Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Eat and get going
"Demon Lord?"
Sheng Zhiyi was startled and quickly chased after him to ask.
After running a few steps, I realized that my injuries had largely healed. The wound on my left arm had completely healed, and the excruciating pain in my leg had also disappeared.
The effects of consuming those one hundred spirit stones were indeed immediate.
But she was both anxious and alarmed. The original text made no mention of the Demon Lord. Could it be another discrepancy with the original text?
"Senior brother, are we really going to kill the Demon Lord?" She looked up at Ji Fuguang, her face slightly anxious. "Is the Demon Lord in Qiyun City?"
I had just heard the news that the demons were causing havoc near the North Sea, but I never expected that the Demon Lord would actually appear near the Tianyan Sect.
However, the Demon Lord has always been reckless and has little intention of protecting the demon race, so it is not surprising that he travels alone.
Ji Fuguang glanced down at her, then suddenly drew out "Night Snow".
Before Sheng Zhiyi could react, the folding fan struck her on the head.
"Shut up."
Sheng Zhiyi pouted and followed Ji Fuguang forward.
Entering Qiyun City, we walked along the long bluestone street, crossed the double-curved bridge, and turned into the small archway...
The further Sheng Zhiyi walked, the stranger things seemed to her.
This place... why does it look so familiar?
After smelling a rich and fragrant aroma from afar, Sheng Zhiyi finally confirmed it.
This is the road to "Qingxiangju"!
Is the Demon Lord at Qinxiang Residence?
Ji Fuguang lifted his robe and strode into Qinxiang Residence.
Sheng Zhiyi followed her inside, cautiously placing her hand on the hilt of the "Jinghongyu" sword at her waist, ready to draw her sword at any moment.
The shop assistant greeted him with a beaming smile, "Immortal Master, what would you like to order?"
"Braised snails in ghee".
Ji Fuguang said calmly.
The shop assistant paused for a moment, then said apologetically:
"Sorry, we're out of buttered snails for today. How about you come again tomorrow?"
She was puzzled when she caught sight of Sheng Zhiyi behind Ji Fuguang, and was even more surprised.
This female immortal had already gritted her teeth when she bought four buttered snails before, so why is she buying more now?
However, the professionalism of the staff at Qinxiangju was commendable; she simply smiled and said nothing.
Ji Fuguang said calmly:
"Call your boss out."
The shop assistant invited the two of them inside to sit down and then went to the inner room to consult the boss.
Not long after, the woman who had been carrying the ghee-stuffed snails appeared.
When she saw Ji Fuguang, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.
"Master Ji, what brings you here today? It's an honor to have you here. Please come in."
Qiyun City is protected by the Tianyan Sect, and all the prominent figures in the city have some understanding of the Tianyan Sect.
Ji Fuguang is a leading figure among the younger generation and a disciple of the sect leader, holding a transcendent status.
These merchants travel all over the country, and they might offend the demon race or monsters one day. Getting to know Ji Fuguang is something they couldn't ask for.
“Master Ji, you may call me Yingniang.”
When Yingniang saw Sheng Zhiyi behind him, she smiled again: "So you were with this immortal master just now. You really are something. If you were acquainted with Immortal Master Ji, you could have just told me. How could I have let you go to all this trouble?"
She was already polite and courteous to Sheng Zhiyi, and now she was even more enthusiastic.
Yingniang personally poured tea, saying, "Two immortals, please sit down, please sit down."
Ji Fuguang said calmly, "It's alright, boss, no need for formalities. I'm just here to buy a few ghee-fried snails."
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly realized.
Sect missions and slaying the Demon Lord are all just excuses.
Ji Fuguang wanted to buy buttered snails.
Strange, does this guy really like eating snacks that much?
I hadn't noticed it before.
Upon hearing Ji Fuguang's words, Yingniang paused, a hint of unease on her face.
But she glanced at Ji Fuguang, swallowed her words, and instead smiled:
"Alright, I'll give the order right away and have it made fresh for you. However, these kinds of pastries take quite a while to prepare, so I'm afraid you two immortals will have to wait a little while."
Fearing she might not have treated him well, she quickly said:
"Or I could invite the dancers from 'Purple Smoke Pavilion' over. We'll close the shop for a day, and they can entertain you two."
Ziyan Pavilion is a brothel for singing and dancing girls in the city. Qiyun City is wealthy, and people often want to see performances in addition to banquets, meals, and drinks, which is why it has become so popular.
“No need for that,” Ji Fuguang took out a talisman and handed it to Yingniang. “The most time-consuming part of making buttered snails is whipping them. Stick this talisman on the container and it will whip them up on its own. That way, it will be done very quickly.”
Yingniang accepted the talisman with both hands and said with a smile, "That would be perfect. I'll deliver it to them personally right away."
Talismans that ordinary people can use?
Sheng Zhiyi glanced at it and saw that the talisman was covered in cinnabar, unlike the finished products she had bought before.
Could this... possibly have been drawn by Ji Fuguang himself?
This idea took her by surprise.
On second thought, it's not impossible.
After all, she had never heard of any talisman that could make raw materials disappear.
With nothing else to do, Ji Fuguang glanced at the tea on the table.
Sheng Zhiyi knew that this guy's mysophobia had flared up again.
He couldn't stomach the teaware and tea in Qinxiangju, as he knew nothing about their origins or how many people had used them.
Immediately, Sheng Zhiyi took out a white porcelain chrysanthemum petal-shaped flat pot and a white porcelain teacup, placed them on the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Ji Fuguang.
"Drink it."
Ji Fuguang glanced at her, didn't take it, but instead smiled:
"Junior Sister, when will you take it without asking?"
