Oil-Braised Potatoes

Burial God Great Wilderness, Small Mountain Village.

In the Small Courtyard, the sun shone warmly. Li Fan lay beneath the peach tree, enjoying the summer shade and sipping tea, calm and carefree.

"I wonder how Jiang Li and the others are doing..."

As he drank his tea, Li Fan thought about how Jiang Li and the others had been gone for more than a month without a word.

Could something have happened to them? After all, he'd heard that the place they'd gone was full of ghosts...

But the ghosts in this world were all kind... Hmm, maybe there were so many ghosts asking them for help pulling teeth that they were swamped?

It was probably nothing.

He didn't dwell on it. He set down his teacup and glanced around the Small Courtyard. His disciples were all going about their tasks in an orderly fashion.

Nan Feng played a melody on her qin. Her Forget Dust Song had grown ever more masterful. The clear, ringing notes sent one's thoughts soaring with the music, adding to the charm of the summer day.

Ziling was focused on her work. Beneath her brush, a lifelike hen was almost complete.

Not far away, an Old Mother Hen stood perfectly still, obediently serving as Ziling's "model."

Lu Rang kept his eyes fixed on the peach tree. Whenever one of its leaves drifted down in the breeze, he would rush over at once, pick it up as carefully as if it were a treasure, and place it in his grassy pot.

The grass was growing better and better. After withering once, it had grown only three leaves at first, but now it had a full eight.

Lu Rang's cultivation had also soared thanks to the grass, reaching the eighth level of the Divine Lord Realm.

"Eat