I was thrown away at the beginning, and I will build a grave for you after I come back to life.

Lin Molin scooped a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and said, "Hmm, it tastes pretty good!" He didn't expect that the porridge, which was so clear that you could use it as a mirror, would actually taste so good.

The pure spiritual energy in the spiritual rice penetrates every part of a person's body, and his eyes can't help but light up.

Seeing Lin Molin drinking happily, Wu Yaqin's eyes lit up, "It tastes good, right? Cooking is what I'm best at! Come and try this magical dish!"

Wu Yaqin pushed the vegetables towards Lin Molin, so enthusiastic that Lin Molin was a little overwhelmed.

As the green vegetables enter your mouth, the refreshing aura instantly spreads in your mouth, like a spring breeze blowing across the fields, carrying vibrant power throughout your body.

Lin Molin's eyes widened, his face full of surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "This tastes absolutely amazing!"

When Wu Yaqin heard the praise, a bright smile bloomed on her face, as bright and charming as a flower blooming in spring.

She said proudly, "Of course, I carefully prepared this spiritual vegetable using my own secret recipe."

"Oh! Is that a secret recipe?"

Lin Molin couldn't help but look at her curiously, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Hey, that's it!"

Wu Yaqin held out her hand, and a flame appeared in her palm. It wasn't the usual red, but rather a strange hue of pale purple, with a faint golden glow flickering at its core. The flame danced, emitting a warm and powerful aura.

"I have a fire spirit root! So when I cook and do other things, I use my innate flame!"

Wu Yaqin's voice was filled with pride. "This innate flame not only controls the temperature freely, but also perfectly locks the spiritual energy in the spiritual vegetables, bringing out their purest flavor and efficacy. Ordinary fire can't compare!"

Lin Molin stared at the strange flame in amazement, his eyes full of wonder, "No wonder Senior Sister Wu's spiritual dishes are so delicious!"

You say the sect is rich, but they can barely afford to eat. You say the sect is poor, but they use their own natal fire source to cook, consuming their own spiritual energy.

"Senior Sister Wu is an alchemist?"

When Wu Yaqin heard Lin Molin's question, she was stunned for a moment. Her eyes gradually became dim from the bright ones just now, and her shoulders drooped.

"I'm not an alchemist..."

"Ah? Why is this?" Now it was Lin Molin's turn to be confused.

"The sect is very poor and we can't afford to buy spiritual materials..." Wu Yaqin sighed, feeling a little discouraged.

Yes, becoming an alchemist is not something that can be achieved overnight. It is slowly cultivated through repeated failures in alchemy. It is a money-burning industry. Without strong capital, it is impossible to learn alchemy.

Lin Molin suddenly remembered the alchemy records in his space, and the transformation of qi into a cauldron that he had not yet mastered. If he wanted to learn alchemy, he had to become rich!

Lin Molin looked at the Sunset Sword Sect's destitute state, and guessed they must have grown their own food, not bought it outside. He couldn't help but wonder, "Senior Sister Wu, do you farm?"

"Ah? Farming? Oh, yes, I'll take you there!"

Wu Yaqin, who was still immersed in sadness, did not react to Lin Molin's meaning for a while. She hurriedly got up and took Lin Molin out of the cave to the two acres of flat land on the back hillside.

There were only some sparsely grown delicious rice and vegetables on the land, which looked miserable and malnourished.

The ears of the magical rice were shriveled and drooping, and the leaves of the magical vegetables were yellow and wilted, lifeless.

The fields were well tended, there wasn't a single weed in the fields, every inch of land had been carefully tilled, and the ridges were straight, showing the owner's care and hard work.

There are no four seasons here, and the climate is warm and pleasant all year round. Even if you spread it randomly, it will grow better than this place! Lin Molin couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself, "With such unique conditions, how could it be like this?"

Wu Yaqin sighed helplessly, "Alas, the sect lacks spiritual fertilizer and advanced planting methods, so it's not easy to get such a harvest. Plus, there are very few brothers and sisters with wood spiritual roots in the sect, and most of them are in seclusion practicing, so it has become like this."

"What do you do after going to the toilet?" Lin Molin couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Ah, that one, that sect has brothers and sisters who specialize in handling this. They regularly burn the stains into ash, so there's no need to dig them out, and it doesn't pollute the surrounding environment!"

The wealthy sects all took the Qigong pills and didn't have to worry about dealing with the rice fields. But their sect was not so good and couldn't afford the Qigong pills, so they had to just eat. Therefore, they inevitably had to deal with a lot of rice fields every day.

"Actually, that thing is a top-quality spiritual fertilizer. It can be used to irrigate the soil and make the spiritual plants grow better!" Lin Molin said slowly.

"What? That thing is used to water the ground?"

Wu Yaqin looked at Lin Molin in disbelief. Wouldn't that make the smell of the surrounding five kilometers all the more delicious? That thing was only used by mortals, because they didn't have the fire of a cultivator with fire spiritual roots, so they couldn't burn it. They could only water the land and grow some ordinary food without spiritual energy to fill their stomachs.

Lin Molin looked at Wu Yaqin's shocked expression and patiently explained, "Although this may sound a little hard to accept, it is indeed effective. The cultivators eat spiritual rice and plants, and their excrement carries natural spiritual energy, and the effect is doubled after fermentation.

There is a strange smell, but it will dissipate in three to five days and won't be too noticeable. Moreover, the spiritual energy contained in it can greatly improve the growth rate and quality of spiritual plants."

Wu Yaqin frowned, her handsome face full of disgust: "Even so, this is too disgusting, I don't want to try it!"

Lin Molin smiled and said, "Senior Sister Wu, don't you want all of your fellow disciples to have enough to eat?! And eating spiritual rice and spiritual plants will speed up cultivation! Plus, the spiritual rice and spiritual plants in this field are growing like this, and the harvest is almost non-existent. Why not give it a try?"

At first, when Wu Yaqin brought the porridge, Lin Molin thought the sect was exaggerating about its poverty. After seeing the harvest in the fields, Lin Molin realized that the sect was ridiculously poor.

Being able to offer her that little treat was actually the best the sect could offer. Plus, the sect was friendly, so it wasn't impossible to make some good connections. After all, she was still very unfamiliar with this world.

Wu Yaqin hesitated for a moment, knowing that what Lin Molin said was true, and finally nodded: "Okay, then give it a try, but if the effect is not good, or the odor is too strong, stop immediately."

So they started this seemingly absurd but very reasonable attempt.

One dares to say it, the other dares to do it.

So when Zhang Guanrong, Sun Jian and their leader Lu Xuan came flying with swords, they were almost smoked and fell from mid-air.

"What's that smell? It's too stinky, isn't it?" Lu Xuan hurriedly sealed his mouth and nose with spiritual energy.

He waved his sleeves, and a breeze blew up, blowing away a lot of the smell.

Sun Jian was also shocked, his eyes wide in disbelief, "Mr. Zhang, did the toilet on your hilltop explode? It stinks!"