The night gradually deepened, and stars lit up one by one.
The stone pot burbled, sending a fresh fragrance drifting into their noses. Zhang Song licked his lips. "Is it about ready?"
"It's done." Gu An sniffed, also feeling famished.
The stone pot was brought over, and bamboo tubes were placed on the table. The two sat down on either side.
Opening the stone pot, a spicy aroma mixed with a fresh fragrance rushed forth. The soup was milky white. Splitting open the bamboo tubes, the charred fragrance of Spirit Chicken overflowed.
Zhang Song took out the Bamboo Fruit Wine. Tilting the bamboo-section wine jar, the pale green wine liquid fell like spring rain, dripping into the earthenware bowl. The column of wine struck the bottom of the bowl, fine bubbles climbing upward, and a sweet, clear scent also rose with them.
The wine liquid gradually spread out in the cup-the bottom layer settled with residual fruit pulp, the middle layer was clear wine, and the upper layer floated with the emerald halo of fresh bamboo. Although it was murky, it overflowed with spiritual Qi.
Gu An sniffed the wine's fragrance, uncertain. "This is Spirit Wine, right? Your grandfather didn't give you the wrong thing? You didn't sneak it yourself, did you?"
"Of course not. This is First-Grade Lower-Tier Bamboo Fruit Wine. If I dared to take it, my legs would be broken!" Zhang Song grinned.
Gu An had a guess in his heart. This jar of wine probably cost five or six spirit stones. Zhang Song's grandfather couldn't be that generous either, after all, he had more than one grandson and needed to cultivate himself. This was probably the last bit of support?
Zhang Song saw Gu An's eyes flickering and knew he had probably guessed it. It wasn't hard to guess; he had mentioned this matter before!
So he deliberately showed off: "My grandfather also gave me a magical artifact this time, a First-Grade Middle-Tier Li-Fire Sword, and another thirty spirit stones. Your buddy is getting rich too."
Gu An shook his head after hearing this. Well, it was true. No matter what, his starting point was far better than his own. Why be overly sensitive?
But then he thought of Spirit Source Feedback, and his mood improved again.
"Come, let's drink." Zhang Song saw Gu An's expression change and thought he was stimulated, so he raised his earthenware bowl.
"Cheers." Gu An also raised his bowl.
The wine liquid entered his mouth, clear and sweet. In the middle, a fruity fragrance arose, seemingly carrying strands of bamboo fragrance. The aftertaste had the warmth of honey, as if he were in a bamboo forest after rain, clear and pure.
Then a faint spiritual Qi surged up, actually slightly benefiting his cultivation.
Half-drunk, the two chatted excitedly, talking freely about the future.
"I plan to join the Demon-Hunting Team, follow the team to take on some demon hunting and spirit herb gathering missions. That way, spirit stones come faster."
"I'm not bragging to you. With my Dual Cultivation of Body and Magic, and having the Li-Fire Sword in hand, I'll be a hot commodity in any Demon-Hunting Team. A little Demon Beast, easily captured."
"By then, I'll be rolling in spirit stones, and I'll directly break through to Foundation Establishment and become a Foundation Establishment Elder."
"Then I'll gain the appreciation of a True Person, who will insist on supporting me to form a Golden Core. And I'll be very lucky to succeed on the first try. By then, I'll be a Golden Core True Person."
"Once I become a Golden Core True Person, you can just waltz right through this Qingyuan Sect."
Gu An listened to Zhang Song's bragging booming to the heavens, but didn't spoil the fun. Smiling, he raised his wine bowl.
"Come, a toast to the future Golden Core True Person."
With that, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one go.
To be fair, although Zhang Song was bragging, joining the Demon-Hunting Team wasn't a bad choice.
Although the Demon-Hunting Team was dangerous, spirit stones came quickly, and there were many Fated Chances. The Qingyuan Mountains were a branch range of the Cloudmist Mountains, rich in products. Those near mountains live off the mountains-it was considered stable!
Only like this would Zhang Song's chance at Foundation Establishment not be so slim!
Gu An took another sip of wine, feeling a bit tipsy. His face flushed red. He spoke up: "My combat ability is average. I want to find a sect industry to guard. Preferably a spirit beast breeding industry. After all, raising Colorful-Feather Chickens for three years has given me some experience."
