stove and the pot, his hands covered in flour, which made them slightly white.
Smelling the aroma, the couple couldn't resist taking some and went outside to eat.
After a large batch of meat pies was made, the waiters and accountants appeared one after another and distributed them to everyone, leaving five or six meat pies behind.
He came out of the kitchen carrying a meat pie.
The shopkeeper's wife, along with everyone else, praised his cooking skills.
Rong Yan smiled and carried the plate upstairs.
When I got to my senior's door, I knocked on the door, but there was no response.
"Senior sister?" I knocked again, but there was still no response.
Thinking he was fast asleep, Rong Yan suddenly saw a flash of inspiration inside, with intense light leaking from the crack in the door. Feeling the surging power, Rong Yan's hands wobbled, and the meat pie almost fell to the ground.
After the light went out and the room returned to silence, Rong Yan, feeling worried, pushed open the door without permission.
Lin Yueyao sat cross-legged inside the room, her eyes closed, with the question in front of her.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the senior sister's forehead.
After a long while, Lin Yueyao opened her eyes and removed the defensive barrier.
"Senior sister, you've reached the Golden Core stage?"
She hummed in agreement or two, which meant that she had successfully formed her core.
Rong Yan's breath hitched, and he made up his mind to cultivate diligently. "I made some meat pies, Senior Sister, have some."
Lin Yueyao wiped her face, washed up, and ate the meat pie he had made. "Call Benben over."
That guy was fast asleep and couldn't be woken up no matter what.
Rong Yan turned around to call for help. When he returned to the room, Benben was already awake. He pounced on him and sniffed around everywhere.
"It smells so good, what did you make, Master?"
Rong Yan tapped him on the forehead, "If you dare to take anything from your senior sister in her room, you're dead."
Benben rushed into the room. Lin Yueyao had almost finished eating, so she told the two of them to continue eating and then left the room.
The master and servant finished their breakfast amidst a scramble, and Lin Yueyao waited for them downstairs.
It was just before dawn, a perfect time to set off.
In the realm of immortals, flying on a sword is not unusual. When they reached a secluded place, Lin Yueyao landed.
She made Benben take human form.
Yesterday's meal came in handy; Benben obediently followed the instructions and returned to his original form.
The brother and sister rode on the back of a wolf, traveling along mountain paths.
After seven or eight days, the group finally arrived at the border of the imperial city.
The mortal realm is not like the fairyland; one cannot use spiritual power at will. Benben must be even more careful.
If he loses control and reveals his true form, he will be beheaded as a monster.
Even though he is a monster.
The long street was bustling with activity, and the group successfully entered the imperial city.
This was Benben's first time visiting a market. His eyes were wide open, as if they were shining, and he was so amazed that he couldn't move.
Both sides of the street sell little trinkets that children like but adults think are useless.
Upon arriving, Lin Yueyao had no idea how to enter the palace. All she saw were guards arresting people one by one along the long street.
As for who was arrested, we're still waiting to see.
The man who was arrested was a young man, and the woman beside him was probably his wife. The man begged for mercy, saying, "My lord, spare my life! I have only been married for a short time and cannot enter the palace."
"You dare disobey the imperial decree?!" The guard grabbed him. "It's your good fortune to be able to enter the palace and serve His Highness!!"
The woman was forcibly pulled and pushed to the ground by the guards.
The three of them could see it clearly, and Benben asked in a low voice, "What are they doing?"
The long street suddenly became much emptier.
The guard noticed the three people in the middle of the road. The tallest woman had an indifferent expression and cold eyes. The short boy, with a rosy complexion, looked about seven or eight years old and timidly hid behind.
The one in the middle has bright eyes and white teeth, and her features exude a refined and elegant air; she is a rare beauty.
The guard was overjoyed. "This pretty boy is quite good. If we capture him and present him to His Highness, His Highness will surely be pleased."
"What are you doing?!" Rong Yan dodged him and hid behind Lin Yueyao.
"Your humble servant is ordered to select a companion for Her Highness the Princess. How dare you disobey?" the guard sneered.
Lin Yueyao blocked his way without flinching, saying, "He's my junior brother. What do you want to do?"
"This is none of your business. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. If you're interfering with His Highness's duties, this general can execute you right now." The guard suddenly drew his sword.
"You must be a palace guard." Lin Yueyao narrowed her eyes slightly, looking him up and down.
"To die by my sword is a blessing you earned in your past life." Lin Yueyao was not afraid at all when the guards made their move.
Wenqing flew out automatically, slashing the sword out of his hand, spinning once in the crowd, and flying back into the scabbard at his waist.
"This...this..." came the astonished voice of his subordinates behind him, followed by the crisp sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground.
The guard's sword was smashed to pieces by Wen Qing, and only half of the hilt remained of his sword. Enraged, he threw the broken sword to the ground.
"This is outrageous!" the guard roared, ready to strike her with his bare hands.
Lin Yueyao neither dodged nor fled. She took out a sword from her pouch, unleashed it, and sliced off the guard's helmet.
"Open your dog eyes and see clearly." The sword was held horizontally in front of him, possessing considerable power.
The dragons on the sword are lifelike, as if they have been reborn.
The guard trembled with fear and was supported by his men. He looked at the sword that had taken his life and felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Even the most obtuse person could understand what it was.
It's just a sword, but it also has the imperial dragon pattern on it, making it the Emperor's Sword!
Since the founding of the dynasty, there have been two imperial swords. One has been passed down through generations and is still in use today. The other has disappeared without a trace, supposedly taken away by a mysterious, invisible master.
Regardless of the truth, the guards were terrified and hurriedly knelt down, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"
Seeing a precious sword is like seeing the emperor.
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