At dusk, bluish-green mountain ridges settled beneath drifting dust.
The sunset set half the sky ablaze. The hall was still and windless, while behind the counter, a certain white figure flicked an abacus with crackling clicks.
She pulled open a drawer and neatly put away several Golden Talismans. Besides the talismans, there were several bottles of Spirit Pills, colorful ores, and a jumble of immortal grasses and spirit medicines. These were all lodging fees.
Opening a hotel on a Daoist Mountain truly was a gold mine. So far, no one had asked to stay on credit.
After settling the accounts, she shut the drawer and placed a ceramic basin full of white rice on the counter. She poured in two bowls of braised pork that had been stewing all afternoon, its rich fragrant oil gleaming.
With one foot on a chair, she held down the basin and gave it a vigorous stir.
She scooped up rice with a huge wooden spoon and wolfed it down, swallowing with a gulp without even chewing.
"Burp~ So good~"
The meat broth and grease dyed the white rice a delicious golden color, its fragrance overflowing. She lifted the ceramic basin and shoveled the food into her mouth.
The Nine Provinces Four Seas Grand Hotel did not provide meals for the time being.
To preserve their sacred purity, immortals had almost entirely abandoned the five grains and ordinary food.
They ate spirit fruits and drank morning dew. They would not even touch meat broth speckled with oil, refusing the smoke and fire of the mortal world. They often used pills in place of grains, vegetables, and meat, doing their utmost to keep their immortal bodies pure. This was currently the mainstream cultivation method in the immortal realm.
Bai Yujun did not care. In the course