This teapot and teacups belong to the stone table on the summit of Shuanghua Mountain. They are items that Ji Fuguang often uses. Their unexpected appearance at Sheng Zhiyi's place certainly makes him a petty thief.
Sheng Zhiyi glared at him and explained:
"There's not much space on the stone table during the meal, so I'll just put it away for now. Do you want some?"
Ji Fuguang took the warm teacup and took a small sip.
What a picky young master.
Yingniang had not yet returned, and Sheng Zhiyi, having nothing to do, went to look at the pastries near the counter.
Qinxiangju truly lives up to its reputation for daring to set such prices; judging from their appearance alone, each pastry is exquisitely crafted and a masterpiece of artistry.
The jujube paste pastry is shaped like a flower, with the dark petals filled with jujube paste; the ingot pastry is shaped like an exquisite gold ingot, with auspicious words printed in red on it, and each ingot pastry has a different message; the lotus pastry has double petals in full bloom, with layers of flaky pastry that turn outwards, and even the colors gradually change, with fine lines clearly visible in the petals...
The sweet fragrance is rich, lingering, and long-lasting; if you stay long enough, you'll feel your entire body permeated by the aroma.
"Two immortals, the butter-braised snails are ready."
Yingniang came out of the inner room carrying a tray with a sandalwood box on it. Smoke swirled around the box, and a chill emanated from it.
"There are ten pills in total. I apologize for keeping you two immortals waiting."
This time, the wooden box, along with the ice talisman, was neatly packed and placed on the tray.
Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyi stepped forward and picked up the wooden box.
"I'll do it."
Ji Fuguang placed the storage bag filled with spirit stones on the table.
Yingniang hurriedly tried to decline, saying, "Master Ji, there's no need for that. It's already an honor for our shop that you've graced us with your presence."
Ji Fuguang didn't respond to her words, but instead said:
"Pick up some of the remaining pastries and pack them up."
The shop assistant packed a food box and handed it to Sheng Zhiyi, who reached out and took it.
Unexpectedly, Ji Fuguang loved these pastries so much.
The two left Qinxiang Residence and slowly walked back.
Suddenly, the system voice in Sheng Zhiyi's mind rang out:
[Good afternoon, player Sheng Zhiyi!]
[A new strategy guide has been released. Please check your inbox.]
[Strategy Quest: Drink sake with Ji Fuguang to gain his favor.]
[Task Reward: 100 points]
[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]
[Task completion countdown: 06:00:00]
[Please complete the current strategy mission as soon as possible!]
Drinking with Ji Fuguang?
Sheng Zhiyi frowned; her alcohol tolerance was really not that good.
But the system doesn't allow bargaining, so no matter how unwilling she was, it was useless.
Actually, this task has nothing to do with her alcohol tolerance; all Ji Fuguang needs to do is take a sip.
The teapot and teacups are with her. If she can replace the liquid inside with wine and persuade Ji Fuguang to drink it, the task should be completed.
but……
She didn't want to treat Ji Fuguang like that.
After pursing her lips, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly spoke:
"Senior brother, I heard there's a wine shop nearby that sells a wine refined with moonlight. I'd like to buy some for you to try, what do you say?"
She was straightforward and generously invited Ji Fuguang for drinks.
If Ji Fuguang doesn't agree, then we'll think of another way!
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and gave her a half-smile:
"oh?"
Sheng Zhiyi walked out of the store carrying a wine jar in her arms.
What a miscalculation!
Forgetting that she was now a penniless pauper, she still boasted that she would treat Ji Fuguang to drinks.
In the end, Ji Fuguang paid for it himself.
Both inner and outer disciples of the Tianyan Sect can accept missions. Each mission has different rewards, and the higher the difficulty, the greater the reward.
Ji Fuguang possesses profound cultivation, enabling him to complete many challenging tasks with generous rewards.
In addition, there's the monthly salary he receives as the sect leader's personal disciple.
He himself didn't have any extra expenses.
Over the years, it has naturally become a large sum!
The more I think about it, the more I realize that this guy is clearly super rich.
Then compare it to your own storage bag, which you can count on your fingers because you're so poor.
Sheng Zhiyi almost developed a resentment towards the rich.
The two flew back to the summit of Frostflower Mountain on their swords.
Dusk is falling, the moon is rising and the sun is setting.
The sky gradually changed from light blue to dark blue, and then from dark blue to inky black.
Wisps of clouds drift by, passing by the crescent-shaped silver moon.
In the quiet night, the faint fragrance of pear blossoms lingers in the air.
Ji Fuguang and Sheng Zhiyi sat facing each other at a stone table next to the cherry blossom tree.
Sheng Zhiyi placed the wine jar and food box on the table, took out a new set of wine cups, and poured the mellow wine into them.
Then he opened the food box, placed the various pastries on a porcelain plate, and picked a cherry blossom to place on the side of the plate.
Finally, the most exquisite sandalwood box was opened, and amidst the swirling cold mist, the butter-soaked snails were taken out and placed in front of Ji Fuguang.
"Senior brother, please use it!"
Sheng Zhiyi stretched out her hand, gesturing for Ji Fuguang to pick up his chopsticks and taste the buttered snails in front of him.
The moment of truth has finally arrived—just how delicious is this dessert!
She stared intently at Ji Fuguang's face, trying to discern good from bad.
But Ji Fuguang didn't touch his chopsticks; his phoenix eyes were fixed on her.
"W-what's wrong?" Sheng Zhiyi asked, puzzled.
“Junior Sister,” Ji Fuguang said with a smile, his gaze deep, “you’ve gone through so much trouble to make this buttered snail soup, so please have some first.”
His gaze slowly moved downwards, settling on Sheng Zhiyi's slender neck.
After eating, we can hit the road.
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