I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

Hearing the young man's bland words, Mr. Hong was a little displeased. He waved his hand and said, "Don't say that. Just say whether you want to lend it to me or not!"

Seeing that Mr. Hong was a little unhappy, the young man smiled, then nodded and said, "Lend it! Of course. Let alone two chefs, even if you ask me to cook for your apprentice myself, I will go." The young man smiled after he said this. He was not joking. If Mr. Hong really asked so, he would really do it. After all, he owed Mr. Hong much more than cooking for others.

"Just lend it to me!" Old Master Hong ignored the young man's subsequent words, because even if the young man volunteered to cook for Qiu Yan, he would not agree. After all, he is the Lord of the West and represents the entire beast tribe of the West Mountains. Even if he can give up his identity, Old Master Hong will never let him lose face for the entire beast tribe.

Seeing that Mr. Hong's expression had eased, the young man smiled again and continued, "In fact, Mr. Hong, you don't have to go to the trouble of borrowing a cook. Your cabin is not far from here. I just need to ask someone to deliver the prepared meals to you every day. There is no need to ask the cook to go to your place. Besides, even if I ask the cook to go to your place, I don't think he can make anything delicious given the conditions there."

Hearing the young man say this, Old Hong thought for a moment and felt that what the young man said made sense. After all, there was nothing but three wooden houses in his place. There was no place to cook, and no ingredients to cook. As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Even the best cook cannot make anything delicious without food! Thinking of this, Old Hong nodded, and then said to the young man, "If you don't think it's troublesome, then do as you say! Try to match it better. I have been very strict with him in cultivation. At least in life, I have to ensure that he eats well and sleeps well. This is also the purpose of my coming here."

"Don't worry, old man! There will be no problem if you leave this to me!" the young man assured. After all, this kind of thing was no big deal for him as the Lord of the West Heaven. Just giving an order would be enough.

After saying this, the purpose of Mr. Hong's visit today was accomplished, so he did not disturb the young man any more. After chatting for a while, he said goodbye and went back. After returning, Mr. Hong saw that the lights in the wooden house had gone out, so he knew that Qiu Yan should have gone to bed, so he did not go in to disturb him. Instead, he stood in the peach forest and silently planned Qiu Yan's future practice. I don't know how long it took, the moonlight gradually faded, and at this time, Mr. Hong knew that a new day was about to begin, so he put aside his thoughts and walked towards the wooden house.

Just like yesterday, after entering the house, Old Hong went directly to Qiu Yan's sleeping room. Seeing Qiu Yan still sleeping soundly, Old Hong still used cold water to wake him up, and then grabbed Qiu Yan and left the wooden house, and started the same endurance training as yesterday. Because of yesterday's experience, Qiu Yan was no longer nervous and afraid this time. As soon as the master left, he ran along the spiritual power trace. This time Qiu Yan was much faster than yesterday, and ran back to the wooden house before the spiritual power trace completely disappeared. For this, Qiu Yan's master was still very pleased. After returning, Qiu Yan started to eat, but the difference from yesterday was that today's food was no longer barbecue, but eight dishes, one soup and a bowl of rice. The dishes were both meat and vegetables, and the combination was very reasonable. Although Qiu Yan didn't know where the master got these meals from, Qiu Yan was still very moved. After all, no matter where these meals came from, it at least showed that his master cared about him very much, otherwise he would not bother to prepare them for him, after all, his master didn't need to eat himself.

After finishing his meal quickly, Qiu Yan ran out to continue his practice. At this time, Old Hong, who was waiting outside, saw Qiu Yan come out. Before Qiu Yan could speak, Old Hong said to him, "Continue to hit the stone with the hammer this morning, and the goal is still one thousand times. Use one hour in the afternoon to practice tiger fist, and use the rest of the time to sense spiritual power. It would be best if you can complete the spiritual power sensing today and enter the practice of spiritual master." As mentioned before, the main way of practice in this world is spiritual power, and physical practice is only auxiliary. Now that Qiu Yan can sense spiritual power, then naturally he should focus on practicing spiritual power.

"Yes, Master!" Qiu Yan didn't say much about the master's arrangements, because he himself didn't know how to practice, he just did whatever the master said. Anyway, the only person he could trust in this world was his master. If it weren't for his master, he would probably have died long ago.

