Everyone is still alive in the "Yan Du Xian" (a type of Sichuan hot pot)
The sycamore tree rustled, twisting its branches as if trying to attract Sangye's attention. It had not yet developed the ability to communicate with Sangye's spirit.
Sang Ye was indeed drawn over: "Tongtong, what's wrong?"
As the sycamore tree grew taller, it brought out what was originally buried under the tree, which is now covered by a shallow layer of soil.
Sangye's heart suddenly pounded. She brushed away the dust with her hand, revealing her true form.
It was a vine bound together by many red threads.
Once planted, the Love Wing Vine will attach itself to a nearby tree and grow over several decades. When planting the Love Wing Vine, tie a token of affection from a close person to it with a red thread and bury it together; this token will then become part of the Love Wing Vine.
It can indicate the "lifeline" of a close person: a red line means they are safe and sound, a gray line means they are in critical condition and in urgent need of help, and a black line means death.
More importantly, hold the red thread; the red thread will guide them in the direction they are.
When the Love Vine was planted in Sangye, the people of Shifangwu sent it over with their tokens tied with red thread.
The love vine was only partially visible at this moment, but the red rope encircling it was all glowing.
Sangye was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed, but tears streamed down his cheeks, making him look quite disheveled.
It turns out everyone is still alive.
That day, Shifangwu suffered a great calamity. Faced with the betrayal of other sects and their greed for the spiritual veins, the grandmaster and masters activated the Shifangwu Grand Formation, draining all the spiritual power from the spiritual veins and perishing together with them.
One by one, their figures disappeared in the energy erupting from the destruction of the spiritual veins. Sangye was one of them. She and the others used up their last strength and faced death with equanimity, just like the years they had watched over and helped each other.
But she was transported to this era, and she didn't die.
She always believed that it was her grandmaster who ultimately protected her.
So everyone survived. She wasn't alone in this world after all.
Sangye clutched the love vine, tears streaming down his face, laughing and crying like a madman.
Since transmigrating, almost all of her magical artifacts, except for her grotto and storage ring, have become ineffective.
If her inner world hadn't just broken through, she might have had to wait quite a while to discover the Heart-to-Heart Vine.
What prompted her to make that breakthrough?
The sound of the sycamore tree growing in her dream the night before last was not an illusion, but rather the sycamore tree was indeed in the process of breaking through. If she remembered correctly, the day before last was exactly when Wu Jianing grew her legs.
The real breakthrough this time was that Wu Jianing's legs and feet had all grown back.
However, when healing a guide or sentinel, the mental energy will have a backlash on one's own grotto.
Her breakthrough opportunity actually coincided with her mission on Black Tower Star.
Sangye had already given up hope of a ten-thousand-year prison sentence and had no ability to repay the huge debt; he simply wanted to live out his days in a carefree, unambitious manner on Black Tower Star. Whether he could cure Lin Changli was also up to fate.
But now she suddenly learns that none of her sect members are dead and are still alive and well in this world, perhaps not on this planet, perhaps not in this empire, and perhaps not in the few star systems covered by the empire.
But as long as they live, they will meet again one day. They can then rebuild another "Ten Directions Dock" in the interstellar world.
If she is still serving her sentence, she won't even be able to leave the 0.3 light-year range of Black Tower Star, and she won't be able to find the other members of her sect.
She had checked the data and found that within 0.3 light-years of Black Tower Star, there were only a few artificial satellite resupply stations, which existed specifically as interstellar transport hubs.
A space jump portal as fast as the one she used to get there would be incredibly expensive—not just in terms of money, but also in terms of energy—and not all planets are capable of establishing a direct connection.
Resource transportation between many planets is carried out through interplanetary transport stations, where transport ships resupply and personnel rest.
If she cures Wu Jianing this time, will it be considered as a reduction in her sentence?
After all, Wu Jianing is a guide, not a sentinel of mental riots.
After thinking for a moment, Kuwano decided to go out and check the situation at the terminal.
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When Sangye entered the cave, the artificial sun had just set.
As they emerged from the cave, the artificial sun, mimicking the familiar appearance of Sangye, slowly rose from the horizon.
Such a scene can only be seen at the base.
She remained seated in the cave for the entire night.
But she is no longer a cultivator. If it weren't for her exceptional physical condition, she could have had her legs amputated and grown back.
Kuangye grimaced as he leaned against the wall to stand up. His legs, which were gradually regaining sensation, were filled with a sharp pain and numbness, as if army ants were crawling all over his body.
Once I came to my senses, the aroma of ham had filled the entire kitchen with the warm air and was wafting outwards.
Before even eating, Sangye could feel the abundant spiritual power emanating from the divine beast Dang Kang. It was incredibly domineering and relentlessly charged straight into people's heads.
Bathed in spiritual energy, Sangye's fatigue vanished, and his previously unbearable leg pain quickly subsided.
What Kuwano didn't know was that the base's exhaust system was segmented and centralized, with only the key security areas having independent exhaust systems.
Thanks to the tireless efforts of the oven and ventilation fan throughout the night, the spiritual energy emanating from the ham, along with its aroma, has been transmitted through the exhaust system to the base hospital closest to the kitchen.
The doctors and sentries spent an exceptionally peaceful night inhaling the fragrance and spiritual energy that seemed to emanate from nowhere.
