Chapter 8 – Rice Eater, Rice Spirit
Looking at the dozen or so bottles of pills and medicinal powders in front of him, Ye Changqing was a bit stunned. At this moment, the other disciples also came to their senses and spoke one after another.
"Yeah, Junior Brother Changqing, if you need pills, just tell us. I have ten Body Refinement Pills here, you can use them first."
"I'm a bit tight on resources lately, only have three bottles of Body Tempering Liquid powder left. Junior Brother Changqing, take them. I'll have my family send more money in a few days."
"Such trivial matters like cultivation resources are nothing for Junior Brother Changqing to worry about. We are here for you, just focus on your cultivation and cooking."
"Exactly, such small matters shouldn't trouble you, Junior Brother."
Goodness, Ye Changqing didn't expect that a simple sentence from him would instantly get him hundreds of Body Refinement Pills and Body Tempering Liquid. This was absurd, and from the way they talked, it seemed like he could just ask them for anything he lacked in the future.
When did cultivation resources become so trivial?
Ye Changqing hadn't realized that the reason everyone was so eager was simply because they wanted to enjoy his noodles. If Ye Changqing had to take on tasks for cultivation resources, wouldn't that mean less time for them to enjoy his noodles?
That was absolutely unacceptable. So, trivial cultivation resources were nothing to worry about; they would support Ye Changqing. At worst, they could just take on more tasks. Surely, so many people could afford to support one Ye Changqing?
"This... isn't it inappropriate?"
"What are you saying, Junior Brother Changqing? Such trivial cultivation resources, you mustn't refuse."
"Exactly, if you don't accept, we won't feel right coming to eat noodles anymore."
Unable to refuse, Ye Changqing had no choice but to accept. However, having accepted their offerings, he naturally had to show some appreciation. Immediately, Ye Changqing decided to change the kitchen's schedule from two meals a day to three.
Hearing this, everyone cheered, calculating in their minds. Previously, they could have noodles twice a day, but now it was three times. That meant thirty more times a month, and three hundred sixty-five more times a year.
Heh heh...
Calculating, many people let out strange laughs, thinking that the cultivation resources were well spent. They must continue this way, not letting trivial matters affect Junior Brother Changqing's cooking.
After eating, everyone conscientiously washed the dishes and cleaned up, Lu Youyou doing the same.
As night fell, everyone gradually left, but Lu Youyou stayed until the end. When the courtyard was empty except for her, Ye Changqing came over with a tea jar and asked.
"Senior Sister, is there something you need?"
"Junior Brother Changqing, if I wanted you to become my attendant, would you be willing?" Lu Youyou asked expectantly.
In the Dao Yi Sect, direct disciples, Peak Masters, main elders, and those above them could have attendants. An attendant was essentially someone bound to them. If Ye Changqing became Lu Youyou's attendant, they would share in each other's glory and loss. Of course, there were many benefits, such as receiving double the cultivation resources—one portion from the sect and one from Lu Youyou. It also meant having a powerful backer.
Perhaps fearing Ye Changqing's refusal, Lu Youyou paused and then added, "Rest assured, Junior Brother, I will not treat you poorly. I'll cover all your cultivation resources in the future."
Hearing this, Ye Changqing looked at Lu Youyou in surprise, not expecting her to be a direct disciple. Only direct disciples were qualified to have attendants. He had thought she was at most an inner sect disciple, but she turned out to be a big shot. To know, there were only seven direct disciples on the Divine Sword Peak. Becoming an attendant to a direct disciple was something countless people would fight for, not just menial disciples, but even outer and inner sect disciples.
After all, direct disciples were akin to princes in a royal dynasty. Following them meant being a close minister, with many benefits. Not to mention, Lu Youyou was a pretty little Lolita, which was a definite bonus.
However, Ye Changqing almost immediately shook his head and refused. "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister, but I don't have such thoughts for now."
Ye Changqing could guess Lu Youyou's purpose in saying this; it was simply because of his good cooking skills. But if he followed her, he would only be cooking for her in the future. This wouldn't benefit his growth, and Ye Changqing didn't want to be subordinate to others. Although he was just a menial disciple now, he was content and free in the kitchen.
As for cultivation resources, to be frank, was Ye Changqing lacking?
Lu Youyou was a bit disappointed but didn't insist. "Then... I'll come to you for meals every day."
"No problem at all. This is the Divine Sword Peak's kitchen, after all. Senior Sister Youyou is always welcome."
"Okay."
Smiling, showing two small dimples, Lu Youyou then left.
It was time for rewards, and the system's prompt arrived as expected. The number of people for dinner was a bit more than lunch, about fifty or so.
[Host: Ye Changqing.]
[Identity: Menial Disciple of Dao Yi Sect.]
[Cultivation Level: Minor Body Refinement Achievement (76/200)]
[Prestige: Unknown.]
[Talent: Lower Grade Upper Tier (3/100)]
[Constitution: Lower Grade Upper Tier (61/100)]
[Comprehension: Upper Grade Mid Tier (30/100000)]
The cultivation level hadn't broken through, but talent had advanced to the lower grade upper tier.
[Braised Noodles Positive Rating Reached 100/100, Reward: Stir-Fried Pork Dish. 0/100]
Also, the positive rating for braised noodles reached the target, rewarding a new dish.
Along with the previous pills, the harvest was quite good.
After cultivating for an hour and taking a medicinal bath, Ye Changqing fell into a blissful sleep.
While he slept comfortably, many disciples tossed and turned.
"Damn, why isn't it morning yet?"
"Braised noodles, slurp..."
"Who the hell is stealing my noodles?"
"We're brothers, I can let you have anything else, but not my braised noodles."
Many menial disciples couldn't sleep at all, and those who did were mumbling in their sleep.
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Finally, morning came, and as Ye Changqing said yesterday, the kitchen would provide breakfast starting today.
So, early in the morning, dozens of menial disciples were already up in the menial disciple area.
"Wow, you're up so early. Don't you usually sleep until noon?"
Some disciples found it strange seeing this scene. Since when did these guys become so diligent?
After a quick wash, the mighty army of diners headed straight for the kitchen, ignoring any invitations to eat elsewhere.
"Brother Chen, come have breakfast at my place."
"Not going."
"Brother Wang, where are you going so early?"
"To eat."
Seeing these strange actions, other menial disciples were puzzled. Why were their eyes glowing red, like tigers descending the mountain, ready to devour?
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