On the day Lin Wanzhao's engagement was annulled, the entire cultivation world was laughing.
Xie Wuwang, the proud son of Qingyun Sword Sect, broke the engagement in public, saying that the "esophagus" she cultivated was just a heretical practice, she indulged in food and drink, and was not worthy of being a sword cultivator.
He left the Foundation Establishment Pill and a defective spiritual sword as compensation, then turned around and retreated to attack the Golden Pill.
Lin Wanzhao returned to his ancestral dilapidated courtyard and looked at the empty rice vat and the cracked Wuwei Ding. The moment her fingertips touched the cauldron, her sleeping blood suddenly came to life - she could taste the "taste" of the spiritual power of all things, and the flaws in the elixir, the congestion of the sword energy, and the flaws in the techniques were all invisible on the tip of her tongue.
Is food cultivation a side sect? Then she would use this side door to walk out of a road leading to the sky.
She opened a small restaurant in the most inconspicuous corner of the world of cultivation. The fire poison that cannot be cured by pills can be resolved with a cup of Qingxin Decoction. The sword intention that cannot be cultivated through sword cultivation was shattered by her plate of Lingxiao cakes. The ancestor who went into seclusion and became obsessed with evil, she brought back the line between life and death with a tranquilizing banquet.
People who had laughed at her in the past squeezed through the threshold just to get a seat at the custom-made spiritual meal.
As for Shen Zhiyuan, the sickly scholar who always came to have a meal across the door, she originally thought he was just a down-and-out casual cultivator. Until one day, the world was full of immortals and demons, trying to seize her inheritance—— The scholar put down the half-drunk sweet soup, wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the small courtyard slowly. The green shirt moves automatically without wind, and the shadow of ancient Baize emerges behind him, and the auspicious light washes away the three realms. He turned back and smiled gently at her: "Don't be afraid, you continue to make soup. I will keep quiet those who disturb you."
