After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After only one month of practice, he had already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and this sixth level of Qi Refining was almost equal to the initial stage of Golden Elixir.

Who wouldn’t be confused?

It’s a pity that they all call themselves geniuses. Compared with Chu Xinglan, they are nothing!

Song Ling patted Chu Xinglan on the head and said, "Brother Chu, I forgive you this time. Don't say such things again in the future."

"We are all friends. It would not be nice if we really fought."

The others all nodded like chicks pecking at rice, and it was obvious that they all had the same idea.

It’s so shocking!

Chu Xinglan slapped Song Ling's hand away with one claw and glared at him.

"Is it really that important? You are the best alchemist at fighting. Isn't that enough of a reputation?"

Han Feiyu interrupted cheerfully, "Song Ling, that wasn't a fight between the two of you. That was Xing Lan beating you unilaterally."

Everyone started laughing for a while and soon moved on from the topic.

Although Chu Xinglan's words were a blow to them, no one felt discouraged or doubted themselves.

Everyone wants to work harder in the future and try their best to catch up.

Chu Xinglan couldn't help but sigh that when Cangqiong Mountain was selecting disciples, it attached great importance to the disciples' character, which was very correct.

He is very willing to make friends with these people.

Because Sang Yunqi left before Chu Xinglan's game and hadn't seen him since, he sent him a message saying that he had left early because of something.

So after the competition was over, everyone drew lots for the next day's competition and made an appointment to go to the dining hall together.

Song Ling took his people directly to the second floor of the dining hall and chose a private room.

After everyone was seated, Song Ling poured tea for everyone while speaking.

"It's hard to go down the mountain these two days, so let's just have a bite in the dining hall. When the competition is over, we'll go to Tianxiang Tower and have a good reunion."

Having said that, he called the logistics disciples and ordered ten dishes and two soups.

It was Xun Wenguang’s first time to come to the second floor. If it weren’t for Song Ling, he wouldn’t have known that there was such a place in the dining hall.

Seeing that the cheapest dish on the menu cost three low-grade spirit stones, I was shocked.

"Brother Song, this is too expensive."

"The food you just ordered costs two mid-grade spirit stones!"

Two middle-grade spirit stones would be equivalent to two hundred low-grade spirit stones. During the foundation-building period, they would only receive twenty low-grade spirit stones a month. If they take on some tasks within the sect, thirty would be a lot.

Song Ling spent more than half a year's savings on one meal, not to mention their daily expenses.

Especially the sword cultivators, who are poor all year round and have no money. If the ordinary meals in the cafeteria were not free, Ling Jianfeng would be afraid that a large group of disciples would not have enough to eat.

Li Wen snatched the menu from his hand and put it aside.

"We don't have money, but Song Ling is not short of money. His sect buys his top-grade elixirs at high prices. Let alone two mid-grade spirit stones, he can even afford two high-grade spirit stones."

Xun Wenguang's voice trembled as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.

"High-quality spiritual stone?"

"For eating?"

Song Ling hugged Xun Wenguang and said, "Brother Xun, isn't it our duty to live a good life?"

"As the old saying goes, food is the most important thing for the people. How can you despise eating?"

"We not only need to eat, but we also need to eat good food. Otherwise, why would you work so hard to cultivate? You might as well go to Hanshan Temple and become a monk and practice asceticism."

Xun Wenguang swayed along his arm, his eyes dull, and spoke woodenly.

"Isn't it to pursue the great way and ascend to become an immortal?"

"Or for immortality?"

Song Ling stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of him.

"Life is already so long, why don't you eat something good? How boring."

"Come out and play with us more often when you have nothing to do in the future. Don't just practice swordplay every day. Buddha said that only by leaving the world can you see the true Buddha, but the prerequisite for leaving the world is that you must enter the world. You must know what the world is."

"When you have had enough food and fun and have no regrets, it will be time for you to ascend."

Chu Xinglan, who had been listening silently nearby, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea, followed by a violent coughing fit.

Song Ling looked over in confusion, "Xinglan, what's wrong with you?"

Even though Xun Wenguang was about to cry because of what Song Ling said, he still looked at Chu Xinglan with a worried look on his face.

After Chu Xinglan recovered, he felt very sympathetic when he saw Xun Wenguang, who was about to break apart.

It goes without saying that Song Ling must have opened a brand new door for him.

"Don't fool the kid. If he gets fooled, his master will come and settle the score with you."

"Your master can't beat Ling Jianfeng's peak master."

Han Feiyu waved his hand nonchalantly, "I know Master Lin Feng. As long as Brother Song is willing to pay, he can become sworn brothers with Brother Song."

Song Ling was also happy when he heard this, "Isn't this professionally matched? I heard that Master Lin Feng likes to drink. When I have time, I will collect some more and send them to him. Maybe I can even ask him to teach me sword."

"You, a pill cultivator, really want to learn the art of killing? You have such a great talent, just refining pills is enough for you."

“Human energy is limited. It is better to be good at one thing than to be proficient in everything.”

One disciple really didn't understand what Song Ling was thinking. If it were him, he would not even consider practicing sword skills. As long as he had spirit stones, he could take care of any kind of thugs. It would also be convenient to keep a few people all year round.

Song Ling chuckled twice, "It's not because I want to be awesome, but I can fly a sword when I travel in the future, how cool!"

After everyone chatted for a few more words, the door of the private room was knocked, and the disciples from the dining hall came in one after another. Soon the table was piled with exquisite dishes.

Song Ling raised his glass first, drinking tea instead of wine.

"Today we are all gathered together to make friends. In the future, we should communicate more often. Especially Xinglan, don't stay alone in the back mountain all the time."

"Finally, I wish everyone a good result tomorrow."

After everyone took a sip of tea, they all picked up their chopsticks and quickly grabbed their favorite dishes.

Except for Song Ling and Chu Xinglan, everyone else ate like bandits coming down the mountain, wolfing down the food without even raising their heads.

These are all spiritual foods. They have only heard of them but never eaten them.

Even Li Wen didn't care about her image as a lady at all, and even started fighting with Han Feiyu with chopsticks to grab a piece of venison.

Song Ling was amused when he saw Xun Wenguang sweeping away everything around him.

"Brother Xun, now you know I'm right, right? Are two middle-grade spirit stones still expensive?"

Perhaps considering that Song Ling was the host, Xun Wenguang raised his head in his busy schedule and said, "Well, you are right, but it is still too expensive."

After saying that, he ignored Song Ling and joined the crowd grabbing food.

Song Ling: “…”