Three days had passed since the ingredients were washed with pure spring water.
The four of them had finally made some progress in controlling Xiewei.
They could steadily pick up beans with ten-meter-long chopsticks without crushing them, burn Horsetail Grass Candle for nearly half a shichen, and wash vegetables without squeezing the ingredients to mush.
Although they were still far from mastering "discarding complexity and returning to simplicity," they had at least reached the threshold.
That morning.
The four of them were practicing the Xiewei standing posture in the front courtyard.
A Soft Spirit Leaf rested on each of their heads. If their bodies swayed even slightly, the leaves would fall.
They stood ramrod straight, drenched in sweat, not even daring to breathe too heavily.
Saitama was squatting on the wall nearby, munching on a spiritual fruit and watching with great interest.
Every now and then, he even offered a few comments:
"Gon, your shoulder shook again."
"Killua, why are you tensing your legs so much? It's not like you're fighting."
"Leorio, your leaf is about to fall."
His comments made the four of them uneasy, and the leaves fell one after another.
Their teeth itched with annoyance, but there was nothing they could do about him.
Just then.
A red-panda disciple came rushing over from the rear courtyard in a panic.
His face was pale, and he shouted as he ran:
"Acting Instructor! Something's wrong!"
"The flower garden in the rear courtyard... something happened to the flower garden!"
The red-panda acting instructor furrowed his brow.
"What are you panicking about? Speak slowly."
"The, the empty patch in the rear courtyard!"
The red-panda disciple panted heavily, pointing toward the rear courtyard.
"The plot where that guest buried the discarded seeds!"
"I went to water them just now, Gang, and discovered...