"No mistakes in the writing."
Wen Ping responded indifferently.
He then reached out to take what Shan Hua handed over, without saying much, and directly stored it into his Storage Ring.
Shan Hua seemed puzzled and asked, "But, Sect Leader Wen, those things can at most make some ordinary Spiritual Cuisine. My ancestor is already being corroded by the Innate Poison and doesn’t have much time left."
"Do you understand Spiritual Cuisine?"
Wen Ping looked at Shan Hua and countered with a question.
Shan Hua shook his head.
Wen Ping continued, "If you don’t understand, then what are you talking about. It’s like eating; the side dishes don’t matter much, the most important is the main course. If it’s good enough, it can turn anything from decay into wonder."
Shan Hua nodded somewhat understandingly.
Wen Ping smiled helplessly; well, this guy completely didn’t get it, "Just like that. Come at noon tomorrow to pick it up, and let your Young Master bring 10 White Crystals, payment upon delivery, won’t wait if you’re late."
Shan Hua hurriedly nodded, clasped his fists, and was about to leave, "Hmm hmm. Sect Leader Wen, I will definitely convey your message."
After Shan Hua left, Wen Ping silently asked the system, "System, how many meals can I make with those Jianmu leaves?"
"If used to remove the Tomb Poison, eight bowls."
He had eight Jianmu Trees, and the leaves, though not densely grown, still numbered one or two hundred leaves, right?
"That’s just my answer; as for the actual result, the host can make as many as you want."
Seeing that the system couldn’t provide more information, Wen Ping went to the back mountain of Yunlan Mountain, intending to pick Jianmu leaves, but Ling Yun’s eyes turned red upon seeing Wen Ping coming, and he immediately followed him.
"Sect Leader Wen, please let me go." Ling Yun was at the Middle Profound Realm but was chopping wood and planting trees day and night, how could she bear it? The body could withstand it, but the dignity in her bones couldn’t.
Seeing this, Wen Ping secretly smiled.
If known earlier, why make the mistakes initially?
"It wasn’t me who kept you here; you trampled on Akamu’s work results, and when you leave depends on it."
Of course, Wen Ping didn’t actually let Akamu make the decision.
Rather—if it were Akamu’s decision, it would certainly drag Ling Yun here until she grows old. It still had to plant trees for 300 years, naturally holding onto whoever it could, not likely to let Ling Yun go.
And this was also what Wen Ping wanted.
Akamu, hearing Wen Ping’s response, laughed with delight and immediately held up Ling Yun with one hand, "Keep working, it’s just been less than a month and you’re , look at Hei Ze, she’s never complained."
Ling Yun was speechless.
Just for 50 White Crystals.
She not only lost her Great Demon status but also found herself trapped.
This kind of tree, how long will it take to plant them?
Ling Yun’s frustration was ignored by Wen Ping, who glanced at the silent Hei Ze under Akamu’s gaze, and went to the Jianmu tree, counted the Jianmu leaves, and picked 20 leaves.
Just happened to strip one of the trees bare.
Following that, Wen Ping went to the kitchen.
After processing all the ingredients simply, he put them back in the Storage Ring, just waiting for the next day.
When night fell, heaven and earth couldn’t see the distance, only what’s underfoot and overhead. At this moment, the night at Yunlan Mountain was extraordinarily quiet, apart from insect chirps, only the sound of footsteps occasionally came.
And a trace of wind, as if trying to carry away something as it swept through the forest.
As night deepened, most people had finished their cultivation for the day because of the precedent set by the "Dragon-slaying Sword" at Huan Shan, so today everyone eagerly returned to the dormitory area early.
"Oh, it’s changed again."
"Yes, today even the Fierce Beast Trial Ground has changed."
"What changed at the Fierce Beast Trial Ground?"
"Added an Elder Trial Area, I asked Sect Leader today, but he didn’t share specifics."
The crowd discussed a few words.
