Si Lei Zhenjun

"Everyone present here is the young genius of my Great Yan Divine Sect. I summoned you here this time because I have a difficult task to entrust to you."

Inside a small courtyard in Wangxian City, the Ghost Eyed Old Man smiled broadly as he looked at the young men and women before him. "I wonder if you are ready to take on this daunting challenge?"

When the geniuses heard this, they immediately became energized and full of fighting spirit.

"Very good!" Seeing this, the Ghost Eye Old Man nodded with satisfaction, "Your mission is to infiltrate the Yunxiao Sect during its disciple-recruiting ceremony in ten days."

As soon as these words were spoken, the place fell silent.

The smile on the Ghost Eyed Old Man's face, which was already eerie and strange, became even more creepy in the eyes of everyone.

After a long silence, a man with an ordinary appearance asked:

"Ghost Guardian, most of us are at the foundation building level or above, and we're practicing magic. I'm afraid we won't be able to pass this entrance test, right?"

The ghost-eyed old man smiled slightly, as if he was confident.

He raised his hand and touched his waist, and there was an exquisite wooden box in his hand.

As the wooden box was opened, the fragrance of elixir filled the air. Inside the wooden box were longan-sized light golden elixirs.

Each one is full and round, with three dan patterns surrounding it, and it is obvious that they are not ordinary products.

"Do you know what this is?"

Everyone felt that it looked familiar, somewhat like the Foundation Establishment Pill, but not exactly the same.

The Ghost Eyes Old Man took in everyone's expressions, and a hint of pride appeared on his face:

"Does it feel a bit like a foundation-building pill?"

Seeing everyone nodding, he continued:

"If it was just a Foundation Establishment Pill, why would I take it out? This is a special Foundation Establishment Pill that I finally got in a nearby city. It's said to be made by a master alchemist from the Yunxiao Sect."

"May I ask what the effect of this special foundation-building pill is?" asked a proud person.

"This ordinary Foundation Establishment Pill helps people break through from the Qi Refining Stage to the Foundation Establishment Stage," the Ghost Eyed Old Man raised his chin slightly, "This special Foundation Establishment Pill does the exact opposite. Taking one pill can cause a person to fall from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Qi Refining Stage. Not only that, I've even had someone try it on me. Taking another pill can turn a person from the Qi Refining Stage into a mortal with no cultivation at all."

"Now you don't have to worry about failing the entrance test anymore, right?"

Everyone: "..."

Thank you for listening to me.

……

Yunxiao Sect.

Zhao Chunfeng's courtyard.

As soon as Chu Xingfu walked into the yard, a pungent smoke rushed towards him, forcing him to step back repeatedly. He coughed a few times before he could steady himself.

He looked around and saw thick smoke billowing out of a room in the corner, as if something ominous was about to happen.

He nudged the calm senior brother beside him with his elbow and reminded him:

"Big Brother, your house is on fire."

Zhao Chunfeng said calmly:

"No, it's Ruxue who's making soup in the kitchen."

"Senior Sister Ruxue can cook?" Chu Xing was a little surprised.

Zhao Chunfeng twitched his lips and asked, "Guess why there's so much smoke coming out of this kitchen?"

Hearing this, Chu Xing felt a sense of foreboding.

He glanced at the kitchen filled with smoke, then looked at Zhao Chunfeng's meaningful smile, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have come at the wrong time.

"Brother... I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around silently and prepared to slip out of the yard.

However, before he had taken two steps, he was grabbed by the eldest brother. He laughed and said:

"Since you're here, why not try Ruxue's cooking before you leave?"

Chu Xing shook his head stiffly, trying to refuse:

"This soup was specially made for you by Senior Sister Ruxue. I'd better forget it."

Zhao Chunfeng waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, there's no need to be so formal. Drink more if you like."

"What do you mean by polite or not?"

At this time, Feng Ruxue's voice came from the kitchen door.

Chu Xing turned around and saw Feng Ruxue coming out of the kitchen holding an exquisite tray.

She was dressed in plain clothes, her hair was simply tied up, and her face was covered with black ash, obviously from the thick smoke in the kitchen.

Chu Xing approached and pointed at the white porcelain soup bowl on the tray and asked:

"Senior Sister Ruxue, what kind of soup are you making?"

"Fish soup."

Feng Ruxue smiled slightly and opened the soup bowl.

The soup bowl contained steaming black soup, which had a strong and pungent smell.

If Chu Xing saw correctly, the fish inside moved twice.

Chu Xing retreated slightly, held his breath, and forced a smile.

"I never thought you had such a skill, Senior Sister. You are truly a master in both the living room and the kitchen. It is truly a blessing for my eldest brother to marry a woman like you."

Feng Ruxue raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said a little embarrassedly:

"This is my first time making soup, so I don't know how it tastes yet. It's a good opportunity for my junior brother to come and help me taste it."

As she spoke, she handed a soup spoon to Chu Xing.

"Um..." Chu Xing took the soup spoon hesitantly, then quickly stuffed it into Zhao Chunfeng's hand, "Let's let Senior Brother do it. After all, this is my first time making soup. If I taste it first, he might get jealous."

"Husband." Feng Ruxue looked at Zhao Chunfeng with anticipation in her eyes.

Zhao Chunfeng was stunned and his smile was very forced.

He slowly put the spoon into the black soup, scooped half a spoonful, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

Then, his expression twisted slightly, but he nodded in appreciation.

"Very good, delicious. Ruxue, how much salt did you put in?"

Feng Ruxue frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Five breaths of time."

Zhao Chunfeng: “???”

Chu Xing: “???”

Who adds salt based on time?!

Feng Ruxue moved the tray closer to Zhao Chunfeng, handed out a pair of chopsticks, and said softly:

"Husband, why not try this fish? This fish is the Cloud Pattern Lingyu, which has a trace of true dragon blood in its body. It is not only extremely delicious, but can also greatly enhance the physical strength of cultivators."

Zhao Chunfeng looked at the fish in the bowl that was flapping its wings from time to time, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He took a deep breath, picked up a piece of bloody fish, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without even chewing.

"It's really fresh..."

Before Zhao Chunfeng could finish his words, he fell down.

"Husband!" Feng Ruxue hurriedly threw away the tray in her hand and rushed over to support him.

Chu Xing was stunned by this scene.

Even though the eldest brother was so powerful, he could be knocked down in an instant.

Dark cuisine, is it so scary?!

"I'm fine," Zhao Chunfeng opened his eyes with difficulty and shook his head gently, "I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine after taking a few pills."

Looking at Zhao Chunfeng's lips that were so dark that they turned purple, Feng Ruxue showed a guilty look on her face:

"It's all my fault. I just wanted to make you some fish soup to nourish your body..."

"How can I blame you for this?" Zhao Chunfeng's eyes were gentle. "It must be that this fish soup is too nourishing. Once you drink it, your qi and blood surge up, and that's why you feel a little dizzy."

Chu Xing: “…”