Cultivators Don't Eat?!

Ling Tiannan, standing on the high platform in the distance, wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat drained.

Just now... just now, Ling Tiannan had truly been scared half to death by Jing Pu.

If that sword had struck... the Divine Sword Sect... no... it felt like half the Blazing Dynasty would have been wiped out, damn it!!

Luckily... luckily, the senior was not someone with particularly heavy killing intent. On the contrary, he was an especially peaceful person.

By now, Di Chen had completely collapsed onto the ground...

When Ling Tiannan had said Jing Pu was a great immortal from the Upper Realm, Di Chen had not believed it at all. But looking at things now...

It was true... and with this kind of strength... even in the Upper Realm, he would be a major figure, right...? After all, merely the aura of drawing his sword had nearly crushed people to death...

Coming back to his senses, Ling Tiannan glared at Di Chen beside him and said:

"Do you know how stupid you were just now? You nearly got the entire Divine Sword Sect destroyed!!"

Di Chen looked at Ling Tiannan as though he wanted to cry but had no tears, stammering:

"...Why... why would such a great figure come to the Divine Sword Sect to become an Outer... Outer Disciple...?"

Ling Tiannan curled his lip. "Who can make sense of a senior's affairs? But for now, he definitely bears no hostility toward our Divine Sword Sect. Otherwise, that sword would have already struck."

"Get out of here now. Don't let the senior see you. In two or three days, once the senior is less angry, come apologize in person!"

Di Chen's mind was in complete turmoil. After nodding repeatedly, he scrambled away on all fours, while Chen Pingping hurried after him, supporting him from the side.

Jing Pu stood where he was, somewhat bewildered. So... had he passed, or had he not?

At that moment, Ling Tiannan and Ling An'an came before Jing Pu. Ling Tiannan smiled ingratiatingly and said:

"Young Master Jing... you truly scared this old man to death just now... That fellow doesn't know any better, and his mind is as straight as a single tendon. Please don't hold it against him."

Jing Pu raised an eyebrow. What kind of mess was this?

Then Jing Pu asked with a puzzled expression, "So did I pass or not?"

Ling Tiannan froze, then repeatedly nodded as he wiped away sweat.

"P-Passed... of course you passed..."

How the hell could he not pass??

If he did not pass, and the senior came again, what if he actually drew his sword? The Divine Sword Sect would be gone!!

Who would dare fail him?!

Ling Tiannan immediately hurriedly said to Jing Pu:

"Well, Young Master Jing, you must be tired today. I'll take you to your residence first. Rest well for the next few days."

Jing Pu nodded blankly and followed Ling Tiannan toward the mountaintop amid everyone's baffled stares.

In the end, Ling Tiannan brought Jing Pu to an antique and elegant courtyard. The house within was beautiful, and the courtyard possessed a wonderful charm. Not only was it enormous, but it also had a bamboo grove, a small pond, and a little pavilion.

Jing Pu could hardly believe that this place had been given to him to live in—and that he would be living here alone.

Standing at the entrance, Ling Tiannan looked at Jing Pu cautiously, nodding and smiling repeatedly.

"Senior, you should rest for today. We won't disturb you any longer."

Jing Pu paused, then quickly turned back and gratefully said to Ling Tiannan:

"Thank you, Senior, for taking such good care of me."

Jing Pu sighed inwardly. This old man truly liked his paintings and was genuinely good to him. Otherwise, he would not have given him such a large courtyard to live in. Later, he absolutely had to paint this old man a fine painting!

Ling Tiannan repeatedly smiled and waved his hand.

"Not at all, not at all. Young Master Jing is... is a painter, after all. Naturally, your residence must differ from everyone else's. Young Master Jing, hurry inside and have a look. If you need anything, make a note of it. When I come to see you tomorrow, everything will be prepared."

After thanking Ling Tiannan, Jing Pu walked into the courtyard.

Ling Tiannan, meanwhile, seemed as though a weight had been lifted from his heart. He let out a long breath, then smiled at Ling An'an, who also wanted to follow Jing Pu inside.

