Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

The trip to the Sword Tomb brought joy to some and sorrow to others. The disciples who failed to gain the recognition of the spirit sword quickly let go of their disappointment, knowing they were still young and had plenty of opportunities; they could always come back in three years.

Originally worried about Ji Ci, Yue Wu couldn't help but sigh inwardly after hearing about his latest situation. As expected of the protagonist personally chosen by the Heavenly Dao, all sorts of opportunities and treasures were being delivered to him. His luck was incredibly good.

She had just led her disciples back when she encountered Ji Ci, who could not hide his joy. Before she could even utter a word, he spilled everything out like pearls.

It was clear, pleasant to the ear, and incredibly exciting.

Ji Ci had originally gone to the Refining Peak to post a commission, seeking a capable disciple to forge a high-grade spirit sword for him. He had recently earned a considerable amount of spirit stones and could afford this substantial reward.

However, he overlooked his reputation in the Qingyun Sect, which attracted a group of disciples who were eager to take on the task, all hoping to befriend Ji Ci and gain some small benefits, such as priority access to food.

Unexpectedly, the noisy crowd attracted the peak master of weapon refining. His displeased expression vanished the moment he heard the origin of the vortex-eyed Ji Ci.

He didn't have many hobbies, except for food. However, delicacies were hard to come by in the immortal sect, and the food for mortals was too varied and eating too much of it could affect cultivation. The sect had a canteen for disciples who had not yet abstained from grains, but he had only been there a few times and only ate enough to avoid starvation.

Spiritual chefs are extremely rare in the immortal sects. Even among families of spiritual chefs, few have followed the traditions and persisted in their craft. Those who can create spiritually rich and delicious dishes are extremely rare.

He happened to see his disciple eating a stinky food that could be smelled from a distance. He was engrossed in his book and thought that a latrine had exploded. When he went out to check, he realized that his little disciple was eating some kind of stinky tofu. He pinched his nose and glanced at the dark stuff in the bowl.

He was disgusted, but his little apprentice was eating with great relish. He couldn't help but gag a few times, but he still blocked his sense of smell and looked at his little disciple with a worried look while asking him questions.

He is a bit strict usually, but it's unlikely that being strict would drive the child crazy, allowing him to laugh even after eating something uglier than poop.

No matter how the young disciple explained, the Refining Peak Master simply wouldn't believe him, looking as if he was certain the disciple had gone mad from cultivation.

Finally, in order to prove his innocence, while his master was still earnestly persuading him, he quickly stuffed a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth. Before he could react, the tofu broke open, and he paused slightly as if he was about to spit it out.

His furrowed brows relaxed, and he chewed and chewed. Hey! It seems pretty good. He continued to chew. The outer skin was chewy, the edges were slightly crispy, but the inside was soft and flavorful. He finished it in a few bites, and the Refining Peak Master licked his lips, savoring the taste.

It must have been drizzled with a special sauce, making the stinky tofu's flavor even richer and more complex. The slight spiciness made him want to have another piece. The delicious taste completely made him ignore the stench from before, even though he had long since blocked his sense of smell.

He smacked his lips, looking at his little apprentice with lingering interest, but kept quiet out of pride, hoping that his apprentice would understand and serve the food on his own.

The young disciple understood immediately. After all, they had been master and disciple for so long that he could understand each other's meaning with just a glance. He turned his head away and skewered the rest of the bamboo sticks, stuffing them into his mouth with his cheeks bulging. He chewed frantically while dodging the pursuit of the Refining Peak Master.

Having grown up under the tutelage of the Refining Peak Master, he naturally developed a keen interest in food. Every day before dawn, he would wait in front of Ji Ci's stall just to get the first serving, and he would not give it to his master.

The peak master of weapon refining was furious, glaring and berating his unfilial disciple. Ji Ci silently remembered this and secretly disguised himself to queue up a few times, but he was never satisfied with the limited quantity.

This time, he found a good opportunity. After hearing about Ji Ci's background, he patted his chest and said that he would accept the commission. He said that as long as he cooked for him for a month, he would make him a spirit sword for free.

Ji Ci was naturally tempted. Everyone knew the strength of the Refining Peak Master, and his personal involvement would guarantee the quality of the craftsmanship. Ji Ci agreed without much thought.

