Feng Jun's Spirit Rice had been a huge hit at the dinner. Aside from the few people like Feng Tianyang who had eaten Spirit Rice before, everyone else marveled at it endlessly.
Among those present, Daoist Qiu was undoubtedly the most worldly, but when it came to understanding Spirit Rice, he was no match for Zhang Dongyuan.
Allure Mountain's Celestial Master Rice was considered a rare delicacy even within the Daoist Order, and it could also improve one's cultivation.
This type of rice had a very limited yield. It was said that annual production did not exceed a thousand jin, and interestingly, ninety percent of it was collected by the authorities.
Even Zhang Dongyuan himself had to eat Celestial Master Rice in secret, for fear that others would say Allure Sect was disrespecting its leaders.
He ate two bowls of rice in succession, then said seriously, "Luo Hua's rice is rich in spiritual energy, unlike anything I have ever seen... Thank you, Master Feng."
Guan Shanyue, however, snorted unhappily. "I already told you, it's Adept Feng."
Ever since she had accepted Ma Sanniang's explanation, she had paid close attention to such things. She felt this was the only way to show proper respect for Feng Jun.
Yet while she was speaking, Feng Tianyang was already eating his fifth bowl of Spirit Rice. He even quietly told Daoist Qiu, "Brother Qiu, don't eat the dishes. Eat the rice... Boss Feng is treating us, so why aren't you taking full advantage?"
Daoist Qiu answered with a miserable expression, "But I need some dishes to go with the rice."
Feng Tianyang gave a soft snort and shot him a disdainful glance. "Can't you just pour on some soy sauce? Haven't you ever had rice mixed with soy sauce?"
Daoist Qiu sighed and replied