Shen Long and the other new disciples headed toward the Spirit Meal Pavilion. The moment they entered, an enticing fragrance washed over them, making their hunger even sharper.
The Spirit Meal Pavilion's main hall was spacious and bright, furnished with dozens of tables and stools. Some older disciples were eating.
Several Qi Refining Cultivators stood behind a long cyan counter. Two held ladles and were serving food to the new disciples, while another held a cyan Dharma Disk, with bowls and chopsticks laid out before him.
Shen Long took out his Identity Plaque and placed it on a cyan Dharma Disk. After the Dharma Disk lit up with a flash of cyan light, he took two wooden bowls and a pair of chopsticks.
One bowl of rice porridge and two steamed buns—this was the new disciples' dinner. The porridge could be refilled without limit.
The food all contained spiritual qi and was somewhat beneficial to their cultivation.
Shen Long carried his food to an empty table and sat down.
He took a sip of the porridge. It was soft, glutinous, and delicious, its rich scent of rice spreading through his mouth.
Shen Long quickly finished one bowl of spirit rice porridge and refilled it with another. His heart was a tangled mess of excitement, exhilaration, novelty, and countless other emotions.
Where else could he have eaten something this delicious? He was nearly sick of Golden Pearl Spirit Rice.
Qin Bao and the other new disciples from rogue cultivator backgrounds drank the rice porridge and ate the soft steamed buns, unable to keep smiles of happiness from appearing on their faces. A few disciples' noses even stung.
They had always pinched pennies, wishing they could split a single Spirit Stone in two before spending it. How could they bear to use