After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 30 Canvas
If it were an ordinary baby, the first bite of the sweet soup would be harmed by the spiritual energy within it, resulting in bleeding from all seven orifices or even death on the spot.

This is because an infant's body has not yet been cleansed by spiritual energy, so any spiritual energy exceeding what the body can withstand will cause damage.

Let alone infants, the same applies to adult cultivators. If someone is at the Qi Refining stage but rashly consumes something with a Foundation Establishment or higher concentration of spiritual energy, the same consequences will occur.

But looking at Mo Jiuwei's current reaction, she doesn't seem hurt at all.

"Could it be that I haven't eaten enough?"

"Could it be that the Seven Treasures Wine Soup doesn't have enough spiritual energy?"

"Perhaps it's because the baby's mouth is small and they don't eat much, so it's not noticeable for a while?"

The onlookers gradually realized what was happening and began to speculate.

Ji Qingqing couldn't help but roll her eyes—

Is it so hard to acknowledge someone else's excellence?

It's quite difficult.

The facts are obvious, but most people are still guessing and are unwilling to admit that it was Junior Sister Jiuwei's own strength that allowed her to consume all that spiritual energy without any harm.

If they knew that Junior Sister Jiuwei not only ate this Seven Treasures Wine Soup without any problems, but also drank the precious Yuling Water, who knows how they would react!
The restaurant manager, relieved to see no one was around, looked at Mo Jiuwei with some curiosity. "This child is quite unusual. She seems different from a baby of normal size. Is it because of her special constitution?"

Chen Lan ignored those who were provoking her, but she was willing to respond to those who spoke politely.

"She does have an exceptional physique, or more accurately, an amazing talent," Chen Lan said with a hint of pride. "So whatever happens to her is normal."

Some people couldn't stand what he said.

"Heh, it's just a bowl of soup. Anyone who didn't know better would think she could fly on a sword!"

"Exactly, don't speak too confidently. How old is she now? Who knows what will happen in the future?"

"Judging from her words, she really wants this little kid to be compared to Gao Xiantong! I don't know where she gets her confidence from."

Ji slammed her sword on the table with a bang. "Are you done yet? Anyone who's not happy about this, try feeding this soup to your own baby. If you can't do that, don't try to take advantage of me!"

Du Yue looked at the steward with a half-smile, "Steward, the soup you made is very much to my junior sister's liking, but the dining environment... it's really hard to come back a second time."

The manager looked apologetic and then acted as a peacemaker, and finally no one complained anymore.

Someone did ask about their sect: "What is your sect called? To be able to accept a child with such talent as a disciple, you must be extraordinary."

[Quickly tell them, let's spread the word subtly, maybe some disciples will voluntarily join our Immortal Sect!]

Mo Jiuwei was very busy, enjoying her soup while also keeping an eye on the things around her.

This soup is perfectly stewed; it melts in your mouth, and the warm, nourishing energy slides down your esophagus—it's incredibly comforting.

"We are disciples of the Immortal Sect of Purple Leaf City. If anyone is interested in joining our sect, you are welcome to come and become our disciple," Chen Lan said with a smile.

"Xianlai Sect? I've never heard of it."

"I think I've heard of the Immortal Sect of Purple Leaf City... but I don't remember."

"Hiss, could it be that Xianlai Sect that I remember, the one that's completely gone? Wasn't it said that the sect was almost finished?!"

Chen Lan hurriedly explained, "That's all a misunderstanding! Look, we can even snatch up genius infants with such aptitude now, which shows our enormous potential! What people outside say is not to be believed."

Everyone was skeptical, but no one said anything more.

Mo Jiuwei finished the small bowl of soup by herself, her belly bulging, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

She needed some time to digest the spiritual energy, just like when she consumed the Yu Ling Water. Only by refining the spiritual energy could it truly remain in her body. After finishing their meal, they left the restaurant, preparing to return to the Immortal Sect.

The people in the restaurant had been secretly observing their actions. Only after confirming that Mo Jiuwei had finished the bowl of soup and was unharmed did they begin to whisper among themselves.

"It's really okay!"

"This is really amazing. This child is going to be extraordinary."

"Xianlai Sect... Go and investigate this sect. Our Fang'er should be choosing a sect next year. Why don't we give Xianlai Sect a try then?"

"If this child is truly comparable to Gao Xiantong, then the Immortal Sect is likely to become famous throughout the continent!"

……

The Council Hall of the Immortal Sect.

Du Yue placed the painting she had obtained from Meng Zhu on the table. At that moment, a group of people surrounded the table, carefully examining the painting.

Mo Jiuwei was not there; she was still digesting the spiritual energy in the soup and remained asleep in her room.

"Does Jiuwei really say this painting is a good thing?" Liu Feng asked them.

“Yes, judging from her tone, it must be something very precious, otherwise my junior sister wouldn’t have paid any attention to it,” Du Yue said.

Was that soup expensive today? But my junior sister wasn't shocked or nervous when she found out the price; instead, she drank it without hesitation.

But I was clearly very excited when I saw this painting, which means it must be something good, or even something very good!
“From the outside, it looks nothing special. If Jiuwei takes a liking to it, then it can only be explained that… there’s something else going on inside.” Liu Feng rubbed it for a moment, his tone certain.

"Is there something else going on? Could it be that this canvas is special? Or is there some information hidden in the painting?"

"Could it be a painting by a famous artist?"

"Could this be a magical weapon?"

Everyone was making wild guesses.

As Liu Feng thought of something, he gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips, and then a beam of light flew toward the canvas.

"Om-"

A muffled sound rang out, and then the canvas seemed to be awakened from its slumber; it trembled, and the paint on it began to fade away.

"What is this—" Hu Jiu stared wide-eyed in astonishment, watching the transformation in disbelief.

The canvas was still the same canvas, but the painting on it was shaken apart and silently vanished into the air.

The cloth lay quietly on the table, unchanged.

Liu Feng's eyes flickered, and he forced out a drop of blood from his fingertip, which fell onto the blank scroll.

The tiny drop of blood spread out, and at the same time, the canvas began to thicken and grow taller.

It transformed from a thin piece of cloth into a long, narrow box, and then into a large wooden crate resembling a coffin.

And it's not over yet.

Once it reaches a sufficient thickness, its shape and color begin to change, becoming increasingly golden and exquisite.

Ultimately, the canvas transformed into a miniature, pale gold luxury mansion.

(End of this chapter)