Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 74: I'm Really Idle

The north wind howled, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof was rustling.

The snowfall became heavier and heavier, gradually covering the roof and the grass with a thin layer of white snow.

The eaves were all covered in white, looking particularly enchanting in their silver attire.

This was the first snowfall of the winter.

Under the shelter of the hall, Su Fan sat on a recliner, watching the snowflakes falling outside.

When he saw that the teapot on the mud stove next to him had boiled, he took it down and brewed a pot of spiritual tea for himself.

He poured himself a cup and closed his eyes, savoring it slowly.

There were only a few dozen pieces of spiritual tea left from the ones Old Ye gave him.

He didn't think much of it when he drank it before.

But when the supply of spiritual tea became scarce, Su Fan thought about buying some more in the city. However, when he asked about the price, he was almost scared to death.

The spiritual tea that Old Ye gave him cost several hundred spiritual stones per liang.

He wasn't mistaken, it was per liang.

Such expensive spiritual tea, he used to drink it like water, only knowing that it tasted good, but never really savoring it.

That was more than a jin of spiritual tea, adding up to thousands of spiritual stones, which caused him a lot of trouble.

Now Su Fan was more careful, only putting in two or three pieces each time.

And he savored every cup carefully. Since he knew the value of spiritual tea, he felt that it tasted even better than before.

Su's Private Kitchen had been in business for over two months, and business had been good all along.

Especially in the past month, the six private rooms were not enough.

But Su Fan still didn't add more tables. It was first come, first served. If you didn't make a reservation, you had to wait until later. Even those who made reservations had to wait for several days.

Although he offended the big sister of the inner sect and made her angry, she still came over from time to time, but she never gave Su Fan a good face again.

Su Fan didn't care. Even if he agreed to the senior sister's request, would she really give him a good face?

In the eyes of the inner sect disciples, you, a small independent cultivator, are not even worth a blade of grass.

What's even more annoying is that Liu He was becoming more and more arrogant, and he even had a few followers from the outer sect.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Su Fan frowned. Who could it be so early in the morning?

He lazily got up from the recliner and was about to go open the door. After a few steps, he turned back and brought the teapot from the mud stove into the house.

"Who is it..."

He came to the front gate and shouted outside.

"Fellow Daoist Su, it's me..."

Su Fan recognized the voice. It was one of his neighbors named Feng Qi.

He opened the door and saw a middle-aged man named Feng Qi standing outside.

He was nearly fifty years old, with a thin and long face, a short beard, and a narrow smile that made his eyes look narrow.

Su Fan's gaze narrowed, and he smiled and greeted, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Feng, on advancing in your cultivation technique..."

Upon hearing Su Fan's words, Feng Qi's face immediately turned red.

"Ah... After being stuck for more than ten years, I finally made a breakthrough..."

Su Fan led Feng Qi into the courtyard, and the two sat under the shelter, pouring him a cup of hot water.

"I don't have any spiritual tea or anything like that. It's just freshly boiled hot water. Please don't mind, Fellow Daoist..."

Feng Qi picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Fellow Daoist, your business is doing really well. I heard that someone specially came from Ashen Dove City just to eat at your place."

Su Fan smiled calmly, but he sneered inwardly.

Damn it, in the end, someone still noticed.

"They are some friends from the sect. They got tired of the restaurants in the city and wanted to taste some rustic wild game, so I helped them arrange it."

Feng Qi looked at Su Fan in surprise and said, "Do you know people from the Shifting Yin Sect?"

"Well, I do have a few fellow villagers in the sect who have been taking care of me."

"I'm telling you, you must have attracted a lot of disciples from various sects. They must be quite generous with their contributions."

Su Fan shook his head and said, "It's alright, I can't let myself lose..."

Upon hearing Su Fan's words, a hint of greed appeared in Feng Qi's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Su, you're really something. It's not easy to earn spirit stones from sect disciples."

The two chatted for a while, and then Feng Qi made an excuse to leave.

Su Fan escorted Feng Qi outside the courtyard and watched his figure disappear, his nose twitching.

He turned around and entered the courtyard, his mind focused.

Whoosh!

A chilling aura came from behind, and Sister Sadako appeared out of nowhere.

Su Fan conveyed a thought, and Sister Sadako disappeared again.

He sneered, it's true that if you don't provoke trouble, trouble won't find you.

Su Fan was still puzzled. A few days ago, he hadn't fully reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, but today he had a breakthrough. It turned out to be thanks to the demon statue.

Earlier, he had used the "Fragrance Detection Technique" and sensed a trace of the demon statue's aura.

In fact, it had nothing to do with what Feng Qi worshipped.

But this guy clearly had ill intentions towards him, which was just not right.

At noon, after Su Fan finished preparing the main dishes for six tables, he sat in the courtyard waiting for customers to arrive.

"Bang..."

The courtyard door was kicked open, and Senior Sister walked in with a group of people.

There was obvious anger on her face, and she didn't give Su Fan any good expression.

"I flew for an hour in the heavy snow just to come to this lousy place. I must be really free..."

Su Fan chuckled, "Senior Sister, I specially prepared a few pots for you, all with new flavors, to ensure your satisfaction."

"Hmph..."

Senior Sister glared at him and angrily entered the private room.

Liu He, the lackey, ran after her, making a face at Su Fan before entering the room.

Su Fan didn't even bother with him. He was really annoyed by this guy's behavior.

It was snowing, so he added a few more pots, which were relatively unique dishes.

"Sour Cabbage Stewed Lamb Spine," "Radish Stewed Beef Offal," "Dry Pot Spicy Duck Head," "Dry Fried Green Beans with Braised Pork," "Stewed Ribs with Kidney Beans," "Simplified Version of Spicy Hot Pot." Each pot was as big as a rice basin.

He also served several refreshing side dishes and a few light stir-fried vegetables.

For this meal, if you don't give ten Middle Grade spirit stones, would you feel embarrassed?

Underneath the six pots were spirit charcoal, and the pots were bubbling and boiling. Before they even started eating, Senior Sister and the others were already salivating.

Su Fan also poured strong liquor into small flasks and heated them with boiling water before serving them.

Outside, the snow was falling, and the north wind was howling. But inside the private room, it was warm like spring.

Eating the steaming hot pots and drinking the warm liquor was truly a great pleasure in life.

After arranging the dishes for the six tables, Su Fan returned to his own small courtyard.

Whoosh!

A gust of cold wind blew, and Sister Sadako appeared behind Su Fan, conveying a message to him.

Su Fan waved his hand to dismiss Sister Sadako, then sneered.

Damn it, he really made people worry.

He had already been approached twice, and this time Su Fan was prepared to nip the crisis in the bud.

On this cold winter night, the biting cold wind was still blowing, giving off a bone-chilling chill.

The snow was still falling, with snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, creating a desolate and eerie scene in the wilderness.

Su Fan braved the heavy snow as he ran on the snowy ground.

Sister Sadako sent a thought, and he slowly stopped. Through the dense snow curtain, his eyes coldly surveyed the valley ahead.

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