Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

As dusk approached, Li Shang had already abstained from grains, but the other three had not yet. So Li Shang took the two away, while Jing Shu was served food by a servant disciple via a teleportation array.

Unlike the mortal realm, the ingredients used here are all top-grade spiritual foods. These spiritual foods are free of impurities and, after consumption, will transform into spiritual energy within the body to nourish it. Ordinary ingredients, on the other hand, are fine for those at lower cultivation levels, but for those at higher cultivation levels, they will leave impurities in the body. These impurities must either be expelled through cultivation or cleansing pills must be used.

In modern times, only direct descendants of the Jing family are qualified to use spiritual food. Jing Shu stopped eating as soon as he reached the Foundation Establishment stage in his previous life. In modern times, where spiritual energy is scarce, the Jing family would not keep this for themselves.

only……

"Why are there only two portions of spiritual food?" Jing Shu frowned slightly.

The servant disciple respectfully said, "Junior Uncle, one is for you, and one is for the wet nurse."

"What about Master's?"

"Junior Uncle, you may not know this, but Grandmaster has long since abstained from grains and does not like to eat spiritual food," the disciple explained.

Not eating? Master ate quite a lot when he was out.

After the servant disciple left, Jing Shu opened the food box, took a bite with the specially prepared spoon.

"..."

Jing Shu calmly put down the spoon and calmly took out a handkerchief.

Pooh!

Jing Shu finally lost control of his facial expression; his brows furrowed so deeply they seemed to be knotted together. He quickly picked up the water glass beside him and rinsed his mouth.

How could it taste so awful!

While the ingredients for spiritual food may resemble ordinary ingredients in appearance, their taste is vastly different. Spiritual food also has its own methods of preparation. Whether it's a problem with the Cloud Burial Sect or a problem with this world, treating spiritual food like ordinary ingredients is utterly a waste!

Jing Shu didn't know that this was just how the world was. Everyone was cultivating immortality, so who would care about such things? Even if someone thought something didn't taste good, who would have the time to cook it themselves?

When Jing Shu was with the Jing family, they forced him to memorize many ancient cultivation manuals in order to quickly improve his cultivation. Someone, for some unknown reason, placed a ten-centimeter-thick complete guide to spiritual food cooking among those books. The clueless young Jing Shu actually memorized it all!

"Sigh, really..."

the other side.

After a busy day, the sect leader finally had some free time. Remembering that his martial uncle had returned today, he summoned Li Shang and asked him why his martial uncle had summoned him.

The sorrow of parting is truthfully reported.

Fan Qingyan pondered for a moment, then said, "I understand. You may leave."

His uncle, a martial arts master, never played by the rules. Last time, he randomly picked up a little beggar who turned out to be an exceptional genius. This time, he was extremely curious about his two little disciples.

Knock—Knock

"Master?" Little Jing Shu knocked on the door with great effort, carrying the food with him.

Han Luo got up, opened the door, caught the wobbly food, and then looked at the little dumpling.

Even though he didn't say anything, Jing Shu still understood Han Luo's gaze.

"Ah, ah. I noticed that Master hadn't eaten, and I wondered if the sect's food wasn't to his liking, so I made some myself and brought it to Master to try."

Fortunately, Hanfeng also had a private kitchen. Jing Shu asked a servant disciple to deliver some spiritual food, which allowed him to finally show off his skills.

Han Luo glanced at the food, then at Jing Shu's short stature, which barely reached her thigh, and was momentarily speechless.

"Master?" Jing Shu asked nervously. Did he not like it?

Han Luo snapped out of her daze. "Let's eat together."

After saying that, he carried the food in one hand and picked up Jing Shu with the other and went into the house.

Jing Shu had just breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he had "flew" up, and his face instantly darkened. No, Master, this is so embarrassing!

Hanluo's room was fairly tidy, but...

Jing Shu fell into a brief silence as he looked at the bed covered in fluffy fur.

Seeing that Jing Shu was staring at the bed without moving, Han Luo suddenly thought of something, "Come and sleep with me tonight."

"?!" Jing Shu turned around abruptly. "Why?!" He could understand sharing a room at the inn, but why now?

"It's so warm to sleep holding you," Han Luo said frankly. After setting out the food, she brought Jing Shu over and said, "Let's eat."

"..." Can we please stop carrying it?

Jing Shu sat down to eat with a dark expression.

This was his first time making it, and it seemed alright. Jing Shu, who wasn't particularly fond of food, thought it was acceptable.

Jing Shu secretly glanced at Han Luo. Although Han Luo didn't show any expression, the fact that he kept eating revealed that he really liked him.

Jing Shu breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, things hadn't gone awry.

After the meal, Jing Shu started yawning. He couldn't help it; his body was only six years old and couldn't withstand the strain.

After washing up, Jing Shu climbed into bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

but……

I can't sleep! I just can't sleep!

Jing Shu suddenly opened his eyes; it was so hot!

Although it was a cold peak, the place was warm as spring, and with the plush bed, it was really hot! Jing Shu had no spiritual power at all, so he couldn't use it to regulate his body temperature.

"Master," Jing Shu said weakly, glancing at Han Luo who was sitting on the couch reading ancient books, "Can I go back to sleep?"

Han Luo looked at the sweat beading on Jing Shu's forehead, closed the ancient book, and cast a cleansing spell on Jing Shu. "No."

After saying that, he took off his outer robe, got into bed, and pulled Jing Shu into his arms, saying, "Let's sleep."

Han Luo has a mutated spiritual root—the ice spiritual root—so her body temperature is much lower than that of ordinary people.

Hanluo sighed with satisfaction. Jingshu wasn't so hot anymore, so he quietly became a giant hand warmer.

However, as a cultivator with an ice-elemental root, why was he so afraid of the cold? Jing Shu couldn't figure it out.