Taking Golden Scale, Li Xian Initiates a Recipe

The long road stretched on for seven hundred li.

That day, their route passed through the Taihang Mountains. Black smoke hung in the distance, where some force was boiling Essence Food.

After traveling for several days, Madam Wen was weary from the journey. Seeing the Taihang Mountains rise high before her, and with the sun setting in the dusk, she spotted a mountain city nestled against the slopes, its buildings gleaming as if coated in gold lacquer.

She wanted to rest for the night, bathe, and change her clothes, so she ordered Li Xian to enter the city.

Li Xian acknowledged her and turned onto the mountain road. As he made his way up, he found a woodcutter unconscious beside the path, with firewood scattered all around him.

Feeling pity, Li Xian called out, "Old man! Old man!"

The woodcutter was already unconscious, buried beneath a thick blanket of snow. Li Xian grew wary and gathered strength in his palm, striking from a distance. His palm force became a gust of wind, blowing the snow away.

"He really is unconscious." Li Xian turned back and asked, "Madam, what should we do?"

"Just an old farmer. Let's go around him," Madam Wen said.

Li Xian said, "Madam, weren't we going to the nearby big city to find an inn for the night? Why not give him a ride along the way?"

Madam Wen fell silent for a moment, finding it troublesome. But then she said, "Do as you please. I'll rest for a while. Just take care of everything properly."

Li Xian carried the old farmer onto his back and examined his Root Bone. He had never practiced martial arts. Somewhat relieved, Li Xian felt for his pulse. His breathing was weak.

"In this heavy snow, the old farmer collapsed on