Zhang San! My Immortal Friends

The immortal path is vast, and the Great Dao is hard to attain. Once you enter the immortal sect, it's like plunging into a sea. From then on, the mortal world is behind you.

"This disciple pays his respects to the Elder!"

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Then that's good."

"Senior, how about a bowl?"

"Hmm?"

A moment later, beneath the bamboo grove, they chopped bamboo for firewood, lit a fire, and dug up some shoots.

They set up a pot, fetched water for soup, added the bamboo shoots, and seasoned it with oil and vinegar.

After a mouthful of rich broth, the two exchanged smiles.

"Delicious!"

"You've got a real knack for this, kid!"

"You're too kind, Senior."

"Not bad, not bad. It's fragrant and smooth, even better than wine."

"You're too kind, Senior."

"Why don't you give up cultivating immortality and come work as my cook?"

"You're too kind, Senior."

"Cultivating immortality is exhausting. Come with me, and when I'm on my deathbed, I'll just pass immortality on to you. Isn't that much more practical than all that hard cultivation?"

"..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.