The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 21 The Big Dog Owner_1

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 The Big Dog Owner_1

Even with the True Monarch status, Dry Wood True Monarch’s heart was churning at this moment.

He looked towards Qi Yuan, intending to say something.

However, Qi Yuan simply walked away.

Dry Wood True Monarch sat down, his hand touching the purple incense wood chair. Trace scents of red dust arose from it, hinting at some unfathomable contemplation.

Outside of Shenguang Sect, Qi Yuan was once again fiddling with his knife.

"A Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object of the first grade... the Golden Flower Fruit. I’m somewhat tempted," Qi Yuan admitted.

The price of Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects was on the higher end.

"But, to win it in the Foundation Establishment Conference, I have to defeat disciples from other Sects... Sounds like a big hassle," he thought.

When he thought about the competition, Qi Yuan found it tiresome. He would rather play video games, which he felt, genuinely improved his abilities.

However, when he asked about the price of a first-grade Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object in a store, his eyes shone brightly.

"What, worth ten thousand Spirit Stones? Priceless?"

"There was a wealthy family willing to pay fifty thousand spirit stones and still didn’t manage to buy one? Not even a second-grade one?"

Qi Yuan was somewhat tempted.

As the senior disciple of the Seven-Colored Peak, he could only earn ten spirit stones a month.

But after offending his master, his supply of Spirit Stones had been cut off.

His daily life had been frugal and pinched.

Some time ago, his thatched cottage had a leaky roof. He was reluctant to spend Spirit Stones to hire a repairman, so he fixed it himself.

What kind of Immortal was he living like?

Moreover, once Qi Yuan established his foundation, there would be a massive deficit of Spirit Stones.

The refinement of mana in the Foundation Establishment Stage was greatly demanding of spirit stones.

So, disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage of the Shenguang Sect often went out to do tasks and earn Spirit Stones.

"Maybe I should participate?"

"No, too much hassle," he thought.

"If some villain won it, then I can morally justify taking it from him," he fancied.

Qi Yuan daydreamed, but that’s all it was - a daydream.

With such a high-level Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object, there would definitely be a strong protector. With his current minor strength, how could he possibly snatch it away?

Having loafed around all day, Qi Yuan felt like he was missing a literal will-o’-the-wisp and teenage girl to complain about her father not understanding her.

When he returned to the Seven-Colored Peak, Qi Yuan was greeted by a rich aroma.

"Spirit Carp, Drunken Fragrance Mushroom, North Precious Melon..."

Qi Yuan’s sense of smell was quite sharp.

The smell of those dishes greatly whetted his appetite.

"Junior Sister, the pot you’re cooking... are all spiritual materials, right? They’re not cheap, are they?" Qi Yuan remembered that since his arrival in this world six months ago, he had only eaten a dish made from spiritual materials once, and it was worth less than a Spirit Stone.

"Hmm, it’s fine, just a few dozen Spirit Stones." Jiang Lingsu casually admitted, brushing off her hands. "It won’t be long before I start establishing my foundation. I need to eat well to nourish my body."

Of course, Jiang Lingsu had other considerations.

She hoped that by showing off a little wealth, it might get the attention of the stunning fairy on the Seven-Colored Peak.

After all, when the future dark turmoil comes, the fairy on the Seven-Colored Peak might be the only one who could resist.

When Qi Yuan heard this, he was dumbfounded: "Where did you get so many Spirit Stones?"

Jiang Lingsu smiled sweetly: "I was born lucky."

"Doggone rich folks." Qi Yuan ground his teeth, sour grapes flavor permeating his words, "The number of seasoning you used in this Spirit Food is too small, it might be lacking in flavor."

He could not afford those spiritual materials, let alone the mushroom among them.

"Senior Brother, you made chicken soup for me last time. This time, I am inviting you to have a Spirit Material soup," Jiang Lingsu said.

Qi Yuan immediately changed his tune: "Delicious indeed. Good ingredients naturally result in a great flavor."