Since it was the Elder Trial Area, they didn’t pay more attention, Zhao Qing stood in front of the fountain, "Lele, where’s the Sect Leader?"
Yang Lele quickly responded, "Seems like he’s at the Fierce Beast Trial Ground, we can go directly, the Sect Leader definitely knows I’m going to watch ’Immortal Slayer’."
After speaking, Yang Lele suddenly thought of the new entrant Zhantian Ye.
Originally intended to invite her along, but extinguished the thought as soon as it came out. If he went looking for Zhantian Ye, Zhao Qing would surely pull some stunt again. He just couldn’t understand it, clearly he liked her so much?
Why insist on treating him like a brother, always inexplicably messing with him?
Can’t she be a bit gentler?
It’s hard being a man!
Yang Lele sighed and then said to Zhao Yi beside him, "Junior Brother, go invite Elder Zhantian."
Zhao Yi nodded, understanding like Yang Lele; she ran directly to Zhantian Ye’s place, knocking on the door of Zhantian Ye’s residence. Though understanding, the one who opened the door was Zhantian Qingxuan; seeing Zhantian Qingxuan’s cold gaze, Zhao Yi startled, and her speech became hesitant.
"Elder, we’re going to the Viewing Room together now, are you and Sister Zhantian coming?"
"Sect Leader only opens it at night, can’t go during the day."
"Oh? A Cultivation Room only open at night, I’d like to see what’s different then."
Zhao Yi awkwardly smiled, quickly explaining, "No, Elder, you misunderstood. The Viewing Room isn’t for cultivation; it’s for watching a play."
Zhantian Qingxuan immediately attempted to shut the door upon hearing this.
Asking her to watch a play?
Does her time go to waste ?
At the moment of closing the door, she was about to reprimand Zhao Yi for not focusing on cultivation and going watching a play at night when Yu Mo approached and spoke, "Elder Zhantian, this play is different, I’m also going, how about joining us?"
"Since you’re going as well, I’ll go along and see." She didn’t believe a Middle Profound Realm cultivator would truly waste time watching a play, neglecting cultivation to indulge in something futile.
Thus everyone arrived at the Viewing Room.
Throughout the journey, the group couldn’t help but envy Yu Mo with the Dragon-slaying Sword slung over his back.
Upon entering the Viewing Room, Yang Lele was still the most enthusiastic, "Sect Leader, I want to experience the immersion area for two hours."
Everyone buzzed and paid, and took their seats.
At this moment, Wen Ping glanced at Zhantian Qingxuan and her granddaughter, and said, "Elder Zhantian, I personally recommend the regular viewing area, 20 gold per hour."
Zhantian Qingxuan immediately had Zhantian Ye pay, and then sat in the regular viewing area, following Wen Ping’s instructions to put on the glasses. With intense curiosity, Zhantian Qingxuan was seated among the crowd.
Because the entire Immortal Sect seemed to lack no ordinary items.
In the next moment, the dark screen suddenly changed, and the opening narration of ’Immortal Slayer’ sounded in the ears.
Zhantian Qingxuan exclaimed.
After a while, cries of joy could be heard.
Because the opening scene featured an elder using the Flying Sword technique.
Having never seen such things, Zhantian Qingxuan immediately gasped, causing most people in the Viewing Room to take off their glasses to see she was the source, but no one dared to speak.
"What kind of Technique is this, actually capable of sending a sword flying, is this... a Profound Level Vein Technique?"
Seeing this, Wen Ping halted his steps intended to leave, walked over, patted Zhantian Qingxuan’s shoulder, forcibly removed her glasses, and coldly said, "Elder Zhantian, if you shout again, I can only ask you to leave."
One watches a play without speaking.
Screaming during a show, where’s the decorum?
Zhantian Qingxuan squeezed out an apologetic smile and said, "Apologies, I was truly astonished."
"No next time allowed."
After speaking, Wen Ping left the Viewing Room.