His cooking is so delicious that he's become the darling of the entire cultivation world.

Chapter 17 Miscellaneous Service Peak

Yun Ci packed the stall and tools into her storage bag, and the people at the small table over there finished eating.

He walked over and put the two small tables and four chairs into the storage bag.

The two elders have already left.

Chu Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn, my master is finally gone."

With his master there, he always felt that his master's terrifying gaze was always on him.

Yun Ci laughed, "Are you that afraid of your master?"

"Of course! You have no idea how terrifying he is. The scariest thing is that he talks to you all day long about the great principles of cultivation. My ears are about to fall off."

Although Chu Ziming said this, his face did not show much resistance; it was just a slight complaint, like someone being urged to study.

Although Chu Ziming was about the same age as him, Yun Ci was 18 when he graduated from Modern Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and Yun Ci felt that he was more mature psychologically.

He patted Chu Ziming's shoulder earnestly, "Your master is doing this for your own good. Child, keep up the good work."

These two idiots are destined to become famous weapon refiners.

Chu Ziming's eyes widened. "I'm not a child. Yun Ci, how old are you? You look younger than me."

"I'm 15." Although I don't know the original owner's birthday, the novel says that the original owner is 15.

"Hehe, I'm 16, you're younger than me, you're the kid." Chu Ziming said smugly.

Yun Ci glanced at Chu Ziming and said, "My mental age is more mature. Do you even know what mental age means?"

"I don't see how mature you are mentally," Chu Ziming said, pursing his lips.

Mingming Yunci is sometimes even dumber than him.

After getting to know Yun Ci, I often saw him singing strange songs from time to time, and sometimes they were quite childish.

Yun Ci, “…”

Yun Ci ignored him and walked forward.

Chu Zimo, "..."

He discovered it again: Yun Ci gets angry so easily, but he likes it.

If Yun Ci were his junior brother, he could eat Yun Ci's cooking every day.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziming's eyes lit up.

......

After selling all the food, it was almost noon.

The square was still crowded, with stalls lined up one after another.

Most cultivators have already abstained from grains or taken abstinence pills, while some who have neither choose to go to the dining hall.

Yun Ci and Chu Ziming weren't hungry yet, so they decided to wander around together and see what fun things there were to do.

After wandering around for a while, Yun Ci found that there was nothing of interest to him. There were some pills that interested him, but when he asked, he found that even a simple first-grade Foundation Establishment Pill cost 80 low-grade spirit stones.

excuse me.

Chu Ziming did buy a few uncommon materials for refining weapons.

After strolling around for a while, the two returned to Yun Ci's courtyard.

Yun Ci was preparing ingredients for her stall the next day, and Chu Ziming, having nothing else to do, went along with her.

As soon as the door opened, Xiaobai pounced on it.

"Chu mi." She stared at Yun Ci with her big purple eyes, puzzled.

It's as if you're saying, "Didn't you say you'd be back this afternoon?"

Yun Ci held Xiao Bai in her arms and stroked its soft fur. "The goods were sold out in an hour, so we came back early."

"Chu mi." Mmm.

"Yun Ci, your contracted beast looks too weak." Chu Ziming, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but say when he saw the palm-sized little white beast.

Mumbling to myself.

This contracted beast is so weak, it's not even as good as a majestic wolf or tiger...

"You're the weak one, Xiaobai is so cute." Yun Ci rolled her eyes.

Little White retracted its outstretched claws and nestled obediently in Yun Ci's arms.

......

On the other side, there's the Miscellaneous Service Peak.

Tens of thousands of miscellaneous disciples of the sect live here. They are responsible for all kinds of tasks, big and small, throughout the sect: cleaning the sect's main hall, planting spiritual plants, feeding spiritual beasts, weeding the spiritual fields, and running errands for other sect disciples.

The people here are all from impoverished families in the mortal realm who couldn't afford to raise them, so they were sent to the sect.

They do all the hardest and most tiring work within the sect.

"Phew, I'm finally back. I'm exhausted."

Inside a small hut, a servant disciple sat on a stone bed covered with a mattress, rubbing his legs and speaking weakly.

"Where did you go? Weren't you free today?" said another person on the stone bed.

"Don't even mention it. This morning when I went to the dining hall, an outer disciple stopped me and asked me to deliver something. Sigh."

"Deliver something? To which peak?"

“Beast Taming Peak,” the servant sighed.

"Beast Taming Peak? You're really unlucky then." The man gave him a sympathetic look.

"Who says otherwise? I finally get a day off, and instead of browsing the stalls, I'm being called to run errands." As he spoke, a resentful expression appeared on his face. "If we were outer disciples, let's see if those people would still dare to order us around like that."

"...Stop talking. We're just lowly servants. Let's get some rest."

"Can you smell the food? It smells pretty good."

At that moment, the person on the far side of the bed, covered by a blanket, stirred.

The two people who were speaking looked over.

The person who had just returned glanced over there and said, "Sleeping?"

The other person shrugged. "Probably, it hasn't moved at all."

"He probably went to exercise in the woods again yesterday, didn't he?" The person who had just returned pouted.

The other person scoffed, "They just refuse to accept their fate."

"Tch, does he really think he's the chosen one? If he were that lucky, would he have been stuck on the miscellaneous servants' peak for seven or eight years?"

The reason they are called menial disciples is because they lack the talent for cultivating immortality.

There are four beds in one room, all on one side, which can accommodate four people.

"I'm going to sleep. When he gets up, I'll make him sweep the floor. You can't cultivate without doing chores, right?" The man said with a wicked grin.

The other person smiled as well.

There was no sound in the room.

The person with his back to them slowly opened his eyes, and there was not a trace of sleepiness in them.

He sat up, folded the blankets neatly, and hugged something to his chest.

The other person in bed glanced at him and said, "Hey, it's your turn to sweep the floor today."

The skinny boy lowered his head, said "I understand," and left.

The person inside pursed their lips and lay back down on the bed.

If Yun Ci were here, he would recognize that the person who sneered was the very thin boy who bought food from him.

Instead of sweeping the floor first, Hei Zi found a secluded spot and opened the item he was carefully wrapping in a cloth.

Hei Zi took out a soft, white steamed bun, which contrasted sharply with his thin, dark hands.

Hei Zi began to eat, savoring each bite with utmost care.

After finishing his meal, he noticed there were five buns left. He carefully wrapped them up, hid them in a hole in the wall, and covered them with a stone.

After sweeping the floor, I went to the laundry room.

There were several rooms with a well in the middle. Several people dressed as servants were carrying basins in and out of these rooms, drawing water to wash clothes, sheets, and bedding.

Hei Zi silently went inside and brought out a basin of clothes.

It was filled with the outer disciples' clothes; the basin was even heavier than him.

He went outside, put down the basin, filled it with water, and squatted down to start washing.