72: Chapter 72 Master, I Really Have No Talent

Zhao Ruoan was stunned for a moment, his mind turning over before he remembered which matter it was.

" This Disciple dares not take credit, " he replied modestly.

" Meritorious deeds must be rewarded, and mistakes must be punished; this is the iron law of the Sect. "

Yun Qinghan's tone did not have the slightest ripple.

" There are two rewards this time. "

" First, one hundred thousand Sect contribution points. "

One hundred thousand!

Zhao Ruoan made a small calculation in his heart.

This sum of contribution points was enough for him to casually exchange and read various Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals below the Heaven Rank in the Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

The Sect was quite generous this time.

" Second... " Yun Qinghan's voice paused slightly, " Be dispatched to guard the Sect's No. 3 Mid-Grade Spirit Stone mine for a period of one month. "

As her voice fell, the expression on Zhao Ruoan's face froze.

Guard a Spirit Stone mine?

What kind of reward was this supposed to be?

Was he going to be a miner boss?

He imagined the scene of himself wearing miner's clothes, wearing a safety helmet, and supervising a group of Disciples mining every day, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Was he sure this wasn't a punishment?

Yun Qinghan seemed to perceive his thoughts, and her voice sounded once more.

" The No. 3 Spirit Stone mine is one of the three veins with the densest Spiritual Qi in our Qingxuan Sect. "

" At the core of the vein, there is a Spirit-Gathering Grand Formation left over from ancient times, and the Sect expends a huge price to maintain its operation. "

" Cultivating within the grand formation for one day can equal ten days of effort outside. "

" Core Disciples within the Sect need to spend tens of thousands of contribution points just to apply to enter and Cultivate there for an hour, and the monthly quotas are limited. "

Boundless waves surged in Zhao Ruoan's heart lake.

Holy shit?

Now he completely understood.

Where was this going to be a miner boss? This fucking was a publicly-funded trip!

Compared to this, those exorbitant cultivation chambers in the Sect were simply the difference between a rough-cast house and a presidential suite.

Going there this trip, not only would he not spend a single penny, but he could also freeload for a month in a top-tier VIP cultivation Holy Land?

Such free wool, not fleecing it would be a waste!

" This Disciple is willing! "

Zhao Ruoan's reply resounded powerfully, afraid that Revered Master would go back on her word in the next second.

" This Disciple is willing to share worries for the Sect. Not to mention a month, even if the Disciple is allowed to guard the mine for a lifetime, this Disciple is completely willing! "

The grand hall fell into a dead silence.

After a long while, Yun Qinghan's voice sounded again.

" ... One month is the limit. After the period expires, naturally others will rotate in. "

" Oh. "

Zhao Ruoan felt a little bit of disappointment, but he quickly adjusted his mindset.

A month was not bad either. Translated into practice, it was equivalent to earning nearly a year of arduous cultivation time for free.

A blood profit without loss.

" Many thanks, Revered Master, many thanks, Sect. " He thanked her sincerely.

" Mn. "

Yun Qinghan acknowledged, and this matter was considered over.

The atmosphere in the grand hall recovered its previous aloofness.

Just when Zhao Ruoan thought he could take his leave, Yun Qinghan's voice sounded once more.

" That set of cookware you refined for your Third Senior Sister, I saw it. "

Zhao Ruoan's heartstrings tightened for a fraction of a moment.

" A top-grade Spiritual Artifact, forged entirely from Azure Obsidian Gold and supplemented with Starry Sand, with skilled techniques and pure fire control. Not bad. "

Yun Qinghan's evaluation was concise and to the point.

Being able to receive an evaluation of " not bad " from her lips was enough to make any Artifact Refining Grandmaster proud.

" Your Third Senior Sister comes from the Mo Family, which is a Family of the culinary Dao and also an unfortunate Family. She has been sensitive in her Heart-Nature since childhood. I am very gratified that you can get along harmoniously with her and cherish each other. "

Yun Qinghan's tone, for the first time ever, softened a bit.

