This Life's Song: The Genius Rune Master

Qi Nianbei didn't stand on ceremony and said after sitting down, "Since Brother Liu is hosting, of course you should be here."

The man smiled and said politely, "Why don't you have some, Brother Gao?"

The man quickly shook his head, "You do it."

The man smiled, "I knew it would be like this, you two!" He shook his head and started ordering.

As they ordered, Lianxue and the other two drooled over the dishes, but since they weren't all laid out, they could only watch anxiously.

Lianxue looked at the plate. On the plate were beggar's chicken, braised pork, hot and sour fish, pig tail soup, lion's head meatballs, and a kind of spirit beast meat with abundant spiritual energy. Chef Yiduo introduced it as green pomelo chicken, which is very delicious.

It is said that the Green Pomelo Chicken is a delicacy. It is plump with three legs under its belly and short wings. On its head, it has a pair of green bean eyes. Its feathers are green and pomelo-colored, with some red feathers mixed in. It is jokingly called the Green Pomelo Chicken. The blood of the Green Pomelo Chicken can be used as medicine, its feathers can be used as ornaments, its eyes can be used as decorations, its meat and eggs can be eaten, and it is full of spiritual energy.

Therefore, in the cultivation world, green pomelo chickens are often used as food. Of course, the number of green pomelo chickens is limited, and later it has also developed into captivity. For example, each major sect will have a separate small secret realm to support spirit beasts, including the live animals that students bring back when they complete their missions.

This allows for both breeding and consumption by trainees.

This also ensured that the forest was not subjected to excessive killing.

In the city, only royalty are allowed to hunt Green Pomelo Chickens. Ordinary people can only taste them by going to the Treasure Pavilion for auction.

These were all things that Chu Yiduo said, and Lianxue ate without any hesitation. Eating did not affect Chu Yiduo's conversation at all, which Lianxue greatly admired.

The first time Lianxue ate there, she felt there was too much food and wondered how she could finish it all, which seemed wasteful. But this time, she felt she could easily finish two large plates.

A plate of green pomelo chicken was quickly devoured, as was the beggar's chicken. Even the pig tail soup was not spared. They ate a bite of food and drank a sip of soup. If a newcomer saw them doing this, they would definitely scoff and think they were unsophisticated. But only those who had actually tasted it would salivate.

The six dishes were devoured in an instant, and then, in the same manner, Chef Yiduo quietly licked the plate clean.

The three of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, leaned back contentedly in their chairs.

Then Jingwei complained that she still felt hungry, and accepted two more plates.

In the end, it was only after Chef Yi urged them to leave that Lianxue and her companion reluctantly departed from Shifeng.

On the way back, Jingwei still seemed reluctant to leave, muttering to herself, "Sigh! In all my years, this is the first time I've tasted such delicious food. It's so good! I wish I could eat it every day. It's just a pity that we only have a little bit left. Let me calculate, if we eat three meals a day, that's six meals in two days. We've already eaten it twice, so..."

Lianxue was speechless, watching Jingwei count on her fingers, "There are seven times. After seven times, we need to accumulate points, otherwise we won't be able to eat anymore."

Jingwei put down her fingers after hearing this, looking disappointed. "Oh dear! Was it too fast? I haven't had enough to eat yet!"

Lianxue couldn't help but chuckle. "Then let's work hard to accumulate points. Besides, we're here to cultivate, not to eat. Have you forgotten what we did in junior high?"

Jingwei froze, her heart conflicted. It seemed... it seemed to be coming. "I know, but can I resist? For a foodie like me, such delicious food, if I can only look at it and not eat it, I might as well be killed."

Lianxue smiled helplessly. The two chatted and laughed as they strolled around the mountain before arriving at the Martial Hall, where a number of people had already gathered.

This is the square where we received our first instruction. There are about a hundred people sitting on the ground. Lianxue and her companion also sat down, waiting for their instructor to arrive.

A moment later, a somewhat rugged man walked over. Looking at the crowd below, he said, "I am Wu Xiong, the instructor of the Martial Arts Hall. From now on, I will be teaching the Martial Arts Hall classes. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

Lianxue looked at her mentor seriously. Mentor Wuxiong had a strong beard on his chin, and his mouth moved up and down when he spoke, making him quite witty.

Wu Xiong continued, "Our martial arts school has a different teaching method than other schools. Some people may ask what the difference is. It is that we need to practice, compete, and train."

“I think each of you thinks that the theoretical and practical skills you learned in the family are already very good, but I want to tell you that’s not true.”

Some people questioned, "What's different about the mentor? I think the knowledge points are very profound."

The mentor wasn't angry; instead, he asked, "Young man, what are you good at?"

The man looked at his instructor and hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Close combat, that's my forte."

Wu Xiong smiled, lifted her skirt, rolled up her sleeves, and drew a circle with her right foot. "Come on, young man, I won't attack you with my hands or feet. If you can force me out of the circle within a quarter of an hour, I will agree with your statement. Otherwise, you will have to listen to me. Do you understand?" Wu Xiong assumed a fighting stance, waiting for the man.

Seeing this, the man couldn't refuse. He thought he was very strong, and besides, the instructor wouldn't do anything to kick him out. After mentally preparing himself, the man bravely charged forward.

As soon as he stepped forward, the man stretched out his right hand, his fingertips forming claws, aiming straight for the instructor's heart, demonstrating his ruthlessness.

The instructor put his hands behind his back and dodged the attack by sidestepping.

The man turned around and raised his right leg high, aiming straight for his mentor's head.

The instructor crouched down, and the man followed with his left foot, aiming for the instructor's chest.

His thinking was simple: if he kicked out, the mentor would definitely dodge, and then it wouldn't be up to the mentor to decide whether he could stay out of the circle.

At this point, some of the students watching the scene became nervous, wondering, "Won't the mentor really get kicked out by him?"

"Don't say that. If it were that simple and the mentors lost, how could we be mentors?"

"To be honest, I'm not very optimistic about that young man. He's too impetuous."

"Damn, look, with that kick, the mentor has become a sensation!"

Jingwei looked uncertain and asked Lianxue, "Lianxue, who do you think will win, the mentor or the man?"

Lianxue watched the battle and said, "The instructor said that we can't attack with our hands and feet, but he didn't say that we can't dodge. I still think the instructor is right."

As soon as Lianxue finished speaking, the man's foot was about to kick Wuxiong in the chest. However, the instructor did not dodge but instead took the kick with his body. The man was then sent flying by the instructor.

Everyone was puzzled, but only the man knew that it felt like he had kicked a piece of cotton, and then been violently bounced away.

The instructor, acting as if nothing had happened, patted his clothes and said, "Continue."

The man felt that his mentor was discriminating against him and began to consider quitting. He thought, "So many people are competing with me, and I just had to show off. What should I do? But I can't give up halfway through."

Unable to get up, he continued his attack, using every close-combat move imaginable: left hook, right kick, elbow strike, side kick.

But the mentor easily dodged it, while I was already out of breath.

Wu Xiong smiled and said, "Alright, a quarter of an hour has passed, you have already lost."

The merciless words were like a slap across the man's face.

He was somewhat resentful, and it showed on his face.

Wu Xiong remained unperturbed upon seeing this. "Do you think that because my cultivation is higher than yours, it's normal for you to lose? It's good for young people to have fighting spirit and ambition, and the sect is most lacking in people with fighting spirit, but..."

"But sects also need people who have the courage to admit defeat, who can take things on and let them go, and who dare to act and take responsibility. Only then can they be true heroes."