"An'an, you deserve the greatest credit in this matter. It seems the senior likes you very much."

Ling An'an froze, then lowered her head with a blush on her little face.

"Not really..."

Ling Tiannan pursed his lips in a smile. "Don't be embarrassed. The senior truly likes you. Otherwise, why would he help you advance to the Golden Core stage only minutes after meeting you, then give you such a priceless treasure? It is clear just how much the senior likes you."

With her pretty face red, Ling An'an lowered her head and said nothing. Ling Tiannan continued with a smile:

"Do not disappoint the senior's goodwill either. The Myriad Sect Grand Ceremony is only half a year away. Starting tomorrow, enter seclusion and make your breakthrough. Once you succeed, it should be nearly time for the Myriad Sect Grand Ceremony. The Golden Core stage will be enough for you to achieve excellent results among the younger generation at this ceremony!"

Ling An'an was startled, then quickly nodded solemnly.

"Alright, I'll go back and prepare tonight!"

Jing Pu had no idea what Ling Tiannan and Ling An'an were whispering about outside. In any case, the moment he entered this courtyard, he fell in love with the place.

Not to mention the scenery outside, the rooms themselves had everything one could possibly need. This place was practically a luxurious mansion from the cultivation world!

After curiously wandering around and inspecting every room, Jing Pu sat cross-legged in a study, looking at the books filling the room and shimmering with flowing light.

Although he now had a place to live, Jing Pu still felt somewhat unwilling to accept it. Damn it, why? He had suffered for three years in the Void Space, and all those three years of suffering had gotten him was a house?!

Jing Pu was not convinced. Cultivation was definitely impossible—he had no spiritual affinity, and spiritual affinity was something one was born with. Without it, even if the Jade Emperor himself came, Jing Pu would not suddenly gain spiritual affinity.

But... Jing Pu wondered whether he could overtake on a curve and do something else instead?

Speaking of which, the three great treasures of the cultivation world were cultivation, alchemy, and magical artifacts.

Cultivation and magical artifacts had no fate with Jing Pu. But alchemy... could that work?

If the pills he refined were powerful enough, he could become a respected immortal too, and even add several years to his lifespan.

Come to think of it... Jing Pu was also extremely skilled at refining pills. His Heart of Alchemy had reached the pinnacle two years ago.

Of course, the pills Jing Pu had previously made were all the sort of nourishing tonic pellets. He had never tried the cultivation world's pills.

Jing Pu immediately stood and went to the bookshelf to look for books about pill refinement.

After finding one, he sat down and began reading. About three to five minutes later, after closing the book—which was four fingers thick—Jing Pu blinked with a bewildered expression.

Pill refinement... was this simple?!

The cultivation world's alchemy techniques were practically child's play to Jing Pu!

Child's play among child's play.

Of course, Jing Pu had not performed any actual operations yet, but if it was merely these theories, then it was truly far too easy.

Jing Pu opened the book again and this time read it carefully.

He read for two or three hours. Finally, after closing the book, Jing Pu furrowed his brow slightly.

Hmm...

There were still some differences, but they were not very great. To Jing Pu, it was still very simple.

Jing Pu planned to give it a try. Looking out the window, he saw that night had already fallen. After stretching and standing up, he prepared to go out and ask the sect for some pill-refining materials.

Though Jing Pu's theoretical knowledge was unmatched under heaven, he still needed some hands-on practice first.

While he was at it, Jing Pu planned to get something to eat. He had transmigrated here that morning and eaten only a few buns. Now it was nearly dark, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

First, he would go eat!

After heading out into the darkness, Jing Pu asked where the Divine Sword Sect's dining area was.

When he found the place everyone had indicated, Jing Pu was dumbfounded... there was not a single person here!!

After finding someone else and asking, Jing Pu wanted to jump straight off the mountain and die.

Cultivators... fucking didn't eat!!!

They only ate a vegetarian meal once every half month!!

Fucking half a month... people would stink by then, alright!!

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