"What did you just say you were called now?"
Senior Sister Ding's voice was so loud, and her expression startled Su Yunlan and Tian Rou, who looked at Yang Zhen and Senior Sister Ding in surprise.
Yang Zhen was also startled, thinking that Yang Dingtian was someone else's name, and asked strangely, " Yang Dingtian? What's wrong?"
"Ah--!" Senior Sister Ding suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Yang Zhen's hand and saying, "You're Yang Dingtian, you invented that hot pot and spicy soup?"
Su Yunlan and Tian Rou exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with disbelief, and exclaimed in unison, "You're really a Spirit Cuisine Master?"
Yang Zhen's words were simply too unbelievable. When he said that he was now a proud head chef, Su Yunlan and Tian Rou were still not quite convinced, both thinking that Yang Zhen had used some kind of method to sneak in.
Both Su Yunlan and Tian Rou were deeply impressed and admired Yang Zhen's achievements in the arts of literature. Such talent was extremely rare. How could someone have such high talent and achievements in so many major areas? Even if Yang Zhen himself said that he was now a head chef, the two women would not believe it.
However, after hearing Senior Sister Ding's words, the two suddenly realized that many disciples of the Spirit Learning Palace, including Senior Sister Ding, especially the female disciples, now knew that the Spirit Learning Palace kitchen had a dish called "Dingtian Mala Tang" (Heavenly Spicy Hot Pot), which was extremely delicious and, most importantly, very satisfying to eat. Moreover, the spiritual ingredients in it retained the True Essence of heaven and earth quite well. Therefore, many female disciples were crazy about it and tried every means to have a meal of Mala Tang.
It is said that this "Dingtian Malatang" was invented by a newly appointed chef named Yang Dingtian, and even the renowned chef Hu Tao from the neighborhood was willing to be his assistant.
It wasn't until then that Su Yunlan and Tian Rou suddenly realized that Yang Zhen had just said that his name was now Yang Dingtian.
Oh My God!
The two stunningly beautiful women stared at Yang Zhen in disbelief, unable to react for a long time. It wasn't until Yang Zhen waved his hand in front of them that they snapped out of their daze and, one on each side, grabbed Yang Zhen, saying, "Treat us to spicy hot pot!"
Yang Zhen smiled smugly and said, "No problem, Senior Sister Ding will come too."
Senior Sister Ding nodded hurriedly and said, "Even if you didn't invite me, I would still go uninvited!"
Suddenly, a resounding bell rang out from the mountaintop, echoing through the sky. Its deep and ancient sound resonated with the soul, and everyone who heard it felt a jolt of fear, yet their State of Mind were instantly calmed.
Yang Zhen was startled and looked in surprise in the direction from which the sound came.
Senior Sister Ding smiled and explained, "This is the Spirit-Cleansing Bell of the Spirit Learning Palace. It is said to be a secret treasure passed down from the ancient times. It can cleanse the mind and spirit, and calm the mind."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized what was happening. Another resounding bell rang out, and his mind calmed down completely, becoming as still as a deep well, which surprised everyone.
Senior Sister Ding turned around and looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, saying, "The birthday celebration is about to begin, Yang... Dingtian, you... do your job well."
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Miss. I'm a very low-key person. I just love cooking. I won't do anything else for any amount of money."
Su Yunlan and Tian Rou exchanged a glance, chuckled, and pulled Senior Sister Ding away.
"Don't forget to treat us to spicy hot pot!" Senior Sister Ding turned around and reminded us, "Oh, and also make noodles for us!"
Yang Zhen's lips twitched, and he forced a smile, saying, "It's a deal, it's a deal!"
Celestial music filled the air, and True Essence surged!
At the summit, people gradually entered the birthday celebration hall and were seated by the Spirit Learning Palace disciples who had been waiting there.
To Yang Zhen's delight, although Su Yunlan and the others came in, they weren't even assigned seats and had to stand at the back.
Before long, Yang Zhen shuddered, a hint of joy appearing on his face.
A group of people walked slowly from the crowd. Among them was a young woman with graceful steps. She was dressed in a snow-white robe, untouched by any worldly dust. Her face was serene and peaceful. Her temperament was outstanding. Wherever she was, no other woman within a radius of ten feet could be considered to have any presence.
Hua Youyue!
After many days, Yang Zhen finally saw the little girl again. A smile appeared on his face, but it froze in mid-air as he looked surprised.
After so many days apart, the girl's aura had become even more ethereal, which startled Yang Zhen. He muttered to himself, "Damn, is the Heavenly Mandate Sacred Root this amazing? It's only been a few days, and the little girl's aura has become so pure, almost catching up to this Sage of Saunter?"
This was not Yang Zhen's illusion, but a fact. Compared to Hua Youyue, even Mo Xueling, who was equally radiant beside her, paled in comparison. Hua Youyue became the center of attention as soon as she entered the room, with almost everyone's eyes fixed on her.
"Something's not right!" Yang Zhen suddenly frowned. "Even if it's defying fate, the girl's aura shouldn't have changed so drastically. Something else must have changed about her."
Yang Zhen looked at Hua Youyue in surprise. She was hiding behind the crowd and had no presence at all. But Hua Youyue seemed to sense something. She trembled slightly and looked at Yang Zhen through the crowd.
When their eyes met, Yang Zhen was also somewhat surprised. His eyes lit up, and he winked at Hua Youyue from afar.
Upon seeing this action, Hua Youyue, who had been quiet and serene, suddenly smiled, her expression brightening as if spring had arrived and the surrounding world had become a little brighter.
A series of gasps rippled through the crowd. Whether sitting or standing, everyone looked at Hua Youyue with amazement, their expressions filled with astonishment at her talent.
No one noticed the exchange of glances between the two. Even Mo Xueling, who was beside Hua Youyue, was slightly taken aback. She looked in Yang Zhen Yang Zhen's direction but couldn't find him. She then gave Hua Youyue a strange look.
Flirtatious Chicken stood on Hua Youyue's shoulder, arrogant and haughty, like a phoenix on a high and mighty throne. He would tuck his head under his wings to preen his feathers from time to time, and occasionally glance at the crowd with an air of arrogance. Even when looking at some powerful beings in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he would only look at them with one eye, his attitude extremely arrogant.
But the Shameless Cat is nowhere to be seen; I wonder where that bastard went.
Now that most of the people have arrived, Yang Zhen was slightly surprised that the little girl actually had a place to sit. Although she was sitting with Mo Xueling and the disciples of Ink Pool Peak, it was still better than those groups of cultivators who could only stand on the outside.
Two to three thousand people had gathered on the entire mountaintop, and this was only a small portion of the disciples of the Spirit Learning Palace; the rest were all powerful cultivators who had come from afar.
Just then, a hearty laugh rang out, and everyone turned to look in surprise. A group of people, with haughty demeanor, arrived on their swords.
Upon seeing these people, the vast majority of those present paled and gasped.
"They're here. I didn't expect them to enter like this. They're really arrogant."
"So what? They have the right to be arrogant. They're probably the only ones who can compare to Ink Pool Peak and the Spirit Learning Palace."
"Senior, who are these people? How can there be so many Tribulation Transcendence Realm experts? It's truly terrifying."
" North Maiden Academy, the Successor of the Master!"
"What!" The surrounding crowd exclaimed in astonishment, "They are the legendary disciples of Confucius, renowned for their eloquence and cultural brilliance?"
Yang Zhen curled his lip upon hearing this. He was just a disciple of the Master, not the Master himself. What was he so arrogant about?