Chapter 15: Unable to Enter the Dao
Yun Jiao ladled out another bowl of soup and handed it across. The man on the other side, maintaining his proud demeanor, accepted it naturally and drank with elegant composure—though nothing about him suggested he was the type to gulp down three bowls in one go.
The fragrance of the food finally pulled Bai Yu back to his senses. At lightning speed, he returned to the table, thrusting his bowl toward Yun Jiao. “Smells so good, give me some too! Add more mushrooms!” In that instant, all his awe and shock were forgotten—he didn’t even notice the cold, cutting glare cast at him from the side.
Hmph! Useless fool.
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Ye Yuan immediately quickened the pace of his soup drinking.
Yun Jiao herself wasn’t particularly interested in the soup. After serving the two of them, she simply picked up her chopsticks. But after a few bites, a thought struck her, and she asked with some doubt, “Ancestral Master, to cultivate Daoist techniques, must one draw spiritual energy into the body first, before being able to use spells?”
“Of course.” Ye Yuan hadn’t spoken yet, but Bai Yu cut in eagerly. “Without drawing spiritual energy into your body, how could you harness it? Every spell requires the support of spiritual energy.”
“Oh.” Yun Jiao’s expression didn’t change, but her brows furrowed slightly. She spoke directly: “Then what if you can’t draw it in?”
“What do you mean, can’t—” Bai Yu’s spoon froze midair. Suddenly the implication dawned on him. His eyes widened as he stared at her. “You… don’t tell me you still haven’t even started cultivating?!”