When Yuewu noticed that Xuandu was interested in fried noodles, she pulled him to eat with them. Although Jici was very happy to have new people trying the food, Xuandu still politely gave him a top-grade Xuan stone as a reward.

Then the four of them formed a temporary dining group, or occasionally a five-person gathering, plus Han Ziyan.

I didn't want to bring him along, but for some reason, Han Ziyan, who is usually nowhere to be seen, would appear as soon as it was time to eat. Yuewu was annoyed; he was so elusive that he was terrifying. They changed seats several times, but Han Ziyan could still find them. I don't know what method he used.

Finally, the kind-hearted Ji Ci enthusiastically invited him to join the "Dry Rice Squad," and Han Ziyan nodded slightly embarrassedly in agreement. Yue Wu frowned as she watched, thinking to herself and 66, "What a pretentious guy."

Whether it was because of the Xuan Stone given by Xuan Du, or because of the immense joy he felt while eating the delicious food, the Refining Peak Master felt an extraordinary connection while forging. He could feel the resonance with every breath he took. He made his work with ease, and finally, a light rose up, illuminating the entire refining room and attracting the turn of the refining disciples.

"Wow, that must be the Peak Master's weapon-refining room! They're producing some really good stuff!"

"This radiance, this fluctuation of spiritual energy, is a blessing from Heaven!"

Heavenly blessings usually fall upon outstanding achievements, appearing in crafting, talismans, and elixirs. They are extremely rare, and items blessed by Heaven are at least top-grade, and are even better than ordinary top-grade items.

The Refining Peak Master was overjoyed. His strength had improved to a new level, and he understood that it was the effect of the food made by Ji Ci that had allowed him to take another step forward in refining weapons. Without holding back, he directly handed the spirit sword to Ji Ci.

Ji Ci was deeply moved and, unable to refuse, decided to cook more delicious food for the Refining Peak Master.

"well?"

Han Ziyan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with inexplicable emotions. How lucky he was to obtain what others struggled to achieve so easily. His raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow over his face.

I'm so jealous...

Time flies, the moon and stars shift, and soon the day to set off for the secret realm arrived. Yuewu's relationship with Xuandu is getting better and better, unlike before when she was reserved. Her master is also a cold-faced but warm-hearted person.

She intentionally or unintentionally brought up the recent activities of the demon race in front of him, and also expressed her curiosity about Han Ziyan's behavior.

For the sake of the plot, she couldn't say it outright, so she could only hint at it in private. However, her master was so powerful that he would definitely understand what she meant.

Although Xuan Du found his junior disciple's actions puzzling, he still took it to heart. It wasn't something the demon race couldn't do—planting spies within the immortal sects. Fearing to alert them, he didn't tell anyone else, but secretly set up restrictions in various places. As long as any external aura approached, it would immediately attract his attention, making it easier to set up the mountain-protecting formation to protect the Qingyun Sect.

This secret realm is for those below the Golden Core stage to enter. Yuewu had actually reached the peak of the Golden Core stage long ago, but she had been suppressing her cultivation in order to enter. She still remembered that in the story, Han Ziyan colluded with the demon race to harm the Qingyun disciples in this secret realm and then blamed the original owner of the body for it.

Whether it was out of the original owner's wish or her own true feelings, she would not abandon the matter. With her around, she would not let Han Ziyan kill people. It would be even better if she could use the recording stone to record the scene of him colluding with the demon race.

Secondly, she couldn't bear to see Ji Ci leave for so long; this secret realm wouldn't reopen for another month after it was opened.

For someone whose palate has been spoiled by Ji Ci's pampering, going a month without good food would be the death of her. It's better to stay with her apprentice and be fed all the time.

Yuewu suppressed her drooling and silently recalled the delicious food Jici had made.

Under Yuewu's guidance, Ji Ci also embarked on a path of cultivation through cooking, officially becoming a spiritual chef. Ji's parents were also pleased to give Ji Ci the Ji family's most precious treasure, the Xuan Tie Dao (Mysterious Iron Blade), hoping that he would not forget his ancestors' aspirations and would revitalize the family.