Hearing this, Zhao Ruoan felt some warmth in his heart.

So Revered Master knew everything.

She seemed aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs, but in reality, she took every Disciple's matters to heart.

" Senior Sister treats me extremely well. It is only right for this Disciple to do some things for Senior Sister. "

He said calmly: " This Disciple has also agreed with Third Senior Sister to study the way of the Spirit Chef together in the future. "

After these words were spoken.

Zhao Ruoan felt that the temperature in the grand hall seemed to drop by a few more degrees.

Yun Qinghan fell silent.

This silence was longer than any previous one.

Artifact Refining... was fine after all, since the Dao of artifacts connected with the Dao of formations and talismans. By drawing inferences from one instance, it could be considered part of cultivation.

But this way of the Spirit Chef...

Her closing Disciple, who bore immortal-grade talent and practiced a Supreme Cultivation Technique, had limitless future achievements and was destined to ascend to the peak of the Myriad Daos.

Now, he actually wanted to study how to cook meals?

Yun Qinghan, this reincarnated Immortal Emperor, for the first time felt that a crack had appeared in her Dao Heart.

A nameless fire slowly rose from the bottom of her heart.

Neglecting one's proper business!

Simply neglecting one's proper business too much!

She must find an excuse to properly knock some sense into him and make him pull all his thoughts back to the right path.

" Oh? "

Yun Qinghan's voice recovered its ancient-well-unrippled aloofness.

" You also dabble in the way of the Spirit Chef? "

" Your Artifact Refining talent can be called one of a kind through the ages. Revered Master is rather curious, just how much attainment do you have in the culinary Dao? "

Here it comes, here it comes.

As soon as Zhao Ruoan heard this tone, he knew Revered Master was going to test him.

If he said he was uniquely talented, Revered Master would probably be even more angry, feeling that he was indulging in things that sap one's will.

He had to be humble and show weakness to the enemy.

" Reporting to Revered Master, this Disciple truly has no talent in this aspect. "

Zhao Ruoan had an earnest expression.

" I just learned casually and am still in the groping stage; it is very superficial. "

Hearing these words, the nameless fire in Yun Qinghan's heart subsided slightly, replaced by a gratification of " as expected ".

I've caught your flaw.

She had already organized her language, ready to give Zhao Ruoan a good educational lecture on " the distinction between primary and secondary in cultivation " and " the essentials of specialization in the Dao ".

However, Zhao Ruoan's next sentence made her swallow back all the prepared rhetoric.

" This Disciple is dull-witted; spending around two months, I can only barely cook Third-Grade spirit meals. "

Zhao Ruoan's tone was filled with " shame ".

" Compared to Artifact Refining, it truly cannot be shown in public. "

" ... "

Within the grand hall, the drop of a pin could be heard.

Yun Qinghan sat upright on the ice crystal throne, her entire person freezing up.

What was she just about to say?

Two months... a Third-Grade Spirit Chef?

This was called having no talent?

This was called very superficial?

Then what was her third Disciple from the Mo Family, who was praised as a once-in-a-century culinary Dao Genius and took over a dozen years just to touch the threshold of the Fourth-Grade, considered?

Trash?

Yun Qinghan felt her head buzzing.

She, a reincarnated Immortal Emperor, had witnessed the changes of countless eras and witnessed the rise and fall of countless prodigies.

But she had never seen such an outrageous person.

A stomach full of admonishing words she had carefully prepared was now blocked in her throat, unable to spit out a single word.

What could she say?

Say his skill was not refined? In two months, he became a Third-Grade Spirit Chef.

Say he was indulging in things that sap one's will? His cultivation, Artifact Refining, and cooking all crushed his peers, or even Seniors.

This conversation was thoroughly chatted to death.

Yun Qinghan, an existence who had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, experienced for the first time what was called a " sense of powerlessness ".

Another long silence followed.

" ... You, withdraw first. "

In Yun Qinghan's voice, a deep exhaustion leaked through.

She felt that she needed to be alone to quiet down.