"That's simple. In half a month, my grandfather will be on duty at the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. Go take a look then. He knows all the ins and outs."
"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll shamelessly visit then."
Zhang Song waved his hand: "Hey, such a small matter, no need to be polite. Besides, he likes you well enough anyway."
Gu An lightly tapped the rim of his bowl, moved in his heart. He raised his wine glass, pushed it forward slightly, and downed it in one gulp.
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Morning clouds floated with dew. Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside a room, a young man slowly withdrew his technique. The blue spiritual light gradually subsided. This person was Gu An.
Half a month had passed since that day he drank with Zhang Song. Zhang Song had gone out on a mission with the Demon-Hunting Team the very next day. Gu An had no tasks, so he spent the entire day practicing techniques.
By today, all three techniques were completely learned, and he could release them smoothly. They were initially usable against enemies.
In terms of cultivation, he had gained another thirteen strands of spiritual Qi this half month. This spiritual Qi was extremely pure and easy to refine. With the support of this spiritual Qi, Gu An's cultivation had taken another big step forward.
He estimated that with another eighty strands, he could step into the fifth layer of Qi Condensation.
There were only about thirty Colorful-Feather Chickens left outside. They couldn't even make up the number, let alone the fact that Spirit Source Feedback required spirit beasts he had raised himself. He had only been raising these Colorful-Feather Chickens for a year. If Qingyun Tower kept delaying the slaughter, he was afraid they wouldn't be recognized.
"Open up sources. I need to hurry and open up sources."
Gu An gritted his teeth. It had been over half a month since he discovered his golden finger, and he still hadn't been able to use it effectively.
Today happened to be the day Zhang Song's grandfather was on duty. He needed to hurry and see if there was any way in.
As for why he had to pick the day Zhang Song's grandfather was on duty to go, of course it was because without pulling some strings, such a cushy job wouldn't fall to him.
One had to know that Steward Liu could catch a Spirit Chicken to eat from time to time. The stewards of other spirit beast farms weren't any less active in this regard. This kind of perk wasn't an isolated case.
Although the Qingyuan Sect's regulations on the number of spirit beasts to be handed in weren't exactly lenient, with some scheming, one could always keep a little surplus in hand.
Thinking of this, Gu An didn't delay any longer. He tidied up a bit and went out.
The Miscellaneous Affairs Hall wasn't far from Little Thousand Peak. It was located between the five outer disciple peaks and one inner disciple peak. To be precise, many of the Qingyuan Sect's buildings were here, including the Scripture Pavilion Gu An had gone to before.
Its name was Qingyun Peak.
The Qingyuan Sect had one Third-Grade Spirit Vein, encompassing nine peaks: six disciple peaks, one Qingyun Peak, one Qingyuan Peak where the sect's main hall and the core of the Sect-Protecting Grand Formation were built, and one Cloudrise Peak where Foundation Establishment and Golden Core elders resided.
Beyond the nine peaks, there were some scattered Spirit Veins, either on mountain peaks or in valleys, serving as sect industries, continuously providing resources for the Qingyuan Sect.
Gu An activated the Light Body Spell and swiftly dashed towards Qingyun Peak.
A moment later, he arrived at the sect's Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.
The morning mist on Qingyun Peak's Miscellaneous Affairs Hall had not yet fully dissipated. The ancient and grand wooden pavilion was already glowing with spiritual light.
Azure smoke rose from the bronze incense burner. Gu An stepped inside. There were already a few scattered disciples here to receive tasks.
A green jade long desk faced the door. An old man in a green robe sat behind the desk, with two young Senior Brothers sitting on either side. Each had a small desk in front of them, with dozens of jade slips placed on them.
The old man was slightly plump, with a kind face. His fingers rhythmically tapped on the desk. The green jade thumb ring occasionally struck the jade desk, producing a crisp sound.
Gu An stepped forward and bowed. "Greetings, Steward Zhang. Disciple Gu An has come to receive a task."
Steward Zhang lifted his head slightly. Seeing it was Gu An, he gave a light cough. "Ahem. That last task of yours had some issues. Come with me to the quiet room to discuss it in detail."
"Yu Feng, Murong Lin, you two keep an eye on things."
With that, he stood up and walked towards the inner quiet room.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcSyEqeAdT
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