Chapter 382: Chapter 369: Bailiu City, Forty Li to the East

Chen Xu decided to walk east.

Before leaving, he climbed the highest mountain peak nearby, carefully memorizing all the terrains he could see while looking far into the distance.

Although this place was a wilderness, the mountains rose and fell, covered in lush green.

With such a high vantage point, it indeed had its own kind of beauty.

As far as the eye could see, the terrain to the east gradually expanded, and the outline of a city was clearly visible about thirty or forty miles away.

Beside the city was a wide avenue, with a river winding through.

Additionally, there were expansive farmlands, arranged in different shapes like grid patterns, green and beautiful, embedded in this world like freshly polished emeralds, pleasingly verdant.

Chen Xu had read the “Jizhou Immortal Dao Travel Notes” and now knew that those seemingly ordinary fields were actually spirit fields owned by major sects!

In the Xuantian Star Realm, wherever there is a city congregation, there must be different kinds of valuable things around.

Either spirit fields, spirit mines, or rare products like herbal mountains and spirit springs.

Comparatively, spirit fields are the most common.

If they cannot reach above Sixth Grade, the ordinary Eighth and Ninth Grade spirit fields are considered worthless by those in higher sects.

However, spirit fields can be nurtured and have the potential to upgrade.

Moreover, though low-grade spirit fields seem ubiquitous, it is precisely their ubiquity that makes them the foundation of this vast cultivation world.

They support countless mortals, even low-level cultivators.

In fact, in the eyes of those below Qi Cultivation or Eighth and Ninth Grade-like sects, low-grade spirit fields have always been important strategic resources with significant value.

So how could they be “worthless” and unimportant?

It can only be said that standing in different positions, people often see things with entirely different characteristics.

Chen Xu repeatedly pondered the “Jizhou Immortal Island Travel Notes” and gradually formed his own profound understanding of its many words, not just limited to the evaluations of Xinghui Ancestor.

Ding Chuan felt reluctant for Chen Xu to leave and shouted many times into the air:

“Senior, are you really leaving? I, I…”

He gritted his teeth, suddenly bent his knees, and knelt with a thud.

Ding Chuan’s voice gradually contained a certain firmness, and he spoke with heartfelt emotion:

“Senior, my sect has been destroyed, and I am being pursued everywhere. I do not know the purpose of your journey.

But if you are not going to Qingxi City or Bailiu City, I, I am willing to accompany you and serve as an errand boy.

Please do not abandon me, although my cultivation is low, my aptitude is Upper Yellow Level, not too bad.

When my cultivation improves, if I can condense a Qi Radiance Pill, I am willing to offer ten Qi Radiance Pills to you every month!

Please, protect me…”

After speaking, he was about to bow down deeply.

Ding Chuan was already at a dead end, so this action was not surprising.

But just when he was about to bow, he felt a gentle, invisible wind in the air.

The wind lifted him, preventing him from bowing down.

Ding Chuan could only hastily straighten his waist, disappointedly kneeling on the spot.

He was about to say more when he heard a voice suddenly come from the air: “You stay here for a few days. If I don’t return after a few days, make your own arrangements.”

Ding Chuan was overjoyed.

This was the first time he had heard Chen Xu’s voice directly.

The senior finally spoke!

Heaven knows, previously having to communicate with a silent air mass, how difficult it was.

Poor communication was one thing, but the hardest part was the inner torment and constant anxiety.

When the senior didn’t speak, he would always doubt whether he did something wrong or shouldn’t have done something.

Moreover, Ding Chuan was somewhat afraid.

The other person was so mysterious, seemingly a “good person,” but in fact, this good senior was definitely not easy to deal with.

Who knew when this senior might turn hostile?

Or what kind of strange habits he might have?

After all, someone who likes to be invisible and doesn’t like to talk, it’s hard to believe they have no quirks.

Ding Chuan “watched” Chen Xu leave, his mind filled with a hundred thoughts, but in the end, he still waited patiently.

He kept telling himself: The senior is a good person. I must gain the senior’s trust, follow instructions obediently, have no ulterior motives. I must accelerate my cultivation and establish my foundation early…

Just when he thought Chen Xu had gone far, suddenly a large bowl fell from the sky with a splash.

Ding Chuan instinctively stretched out his hands and hastily caught the large bowl.

“Bang!”

The large bowl landed between his arms, nearly numbing his arms with the shock.

However, the contents of the bowl left Ding Chuan dumbfounded.

It was filled with piles of rice balls, white and yellow, shiny with oil, inviting.

Occasionally adorned with some red Red Vermilion Robe, and there was even a distinct meat aroma emanating from the rice balls.

Is this, is this a wild boar meat rice ball made from different kinds of spirit rice?

Incredibly large bowl, richly fragrant, and enticing in color.

Ding Chuan just stood there, dumbfounded, holding the large bowl of rice balls at the mountain top, as the mountain wind blew, leaving his hair disheveled, his body weathered.

At this moment, he was probably the most pitiful and foolish cultivator in the world.

But Ding Chuan also felt that he was likely the luckiest cultivator in the world.

His eyes tingled, and tears almost fell from the corners of his eyes.

He was moved to tears by the fragrance.