In this way, Qiu Yan practiced smashing stone platforms in the morning. This time, Qiu Yan smashed 305 stone platforms in the morning, which was dozens more than yesterday. Although it was still far from the goal of 1,000, this progress made Qiu Yan very happy, and even a little surprised. After all, Qiu Yan had already exceeded his limit yesterday. It stands to reason that today he could at most keep the same as yesterday, or a few more would be incredible, but for some reason, Qiu Yan did not feel as tired as yesterday when swinging the hammer today, as if his strength had become stronger. Of course, Qiu Yan would not be stupid enough to think that this was the result of his practice, because if it was just practice, he would not be able to improve so quickly. So Qiu Yan felt that the reason why he improved so quickly should be related to the medicinal bath that his master gave him yesterday, because his master also said at the time that the medicinal bath had the effect of strengthening muscles and bones. However, regardless of whether it was the effect of the medicinal bath, Qiu Yan's physical fitness improved, so Qiu Yan no longer entangled these things. As long as he worked hard to practice and reach the level of Holy Spirit Master, Qiu Yan could not care about other things.

After lunch, Qiu Yan started to practice Tiger Fist. At noon, like in the morning, Qiu Yan did not eat barbecue, but a more sumptuous meal. Although he asked his master where the food came from, Qiu Yan's master did not tell him. After all, Qiu Yan's master could not say that he borrowed it from others with his old face! That would be too embarrassing.

After practicing Tiger Fist for an hour, Qiu Yan began to sense the spiritual power. Although the feeling of spiritual power was much easier than the previous two practices, as long as he sat there and sensed it, Qiu Yan felt that the sense of spiritual power was more uncomfortable than the previous two practices. After sensing for a long time, Qiu Yan did not sense anything. Instead, he felt that his head was swollen and very uncomfortable because he was always tense. Is it so difficult to sense spiritual power? Qiu Yan couldn't help but have such a question in his mind, but if it was difficult, why did he sense it last night? Qiu Yan asked this in his mind, and then he began to recall the state when he felt the spiritual power last night, but at that time Qiu Yan's consciousness was about to fall asleep, and he really couldn't recall too many details at that time. The only thing he could remember was that Qiu Yan knew that he was about to fall asleep. Could it be that spiritual power can only be felt when you are about to fall asleep? Thinking of this, Qiu Yan felt that it was possible, at least this method could be tried. Thinking about it, Qiu Yan stopped thinking about anything else and closed his eyes to go to sleep. However, he didn't know whether it was because the light was too strong during the day or because he slept too well last night, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. There was no other way. For the sake of cultivation, Qiu Yan had to force himself to fall asleep even if he couldn't fall asleep, at least to reach a state of fuzzy consciousness.

Just like that, Qiu Yan emptied his mind again and forced himself to fall asleep. After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Yan finally felt sleepy and his consciousness began to blur. At this moment, Qiu Yan once again saw the blue light spots appearing in his consciousness. This time, Qiu Yan did not let himself fall asleep again, but began to observe those spiritual light spots. The spiritual light spots were not very big, and Qiu Yan felt that they were only the size of beans. There were about a dozen of them. Looking at these spiritual light spots, Qiu Yan couldn't help but become curious, thinking that these were his spiritual powers. They looked pretty beautiful, and they flashed in his consciousness like fireflies.

As Qiu Yan observed, the number of blue light spots in Qiu Yan's consciousness also increased. Qiu Yan didn't know how they increased, but they increased without him noticing them. Now there were at least hundreds of light spots in Qiu Yan's consciousness, and these light spots flickered in his consciousness like stars. After observing for a while, the blue light spots did not increase, and even seemed to have decreased. Qiu Yan didn't know how they came, so he naturally didn't know how they disappeared. Anyway, the light spots seemed to be less than before. Just when Qiu Yan was thinking about why the light spots became less, a blue light spot actually rushed into his body. That's right! It entered Qiu Yan's body. Qiu Yan could clearly feel the spiritual light spots moving in his body. Then Qiu Yan felt more and more spiritual light spots entering his body, and then these spiritual light spots shuttled freely in his body. Although the movement of spiritual power points in the body did not cause any discomfort to Qiu Yan, he always felt something was running back and forth in his body, so he thought about how to drive these spiritual power points out. However, Qiu Yan could only feel them moving in his body, but he had no way to stop or affect them. After all, they were spiritual power points, a tangible but intangible thing, and it was not like driving sheep with a stick.