71: Chapter 71 Master Summons Me Late at Night

"I... I I I..."

Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling stammered.

Subconsciously, she wanted to defend herself, but her mind was completely blank, and she couldn't organize any effective language at all.

"I wasn't thinking anything! Don't talk nonsense!"

She waved her little hands, her eyes darting around in panic, simply not daring to look at Zhao Ruoan.

Looking at her guilty, self-incriminating appearance, Zhao Ruoan was overjoyed.

Teasing this pure and cute Senior Sister was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.

He stopped asking further and pushed the set of cyan-gold cookware forward.

"Senior Sister, take it."

"Following me, this set of cookware is just a pearl gathering dust. Only in the hands of a Spirit Chef Great Master like you, Senior Sister, can its true value be brought out."

Hearing this, Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling's attention was finally pulled back from her embarrassment.

She looked at the set of cookware shimmering brilliantly under the moonlight, and her throat moved.

As a Spirit Chef, she knew better than anyone what a top-grade Spiritual Artifact cookware set meant.

That wasn't just a symbol of status, but even a Divine Artifact that could push her culinary skills a step further!

She simply couldn't resist the temptation within.

"Then... then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, finally stopping her refusals, and carefully put the set of cookware into her own Storage Ring.

Her movements were as cautious as if she were treating a rare peerless treasure.

"Junior Brother, rest assured!"

She patted her well-endowed chest, making a solemn guarantee.

"From now on, your meals are completely covered by me, your Senior Sister! I guarantee to raise you plump and white!"

The maid nearby watched this scene, feeling a sense of shared honor, and couldn't help chiming in.

"Senior Sister Mo, you probably don't know yet, right? Our Young Lord doesn't just know Artifact Refining; he's also a genuine Tier-3 Spirit Chef!"

"What?!"

Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling's mood, which had just calmed down, stirred up stormy seas once again.

She abruptly turned her head to look at Zhao Ruoan.

A Tier-3 Spirit Chef?

Junior Brother has only joined the Sect for three months!

Zhao Ruoan was looked at by her to the point of some embarrassment, and could only nod.

"Mn... A while ago, I went to the Spirit Kitchen Hall to test for a certificate, and just learned it casually."

Casually... learned it?

Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling felt that her worldview was being repeatedly reshaped, then shattered, and then reshaped again.

She herself was hailed as a once-in-a-century culinary Genius of the Great Xia Dynasty. Only under the cultivation of her Family's massive resources and after spending over a dozen years did she barely touch the threshold of a Tier-4 Spirit Chef.

But her Junior Brother...

Casually learned it for a little over two months, and became a Tier-3 Spirit Chef?

Is there any justice left in this world? Is there any rule of law?

Can the gap between people really be this outrageous?

She suddenly recalled the wails of those Elders from Tianhuo Peak.

Now she could finally empathize.

What kind of experience was it to be battered beyond recognition by a teenager's 'hobby'.

After the shock, an unprecedented ecstasy surged into Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling's heart.

"That's great!"

She excitedly grabbed Zhao Ruoan's arm and shook it hard.

"Junior Brother! Do you know how long I've waited for this day!"

"In the entire Qingxuan Sect, besides eating and eating, no one understands me at all!"

"When I research a new dish and want to find someone to share and exchange ideas with, they only know how to say 'Delicious' or 'Another bowl, please'. It's simply playing the lute to a cow!"

Her voice carried grievance and long-standing loneliness.

On this path of the culinary Dao, she had walked too high and too lonely.

Now, she had finally found a Fellow Daoist who could walk side by side with her!

And it was her most beloved Junior Brother!

"Junior Brother! In the future, we'll research culinary arts together, okay?"

On Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling's face, an unprecedented brilliant radiance blossomed.

"Let me tell you, within the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty, when it comes to spiritual cuisine, if I, Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling, claim second, no one dares to claim first! From now on, I, your Senior Sister, will cover you!"

Zhao Ruoan looked at her high-spirited appearance and felt her heartfelt joy and anticipation.

He could understand that loneliness of being undefeated.

He also saw the relief behind the Senior Sister's smile upon finding a kindred spirit.

"Alright."

He gently agreed.

"Anyway, I'm quite free with my cultivation normally, so I can just learn more from Senior Sister."

Anyway, his Cultivation Technique moved by itself; he was indeed the idlest fellow in the entire Sect.

"That's fantastic!"

Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling jumped up in excitement.

This dinner ended in an extremely warm and cheerful atmosphere.

Hugging her newly acquired precious cookware, Third Senior Sister Mo Hongling hummed a little tune and left in utter satisfaction.

Her brisk pace made it seem as if she would float away in the next second.

Zhao Ruoan looked at her retreating figure and shook his head with a smile.

He turned his head and said to the two maids.

"You just had a Breakthrough today, and your Realm is unstable. Go back early to consolidate your cultivation as well."

The spiritual energy contained in that Dragon meat during the day was extremely vast; they needed time to properly refine it.

"Yes, Young Lord."

The two maids respectfully bowed and retreated as well.

Soon, only Zhao Ruoan was left in the small courtyard.

The night breeze was cool, and the moonlight was bright and clear.

The Great Dao Scripture inside his body had long since completely digested the spiritual food energy from dinner, and even felt a bit unsatisfied.

His cultivation had advanced by a sliver once more.

He stretched lazily, feeling his whole body comfortable and without a shred of sleepiness.

"Going out for a stroll and looking at the night view of Qinghan Peak isn't bad either."

He muttered to himself and strode toward the courtyard gate.

However, the moment his foot was just raised.

A cold, ethereal voice without the slightest emotional fluctuation rang out in his mind without warning.

"Ruoan, come to the main hall."

It was the voice of Revered Master Yun Qinghan!

Zhao Ruoan's movements paused.

Revered Master?

So late at night, why suddenly call him over?

Some doubts welled up in his heart.

However, he didn't delay, immediately withdrawing his foot stepping toward the courtyard gate, and turned to walk toward the magnificent main hall at the peak of the mountain covered in ice and snow all year round.

...

At the peak of Qinghan Peak, the main hall stood lofty.

Different from the coldness of daytime, the palace under the night sky added a bit of aloofness and loneliness.

Zhao Ruoan stepped up the stairs, every step treading on the heavy white jade stone slabs, producing a slight echo.

Pushing open the heavy palace doors, a bone-chilling coldness rushed toward him, but this coldness didn't come from ice and snow, but rather originated from the figure sitting upright on the crystal throne deep within the main hall.

Yun Qinghan.

She sat quietly there, her white robes surpassing snow, blending into the entire world of ice and snow. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation around her body, yet she gave people the illusion that heaven and earth were all under her control.

"Disciple Zhao Ruoan pays respects to Revered Master."

Zhao Ruoan bowed in salute, his voice echoing in the empty main hall.

"Mn."

Yun Qinghan's voice rang in his mind, still as cold as before, carrying no trace of mortal worldly aura.

"Summoning you here is for a matter."

"The Sect's award for you saving your fellow Disciples during the beast tide previously has come down."