Universe 9

"Lin Fan! Stop for me! Spit out the sect's thousand-year spiritual rice!" The deafening roar penetrated the morning mist in the back mountain of Qingyun Sect, causing the birds in the forest to scatter in all directions. A embarrassed figure was running wildly at a speed that was inconsistent with his cultivation. There was a bulging cloth bag stuffed on his back, and a small "rustling" sound could be heard from inside. "Elder Li, please calm down!" Lin Fan turned around while running, with an extremely dogged smile on his face, but his tone was not apologetic at all, "This spiritual rice is almost infested with worms in the warehouse. This disciple is helping the sect to make the best use of it! Besides, do you think I am still stuck on the third level of Qi Refining after so many years of cultivation, unable to replenish my body?" The Elder Li he spoke of was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring, his gray robe was bulging with anger, and the whisk in his hand was shaking like a windmill: "Fuck you! Thousand-year spiritual rice is used by elders in the foundation building stage to break through! Are you a good-for-nothing at the third level of Qi Refining?"