Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe felt a bit uneasy. After all, Ouyang Shaogong and Ouyang Bufan, both born with natural spiritual roots, had only reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. How could he, with only five elements spiritual roots, reach the fifth level of Qi Refining? Although his excuses were full of loopholes, he managed to get away with it. After all, it was Xiao Hei who took on the responsibility.

At that moment, Tantai Mingzhu approached, holding two flaming sheep in hand. As soon as he saw Zhao Shanhe, he began to complain non-stop, "Brother-in-law! You're finally back! You've been away for a whole month! Do you know how much I missed you? I longed for your return every day, practically turning into the legendary Husband-Waiting Stone!"

Faced with such cheesy words, Zhao Shanhe was speechless. If he hadn't been concerned about the presence of the Sect Master and Xiao Mei'er, he would have wanted to kick the pervert out. So he responded grumpily, "Brother Mingzhu, could you please be more careful with your words? Don't use random words. You're not missing me, you're just craving the spiritual food I made!"

However, Tantai Mingzhu asked in confusion, "Brother-in-law, what's the difference between the two?"

Zhao Shanhe held his forehead helplessly, too lazy to explain to this idiot, and instead focused on preparing the Fiery Lamb. As the saying goes, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods, and the spiritual chef wasted some of his spiritual energy.

Tan Tai Mieming, the head of the Qingniu Sect, was astonished by Zhao Shanhe's cooking skills. He truly possessed exquisite fire control, demonstrating a fire technique that had at least reached mastery, perhaps even perfection. He couldn't help but sigh, "Of the fifty great Daos, forty-nine are natural, and only one is human." It would have been much better if Zhao Shanhe didn't have five spiritual roots. Even with four, he would have been a natural talent. What a shame!

A rich, mouth-watering aroma suddenly filled his nose. A Fiery Lamb, roasted to a golden, crispy exterior and tender on the inside, was finally cooked. Zhao Shanhe immediately swallowed a Qi-Refining Pill, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. After circulating his spiritual energy for several cycles, he stood up and prepared to roast the next Fiery Lamb.

At this time, Tantai Mieming, who had been waiting patiently, asked, "Shanhe boy, how far have you progressed in your fire magic?"

When the Sect Master asked, Zhao Shanhe answered honestly, "Grandpa Gan, I am not very talented. I have already mastered this fire technique to a high level. If I want to take it one step further and reach perfection, it will take about a year and a half."

Hearing this, Tan Tai Mie was obviously a little surprised and asked, "Shanhe boy, how did you know that it would take a year or so to reach perfection in cultivation?"

Zhao Shanhe scratched his head and explained with a smile, "Grandpa Gan, this spiritual cooking method is quite beneficial for accumulating fire magic. You see, every time I roast a blazing lamb, it's equivalent to casting a fire magic ten times. I can roast up to two a day, which is equivalent to twenty times. I'm still over four thousand years away from perfecting my fire magic."

Tantai Mieming suddenly understood after hearing this, nodded and said, "I see... I thought you had a sudden epiphany, you really are working hard."

"Grandpa Gan, I want to have an epiphany, but I need that talent. Diligence can make up for lack of talent, and I understand the principle that the early bird catches the worm. The first one is roasted and ready to eat. I'll ask Xiao Hei to bring back Mingyue and Shanhu."

The contract between the tiger and Zhao Shanhe was a slave contract, so they could sense each other no matter how far apart they were. Sure enough, not long after, it returned like a gust of wind.

Zhao Shanhu gracefully leaped from the tiger's broad back, his gaze fixed on the fragrant, mouth-watering roasted whole lamb. As a seasoned foodie, how could he resist such a delicious delicacy?

She saw two thick and plump roasted lamb legs on a plate in front of a fat guy. Without saying a word, she reached out and grabbed one of them and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

Seeing his beloved food being snatched away, Tan Tai Ming Zhu was immediately enraged and about to explode. But when he looked closely, he saw that the person before him was actually a beautiful and lovely girl. He immediately changed his mind and deliberately put on a ferocious look to scare her: "Little girl, since you have eaten my lamb leg, you must marry me!"

Zhao Shanhu chewed the tender and juicy lamb and mumbled incoherently, "Fatty, this lamb leg is not yours. It was roasted by my second brother himself. No one else can roast it to this taste. Don't try to fool me."

"Zhao Shanhe is your second brother. How come I didn't know when he had a sister?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Sister Mingyue."

Tan Tai Ming Zhu actually believed what Zhao Shanhu said and wanted to tease her again.

"My sister ate your second brother's candied haws and became his wife. Now that you've eaten my roasted lamb leg, you must become my wife. I bought this lamb with my contribution points."

Zhao Shanhu pondered for a moment and said, "Fatty, I know who you are now. You're Sister Mingyue's fat brother, right? I won't marry you if you're so fat."

Tan Tai Mingzhu didn't expect that he was despised. For the first time, he felt disgusted with the word "fat". He was determined to lose weight and ate the roasted lamb with relish. How could he lose weight if he didn't eat enough?

Zhao Shanhu was no slouch either, devouring a large leg of lamb cleanly like a whirlwind. Then, his eyes fixed on the other fragrant roasted leg of lamb in front of Tan Tai Mingzhu, he licked his lips and said, "Fat brother, I'm not full yet. Can you give me another one?"

"Sister Shanhu, as long as you call me Brother Mingzhu, this leg of lamb will be yours."

"Brother Mingzhu!" Zhao Shanhu called out crisply, his little face full of anticipation.

"Here, eat it, but don't eat too much." Tan Tai Ming Zhu laughed and handed the lamb leg to Zhao Shanhu.

Zhao Shanhu was still young, only nine years old, but she had already eaten a roasted leg of lamb that far exceeded her own body weight. In fact, her stomach had already felt bloated, but she was just greedy. After taking a reluctant bite, she couldn't swallow any more.

Seeing this, Tantai Mingzhu gently touched his round belly and said with a smile, "Sister Shanhu, if you can't eat anymore, don't force yourself to eat. It would be bad if you break your stomach. It's better to be fatter like me. A bigger belly can hold more food."

Zhao Shanhu, who had originally planned to give up, became discontented when he heard Tan Tai Ming Zhu's words. He threw down the roasted lamb leg in his hand, pouted his lips and muttered, "Brother Ming Zhu, don't touch my lamb leg! I need to eat it later!"

Tan Tai Ming Zhu saw an astonishing scene. Zhao Shanhu's Vajra Fist was performed with great vigor. Could it be that she didn't feel the pain? Or was the Vajra Fist she practiced different from the one taught by Zhao Shanhe?

After Zhao Shanhu had done this a few times, his stomach visibly shrank. He was finally no longer so bloated and could continue enjoying his meal. Tan Tai Mingzhu ran over with a frivolous look on his face. He said, "Sister Shanhu, what kind of boxing style are you practicing?"

"Brother Mingzhu, I practice the Vajra Fist."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all. It feels so nice and numb."

Tan Tai Mingzhu was filled with grief and indignation. Zhao Shanhe was truly too mean. In order to prevent him from eating too much, he actually taught him fake boxing techniques.

"Sister Shanhu, I also want to learn. Can you teach me?"

Zhao Shanhu pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Mingzhu, call me Master and I will teach you."