Unaware of what was happening, Kuwano turned off the oven and waited for it to cool down and for the safety system to deactivate before sterilizing herself and going inside.
There is another door inside the oven, behind which is where the hams are hung to dry, to prevent unclean bacteria from entering.
The door opened, and the oven delivered four hams to Sangye via overhead boom, where the spiritual energy was even more concentrated.
Thanks to human technology, the ham was cured overnight.
Even as a guide, Kuwano couldn't help but take a deep breath.
These spiritual energies were all "waste" from the process, so one can imagine how much spiritual energy the real Dang Kang Divine Beast contained.
Sangye cut off the pale green enzymes from the surface of the ham and threw it into the kitchen waste bin prepared by the robot. After a while, the robot would grind it into powder with a hiss.
The ham is a deep reddish-brown color, like a flawless ruby, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and a glossy sheen.
After careful selection, Sangye found a knife about three fingers wide and an arm long. He carefully sliced off a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
The unique sea salt aroma paired with the subtle nutty flavor of Don Kang pork creates a delightful and refreshing taste.
Then I'll make myself a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup for breakfast. I can't let my mouth suffer, no matter what.
Yan Du Xian, as the name suggests, is made by stewing fresh ingredients with pickled ingredients. The word "Du" comes from the "dudu" sound made when stewing.
She used a larger knife to cut off the firmest piece of meat from the ham leg and cut it into small, evenly sized pieces; this is the "cured ingredient." It's not sliced to prevent it from falling apart during stewing.
As for fresh ingredients, they often refer to delicious foods such as bamboo shoots and spare ribs.
Bring a pot of water to a boil, blanch the pork ribs and bamboo shoots, and remove any scum and impurities.
Chop scallions, ginger, garlic, and other spices to remove the fishy smell. Heat the wok and add lard. As usual, first grease the wok by spreading a ring around the edge. Once the oil is hot, immediately add the spices and stir-fry for a few seconds. Then add the spare ribs and stir-fry until fragrant.
Once the spare ribs are golden brown, add ham pieces and pour in a small amount of cooking wine to remove any remaining fishy smell.
When the ham pieces have shrunk slightly, add water and bamboo shoots and simmer together.
This is a dish that sounds complicated, but apart from the ham, it's actually very easy to make.
In spring, this dish sells best in Shifangwu. Although they have a cave, they are not short of spring ingredients and fruits even in winter.
But as the saying goes, "eat only what is in season," and some cultivators become increasingly particular about food as they cultivate.
When it comes to stewing soup, some people like thick, milky meat and bone broth, while others prefer a light and delicate flavor.
Sangye loves all kinds of food, but when it comes to pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup, she prefers the clear broth.
The key to making a rich or clear broth lies in whether to use high or low heat.
Simmering over high heat makes it cook quickly, allowing the water and the fat from the ham and spare ribs to fully mix and emulsify, resulting in a thick consistency.
Simmering over low heat for a long time results in a light-colored soup that brings out the original flavor of the ingredients.
Half an hour later, the braised pork and bamboo shoot soup was ready. It didn't even need any additional seasoning; it was already perfectly seasoned.
Since arriving here, Kuwano has rarely had a meal where no one can bother him.
The soup was so delicious that I couldn't help but sigh after just one sip.
The bamboo shoots are infused with flavor, soaked in the saltiness of the ham and the freshness of the spare ribs. They're stewed for just the right amount of time, resulting in an incredibly crisp texture.
Biting into the thin layer of skin connecting the short rib to the bone, the whole piece of meat is easily separated in your mouth. Chewing it not only brings the savory aroma of ham but also the refreshing taste of bamboo shoots.
Adding ham to the stew not only adds flavor but also neutralizes the saltiness of the broth. No other side dishes are needed; paired with the other two simple ingredients in the bowl, it creates its own unique flavor.
After finishing a large bowl of pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup, not a single drop was left.
Kuwano let out a satisfied sigh.
At that moment, there was a knock on her kitchen door.
Sangye was reluctant to turn around; she had only been at the base for three days, and one thing after another had happened.
"Colonel Sangye." Mu An's distinctive voice rang out. He looked into the kitchen with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. It seemed that Sangye had prepared another "meal," and his spiritual energy was constantly overflowing.
As a fellow guide, he was actually quite surprised by Sangye's abilities. It was common knowledge that overflowing spiritual energy was a form of group healing for guides, and group healing meant overdrawing spiritual energy, which was a huge drain on their resources.
But Kuwano is only a B-rank; how could she possibly perform group healing? Besides, she seemed to be handling it with ease, showing no signs of overexertion.
However, he has been married to Wu Huansheng for many years and is adept at handling things, so he will not openly express his curiosity and investigation.
Sangye had no choice but to get up. He was about to say something like "Have you eaten yet?", a common greeting, but then he thought about the ways of the world and kept quiet.
Standing at the door were not only Mu An, but also Wu Huansheng. At this moment, her face was peaceful, showing no trace of yesterday's hostility.
"Good morning, how is Wu Jianing?" It's always a good question to ask the child; parents are always concerned about their children.
"Thanks to your treatment, it was very effective. The leg that grew back looks just like it was originally. She's already asking to get out of bed and learn to walk." Wu Huansheng's face showed a tender expression, and even the scars no longer looked so gruesome.
A note from the author:
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