"If you want Qingling to cook, it's not impossible."
Lord Lao's eyes rolled, and he said:
'As the price, you have to let her read the entire Underworld's collection of books. Not a single one can be left out.'
"The entire Underworld?!"
King Yama rubbed his belly somewhat awkwardly. He wanted to eat delicious food, but this would be very difficult to carry out:
"An Ning, you know that our Underworld has many secret arts that aren't convenient to pass on to..."
"I've already passed the Eight Longevity Methods and the Heavenly God Breathing Technique on to Qingling."
"Y-you said what?!"
King Yama suspected that he had misheard. "Y-you, say that again!"
"Not only did I pass them on to Qingling, I also taught them to her friends!"
Lord Lao said solemnly:
"So you can rest assured. There's no need to feel troubled or anything. I've already passed many of the Underworld's secret arts on to Qingling."
"Y-you..."
King Yama was so angry that his chest hurt. He pointed at Lord Lao, unable to speak for a long while.
"Enough, enough. Why are you being so stingy?"
Lord Lao pushed King Yama's hand away and rolled her eyes prettily.
"There are only so many resources in the Underworld. Even if the secret arts were truly passed on, so what? Do others have the chance to enter the Eight Trigrams Universe Stabilization Ground to cultivate?"
"That's true. But the Eight Longevity Methods are the foundational art of the Underworld. They can't be casually passed on to outsiders!"
"Can Qingling really be considered an outsider?"
Lord Lao pointed at the spotless plates of food and said:
"You just ate more than a dozen dishes she made. You're also her fan. Do you have the nerve to treat her as an outsider?"
"..."