Little Nonpoint was five years old.
So he decided to make himself a pot of Five-Beast Milk, blended from five kinds of Beast Milk, as a present for his fifth birthday.
Standing on a stone stool, Little Nonpoint worked away at the stove alone, occasionally dipping a finger into the Milk Pot to taste the Beast Milk.
He was a big boy of five now. He had to make his own Beast Milk instead of asking Grandpa Chief to help him.
Uncle Meng had said that if you worked with your own hands, you would never go hungry.
Before long, the Beast Milk in the Milk Pot began to bubble, its rich aroma filling the air.
Little Nonpoint sniffed, enraptured.
The smell was delicious down to his very Ling. The little fellow could not get enough of it.
Then Little Nonpoint glanced warily around, his hands tracing simple Runes in the air.
Combined, these Runes kept scents from spreading beyond the area they enclosed.
Little Nonpoint had specifically asked Willow God to teach him these Runes.
Now that I've learned these Runes, Uncle Meng will never have to worry about anyone catching me drinking Beast Milk again!
He lifted the clay pot and glugged down a huge mouthful of Beast Milk.
At his current level of cultivation, he had no need to worry about burning himself.
"Burp."
Little Nonpoint gave a satisfied belch. His cooking had improved again!
When Uncle Meng comes back, I'll definitely make him try it!
Then Little Nonpoint reluctantly set down the Milk Pot. He could not drink it all at once.
Uncle Meng had said that Beast Milk was wonderful, but he must not drink too much.
Little Nonpoint patted the Milk Pot with his little hands, imprinting Runes on its surface.
Combined, these simple