He even took the opportunity to advertise for Jiang Lingsu regarding her Spirit Food.

Jiang Lingsu: "..."

Their crazy temperament seemed undeniable, a little off in the head.

She served Qi Yuan and herself a bowl full of Spirit Food.

Qi Yuan tasted it and found that it was fragrant and refreshing, making his mouth water.

"This is truly a delicacy," Qi Yuan commented, finding it way better than the Hex technology take-out food he had in his previous life.

Moreover, with just one bite, he felt a strand of his mana increase.

This was no different from the times he’d slain a level seventy daemon in the game, the increased cultivation reverberating back to his physical body in abundance.

Suddenly, he felt gaming was overrated, eating Spirit Food was much better.

Moreover, it was simply delicious, much more so than any Hex Technology-made, or prepared food.

However at this moment, Jiang Lingsu frowned: "What a pity, the grade of the spiritual materials is too low, as a result, the taste of the Spirit Food is a bit lacking."

Qi Yuan instantly felt that the Spirit Food in his bowl had become less appetising.

It might not be appetising, but he did not hold back when he was eating it.

...

"Time to game."

Seeing night had already fallen, Qi Yuan once again logged into the game.

As usual, Qi Yuan crawled out of the pit.

"Now that I’m full... time to game!"

He held his large sword, sneaking around in the forest.

The etiquette tonight was no different from usual.

It seemed that the damage inflicted on the etiquette demons the night before had not left an impression on them.

Soon, Qi Yuan arrived at the spot where the etiquette demon hanged itself.

Xiaoxiang Sword Rain!

Wrist Tyrant Fist!

Qi Yuan started his hunt once again.

The etiquette demons were being slaughtered by him one by one.

Meanwhile, the other etiquette demons also woke up from the trees one after another.

They had no face, no eyes, no ears, and not even mouths.

But Qi Yuan could sense their rage.

If he could give them a mouth, Qi Yuan was certain he would hear a continuous stream of beautiful native cheers.

"You *** day ***"

Of course, since these etiquette demons couldn’t talk, they couldn’t insult Qi Yuan so they could only attack him, venting their anger.

Unfortunately, they all ended up becoming Qi Yuan’s experience points.

Here qi Yuan was, dodging in and out, comparable to Zhao Yun and Wen Yang.

A few hours later, when he saw the etiquette demons start to regroup again, Qi Yuan directly dusted his cloak as he retreated without leaving any trace.

Afterwards, Qi Yuan dug a hole and buried himself in it.

He was summarizing.

"The speed at which the etiquette demons regroup has gotten faster."

"It seems they’re growing, too."

"However, I’m also growing. Gained another level, although leveling up will become slower from now on."

After finishing his summarizing, Qi Yuan opened the chat interface.

As usual, he replied to a series of messages sent by Jin Li.

The messages sent by Jin Li were very fragmented. For example, she mentioned that there were floods in some parts of the report, which she was worried about; she also mentioned that the horse she was leading had suddenly gone mad and she nearly got hurt.

Qi Yuan replied slowly, then proceeded to share his usual in-game activities with Jin Li.

A moment later, a series of messages were sent.

"It’s getting late, time to log off."

Qi Yuan felt he had been playing the game long enough.

However, to his surprise at this moment, Jin Li sent him a message.

"You’re still up this late?" Qi Yuan wanted to look up at the moon but unfortunately, he couldn’t see the moon from within the pit.

"Had a lot going on today." Jin Li replied, her fatigue making her sound calm and tired in spirit.

"I visited Aunt Qin during the day. I used the imperial medicine harvested from Xuanyuan restriction. Her injuries are much better."

Jin Li slowly recounted her day’s events.

She didn’t like spreading negative vibes, thus she expressed it with a calm tone.

"Your task seems quite challenging." Qi Yuan thought if he was in Jin Li’s place, he might not have performed as well as her.

After all, the court was all about interpersonal relationships, but all he knew was to fight and kill.