I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

When Lie Weikong stood up again, his eyes no longer had the previous aggressiveness, but were replaced by admiration for the master.

Yuan Feng didn't care what he thought, as long as he could fool him.

"Master..." Yuan Feng bowed to Zhang Zhiming, "I have said everything I can. When can you send me back?"

It has only been less than an hour, but Yuan Feng feels like the day has passed like a year, and one hour is more unbearable than anything else.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, young sir. It won't be too late to have a quick meal before leaving."

"Then let's have a meal?"

Yuan Feng was afraid that if he walked too fast, people would see that he was guilty, so he agreed.

Although it was just a simple meal, Yuan Feng could clearly feel Zhang Zhiming's sincerity.

Before arriving at the dining hall, one could see two rows of beautiful female disciples standing in neat rows to greet them.

Even before I even looked at the dishes, the quality of the reception was far from being a simple meal.

"Please take a seat, sir."

The female disciples all have clear and loud voices, giving people a pleasant and comfortable feeling.

As you enter the restaurant, you will smell the elegant fragrance of Zen. The layout of the room is even more elegant. There are not too many antiques, green plants, calligraphy and paintings, but they are just right and complement each other.

There was a round table in the middle. The food was ready and had just been served, still emitting a fragrant aroma.

The number of dishes is not very extravagant, with eight dishes in total, four meat dishes and four vegetarian dishes. Everything from the presentation to the color is particularly exquisite.

"Sit down, young sir."

"please."

Yuan Feng responded politely and found a seat to sit down.

The aroma up close immediately made him salivate with desire, but for the sake of reserve, he did not pick up the food rashly.

"Young sir, you must try the red-eyed bear's paw. It is a rare delicacy and has the effect of strengthening your body." Zhang Zhiming said politely, pointing to the dish in the middle of the table.

Yuan Feng picked up the chopsticks and stood in a daze in the air.

The bear paw was still a bear paw, but it was not cut open. It would be difficult for him to take away such a big, complete paw.

Zhang Zhiming saw why Yuan Feng didn't pick up his chopsticks, and quickly explained: "Young sir, just take it. This red-eyed bear paw has been simmered for three days and two nights, and it is already soft and tasty."

"Oh?"

Yuan Feng tried to pick it up and it was indeed very soft. Picking it up with chopsticks felt like picking up a piece of cake.

When you put it in your mouth, the fragrance is like cotton candy and water, and it melts immediately.

After swallowing it, a heat rushed to my limbs. Zhang Zhiming was right. This bear paw has the effect of strengthening the body.

Such delicious food should have been praised with some high-sounding words, but Yuan Feng's cultural level was limited, so he could only say two words in the end: "Delicious."

"Haha, as long as the young master likes it."

As he spoke, a tall and elegant woman brought over a basin with two bowls of crystal white rice on it. She gave one bowl to Yuan Feng and the other was naturally placed in front of Zhang Zhiming.

"Young sir, try the spiritual rice cultivated by my Red Sail Beast Sect disciples and see if it suits your taste."

Looking at the food on the table, Yuan Feng was amazed. Just the bowl of rice was fragrant.

He was already being polite, so he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a bite and put it into his mouth.

After chewing it for a while, a thought immediately came to his mind: delicious!

Then I had a second thought: the rice I ate before was just bran compared to this magical rice.

"Master, this rice...how come it has spiritual energy?"

"Haha, it is called spiritual rice, so it must have spiritual energy. However, the spiritual energy content of this spiritual rice is not high. It can only help cultivators maintain their daily spiritual energy consumption. It is not suitable for cultivation."

"That's great too." Yuan Feng said sincerely.

For monks, the spiritual energy in their bodies does not remain unchanged after cultivation. It will be slowly consumed with various daily activities, especially when doing manual labor, the spiritual energy will be consumed faster.

During this process, even if no spells are used, spiritual energy will be consumed.

Therefore, the cultivation of a cultivator is like rowing against the current; if you do not advance, you will retreat.

If you want to not regress, you must keep absorbing spiritual energy, and this spiritual rice is a good thing to replenish spiritual energy.

"I wonder if this magical rice is complicated to grow?"

"It's not complicated. It's not much different from ordinary rice planting. You just need to pay more attention. From what you said, sir, are you interested in planting it?"

"I do have this intention. I wonder if the sect master will sell spiritual rice seeds. I will buy some and plant some."

"Excuse me, young sir. Spiritual rice seeds are worth very little money. I have plenty in the Red Sail Beast Sect. I can give you some if I want. Come on, get some spiritual rice seeds for you, young sir."

"That's embarrassing." Yuan Feng said politely, but he sat obediently, waiting for someone to bring him the seeds.

The one who brought the seeds was the elegant female disciple, who directly brought a large bag.

The amount of seeds in a bag is enough for cooking for a month.

The Red Sail Beast Clan is indeed full of good people. They gave so much at once... Yuan Feng felt that he had made the right decision to come here despite his difficulties.

"A few seeds are far less than the kindness you showed me in helping my sect disciple break through. Please don't be polite, sir."

After hearing this, Yuan Feng felt even more guilty.

But things have developed to this point, there is no reason for him to refuse it. Besides, he really needs this kind of seeds. If he goes out to buy them, it will inevitably take a lot of effort.

"Master, I have a small question to ask you."

"You can say whatever you want, young sir."

"I also grow some herbs on an acre of land, but I have to water them manually and I can't take care of them. I wonder if there is a good solution."

Zhang Zhiming was stunned for a moment, thinking that Yuan Feng was going to ask a big question, but it turned out to be a small question: "This is easy. We are all cultivators, so we naturally have to use magic to solve the problem. The best way to water is to use the Rainfall Technique."

"Rainfall Technique?"

"Young Master, there is no need to ask any more questions. I will ask my disciple to bring the Rainfall Art over."

"Thank you, Master."

This touched Yuan Feng very much. He came here to fool people, but he didn't expect the other party to answer whatever he asked and even give him things without him asking for them.

This sect leader is not only a good man, he is actually a saint.

The Rainfall Art was handed to Yuan Feng, and before he could even warm it up, Zhang Zhiming suddenly said meaningfully:

"We are almost done eating. Are you interested in walking around and taking a look at the guardian spirit beasts of our Red Sail Beast Sect?"

I’m afraid it’s not as simple as just going to take a look... Yuan Feng could tell there was something else behind his words.

But now that I have received so many benefits from others, it would be impolite to refuse.

"Okay, let's go check it out."

"Sir, please follow me."

What surprised Yuan Feng was that the one who led the way this time was actually the female disciple.

It seems that Zhang Zhiming, as the sect leader, has no intention of going with them.

What's the secret behind this?

Yuan Feng didn’t understand, so he could only take one step at a time and followed the female disciple.

As the journey took twists and turns, Yuan Feng could feel that the female disciple was leading him deeper into the sect.

"Isn't this a honey trap?"

He suddenly thought of an old-fashioned scam routine, where a woman seduces a man to sleep with her, takes off his clothes, and then a group of people jump out to blackmail her in the name of the woman's husband. It was a single man and a single woman, and it seemed very much like that.

This absurd idea was extinguished by him as soon as it came up.

They are such a big sect, no one can set them up like that.