Chapter 13: Revisiting the Monument

"Brother, Brother Nanwang!"

The Lingzhi Sword flew halfway across the mountain gate and finally found the sneaky Nanwang at the place where they had eaten chicken together before.

Nan Wang held a wooden bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand. He sat on a stone tablet with his head buried, eating noodles with a slurp.

Hearing the sound, he looked up:

"Fifth Junior Sister! Why are you here? Is your confinement period over?"

"Humph, what confinement period? I won't listen to Senior Brother!" Lingzhi said angrily, "Senior Brother Nanwang, you are such a jerk. Not only did you run around everywhere, but you also didn't bring my carrier bird with you. It really made it hard for me to find you! I...what is this? It smells so good..."

The aroma of the food seemed to have magical power, and in a blink of an eye Lingzhi forgot the purpose of his trip.

She looked at the pot of noodles and the pot of spicy food in Nanwang's hands and swallowed hard.

This aroma is different from the aroma of roast chicken. It is a very novel and stimulating smell.

"Stir-fried chicken noodles, would you like a bowl?"

Nanwang attentively served Lingzhi a small bowl of noodles and poured a large spoonful of stir-fried chicken offal on it. Before handing it to Lingzhi, he suddenly thought of a question:

"Wait a minute, the stir-fried chicken is spicy. I added a lot of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns. You might not be able to handle spicy food...Try eating a little first. If you can't handle it, don't eat it."

"I can do it! I have always paid great attention to my body, so I am not afraid of poison!"

Lingzhi clumsily picked up the chopsticks, imitating Nanwang's gestures, and reluctantly picked up a few noodles and some chicken offal and stuffed them into his mouth.

"ah!"

My tongue hurts!

Is this what spicy means?

Lingzhi's face was twisted by the spiciness, but he was unwilling to spit out the food in his mouth. Instead, he chewed it faster.

The stir-fried chicken offal is filled with plenty of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns. It is spicy and numbing, yet fresh and crispy. It is so delicious when eaten with noodles that you can't stop eating it.

Lingzhi quickly finished the noodles in the bowl, wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, and handed the bowl back to Nanwang:

"It's so delicious, brother! Another bowl please, brother!"

Nanwang then served her another bowl.

The big pot of noodles quickly went into the stomachs of the two people and the rabbit.

After eating and drinking, An Nuo glanced at the spiritual branch, then turned into white mist and disappeared.

"You're leaving now?"

Nan Wang grabbed his shoulders, grabbed a lot of air, and sighed helplessly.

He didn't know what was wrong with An Nuo's inability to show himself in front of outsiders. He had often gone to the library to read books since he was a menial disciple, but to this day, he had not found any book with symptoms similar to An Nuo's.

"Senior Brother Nanwang, hiccup, where on earth did you find so many delicious foods? You are so amazing..."

Lingzhi was just about to praise Nanwang a few words, but for some reason his eyes suddenly noticed the stone tablet under Nanwang.

The last time I came here, there was no stone tablet.

Now it exists, and it is obviously man-made.

There are a few large characters written on the stone tablet: "Tomb of the Southern Beast".

Revisiting the old place, Nanwang just sat on the grave of his spirit beast and ate noodles.

"...Too amazing, Senior Brother, you, you are really amazing."

Lingzhi said in shock.

She and her Seven Secrets Linglong Heart were completely convinced by Nan Wang.

Nan Wang smiled shyly and said modestly, "It's nothing, it's not a difficult task. I bought the chicken offal and spices from the mortal world after going down the mountain, and I planted the vegetables myself in the wasteland. There is enough spiritual energy inside the mountain gate, so the vegetables will mature quickly if I plant some."

Compared to these simple things, he can also make many more complicated meals.

Nan Wang's only hobby besides his hard work was food. In his spare time, he often studied delicious food in his rented house. He knew how to cook all the famous culinary techniques.

Chinese style, Western style, European style...as long as he has the tools, Nanwang can make it.

However, he was stuck at the tools step.

He could still find a way to buy simple woks and spatulas in the mortal world, or simply make them himself. Although they were a bit ugly, they could still be used.

If it gets more complicated, he really won't be able to deal with it.

To bake a cake, you need an oven; to grill, you need a grill...It is said that a good cook cannot cook without rice; without a rice cooker, rice alone will not do.

After traveling through time for ten years and leading a life of asceticism, Nanwang's foodie soul can hardly be restrained.

Recently, perhaps because the two hens that he had been reluctant to eat had aroused his appetite, Nan Wang always dreamed about the pancake stall downstairs of his previous life’s company.

The fragrant pancakes are filled with ham, eggs, fried dough sticks, lettuce, and drizzled with a slightly spicy sweet and salty sauce. One bite and you'll be amazed.

I woke up drooling.

And I bit my tongue, it hurt a lot.

Well, this pancake is not something difficult to make. As long as he has the tools, he can make it.

if only……

Nan Wang's gaze fell on Lingzhi, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The fifth sister in the original novel will become an unprecedented master of weapon refining in the future, and will be able to refine top-grade magical weapons with ease.

If I can refine top-grade magical instruments, then a small pancake pan... shouldn't be a problem, right?

If you are a little more daring, the principles of ovens, hot pots, and grills are actually very simple. In the world of immortal cultivation, there are formations that can generate heat and light as long as spiritual energy is injected into them, and these appliances can be used without electricity.

Is there a possibility that he could ask Fifth Junior Sister to help him make some kitchen utensils?

"Fifth, Fifth Junior Sister..."

Nan Wang rubbed his hands and was about to speak to test the water, but he saw the fifth sister suddenly stand up from the ground and let out a scream.

"Ahhh I forgot!!"

"Brother Wuwuwu, hurry up and follow me!"

Lingzhi grabbed Nanwang, summoned his magic sword, and jumped up.

"Junior sister???"

Before Nan Wang could even say no, he was pulled up to the sky by the spiritual branch.

This is what it means to reach heaven in one second.

This time the experience was even more exaggerated than the last time he rode the fairy crane. When the fairy crane was around, Nan Wang could hold onto its feathers to maintain his balance. Although when he landed, the fairy crane, which had had several of its feathers plucked out, would madly poke his butt in revenge, that was still much better than the current situation—

A hundred meters high, the clouds and fog are so thick that you can't even see the ground when you look down.

There is no solid ground under the feet, only the extremely thin spirit sword occupying a tiny space on the sole of the shoe.

This scene gives people a strong feeling that if they move their feet even a little bit, they will fall from a great height and become paralyzed from the waist down.

Nanwang: “…”

My eyes went dark.

"I hope I can catch up. No, no, no, I must catch up!"

Lingzhi touched his chest and stomped his feet in dissatisfaction after realizing that Qi Liao Linglong had no guilt at all.

The evil Qi Shu Ling Long Xin went on strike the moment he arrived in front of Senior Brother Nan Wang.

But it’s really delicious, woo woo.

The spirit sword under his feet felt the anger of the spirit branch and trembled a few times.

Nan Wang, who was already extremely frightened, really went dark this time—he completely lost consciousness at an altitude of 100 meters.