The senior is really a good person!

He even left him such a large bowl of rice balls before departing, was he afraid he might starve to death?

Ding Chuan dared not shout too loudly, only murmured to himself, “Senior, this junior will certainly work diligently, cultivate well, and strive to condense the Qi Radiance Pill as soon as possible.

The great kindness of the senior, this junior will never forget, would repay it even at the cost of his own heart and blood!”

Finishing his words, he finally couldn’t help but cried out loud.

“Boo hoo hoo…”

It was both from being touched and from craving.

After all, the rice balls were so fragrant, he wanted to devour them all in a moment.

But he didn’t dare.

He was really afraid that if he ate them all impulsively, and if the senior returned a few days late, would he starve to death here in the mountains again?

As a dignified cultivator, he might die in battle, but should he die of starvation?

What Ding Chuan didn’t know was that Chen Xu hadn’t actually left yet.

He walked around the mountain top again, observing Ding Chuan’s movements for a while, and judging his character, only then did he descend the mountain.

Chen Xu’s movements were light and silent, after a day of adaptation and cultivation, his cultivation had now recovered more than thirty percent.

The Food Cauldron Celestial Book had also shown new attributes.

[Life Soul: 3]

[Lifespan: 18/343]

He could now perform the Wind Summoning Skill within a certain range, but he still wasn’t able to fly.

However, with the enhancement of his life soul and unsealing of power, overall, Chen Xu’s physical body was also being liberated.

He began to have agility comparable to advanced martial artists of the Great Li Kingdom, and with a Wu Hook in hand, practicing the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique, Chen Xu even felt he could slash Ding Chuan to death with one strike.

Additionally, there was always power surging in Chen Xu’s Sea of Literature.

Yet he did not intend to use the Sea of Literature lightly.

Because Chen Xu discovered that this realm seemed to have no Confucian cultivators, Literary Qi was an extremely special existence that had to be used cautiously.

As for the cultivators of this realm, Chen Xu now understood some of their cultivation systems.

To speak of it, the names of the cultivation levels of the cultivators in this realm were very similar to some of the immortal paths Chen Xu had read about in his previous life:

Qi Cultivation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, Returning to Truth, Harmonization…

It was said to be nine major realms.

And the names of the last two realms: Returning to Truth and Harmonization, were the same as the last two realms in Chen Xu’s own Food God cultivation system.

Is this implying that the cultivation in the world ultimately leads to different paths that share the same goal?

But is there an even higher level of cultivation after “Returning to Truth” and “Harmonization”?

The ancestor Xing Hui called himself a little cultivator with the cultivation of the “Tribulation Crossing” stage, and sometimes thinking about it, it might be a form of humility, or perhaps at that realm, he would truly feel his own insignificance.

In this way, Chen Xu pondered while walking, gradually setting aside distractions and focusing his mind back on the cultivation against this realm.

He could also enter the Fire and Smoke Kitchen in this realm.

But compared to when he was in the Great Li Kingdom, entering the Fire and Smoke Kitchen in this realm required a thousand Fireworks Value each time!

A tenfold difference, although not to the point of making entering the Fire and Smoke Kitchen a luxury, required Chen Xu to plan and measure so he could no longer enter casually.

He had entered once before and found that in the Fire and Smoke Kitchen, he could still cultivate, yet could not increase his life soul, unable to accelerate adaptation to this realm.

So Chen Xu decided to save up the Fireworks Value first.

At least to increase his life soul in the outside world to a level where his cultivation could be fully unleashed before considering entering the Fire and Smoke Kitchen.

Walking like this for about half an hour, Chen Xu arrived at a wide “official road.”

On both sides of the road, all he saw were spirit fields, and among the spirit fields, were scattered figures of some farmers.

They were either bending over to weed or spraying fertilizers.

There were also cultivators interspersed among them.

Chen Xu initially thought these cultivators were guarding the spirit fields, playing a protective role.

But after more careful observation, Chen Xu discovered that these cultivators were actually performing magic, using cloud and rain techniques to scatter Spiritual Rain, nourishing the spirit fields!

This was a world where even cultivators had to farm the fields.

On the official road, occasionally seen were spirit beasts such as spirit horses and spirit deer pulling carts, their calls “yo yo” sounded harmonious in a unique way.

The voices of the farmers’ conversations occasionally reached his ears, hearing everyone discussing:

“Lately Song Yan Culinary Hall is recruiting Spiritual Cuisine Apprentices again, should your Sanjin go and try?”

“Hey, but that’s Song Yan Culinary Hall, how can it be so easy to get in? My Sanjin… his physique is weak, better not try. By the way, your Suisheng, isn’t he going to try?

He has strength, surely adept in tending the fire and flipping the pans, if he goes to Song Yan Culinary Hall, I’m sure he will be selected!”

“No, no? That kid is also very rambunctious, wings hardened nowadays and no longer likes listening to me.

Can you guess what he’s doing now? Hey, he’s actually running errands for a big boss in the Hundred Battles Ruins!”

Hearing all sorts of news, Chen Xu’s feet did not slow down, as if blown by the wind, following the green curtained carriage pulled by a spirit horse as he drifted into Bailiu City.

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