0p0 Chapter 107 Innate Chef's Divine Body
Chapter 107 Innate Chef's Divine Body
Yun Yici appeared to be unconscious, but was actually fully conscious.
However, the Lingwei Seal is still gradually merging with her sea of consciousness, which is why she cannot wake up for the time being.
Fortunately, while she was unconscious, the system kept a constant eye on her surroundings, so it was no different from when she was awake.
Yun Yici said to the system, "I thought you existed in my sea of consciousness, so how come our conversation can avoid the sword spirits of the Lingwei Sect?"
The system said, "I am different from the sword spirit. If Lingwei has a weapon spirit, it might be able to hear our conversation."
"But these spirit swords are all stored in the Spirit Seal, which means they are in a space, and we speak outside this space, so we can't be heard."
The sword spirits, suddenly deprived of Shen Fengzhi's guidance, mostly surrounded Yun Yici in confusion upon her appearance, waiting for her instructions.
Yun Yici didn't have anything specific to instruct the sword spirits to do, so he could only appease them and let them do their own thing.
Their status at Lingwei Sect will remain the same from now on.
Yun Yici thought that the first thing she would do after she woke up was to go to sleep and find Shen Huaichuan to discuss the future development of Lingwei Sect.
The system seemed to have sensed Yun Yici's thoughts and said, "I have a bold idea."
Yun Yici said, "No, you don't want to."
She was afraid that the dog system would drastically modify and ruin the Lingwei Sect.
The system said, "Let me finish speaking first."
“We’re not two hundred years ahead of the plot, which means that the big shots in the book have only just started cultivating, and some of them, like the female lead, haven’t even been born yet.”
"Let's take the opportunity to recruit those with the best destiny as our disciples and create a sect entirely composed of those with the best destiny!"
"In this way, Lingwei Sect will definitely become the most powerful sect, and if you two have a master-disciple relationship, it's practically free goodwill."
The system was calculating its own gains and felt more and more that it was a good thing that they had landed two hundred years ahead of schedule.
What does it mean to be a teacher for a day and a father for life?
It's not an easy thing for a master to increase his apprentice's favorability.
The system didn't even need to test it; it knew that Ning Tinglan and the other two had a 100% positive impression of Wen Fuyue.
As long as Yun Yici takes the chosen one under his wing and teaches him well, acts fairly, and treats people kindly, he can definitely follow in Wen Fuyue's footsteps in the future.
Yun Yici refused without hesitation: "No, you don't want to."
System: "Aww, I really want to!! I want to be rich!! I want to roll around in the favorability rating!!"
Yun Yici explained, "We have changed the fate of several of my senior brothers in the original story, and fortunately, it is developing in a positive direction."
"But according to what you said, it would be too presumptuous of me to interfere in the karma of other people's destiny for my own selfish reasons."
"They have their own destiny and should have the right to choose their own future."
Shen Fengzhi had previously stated that one should not arbitrarily interfere in the cause and effect of others.
If she takes someone on as a disciple just because they are a person of destiny.
First, she was not sincere in accepting disciples, and felt ashamed towards her disciples and failed to live up to Wen Fuyue's teachings.
Secondly, she casually altered the fates of others, lacking any sense of reverence, and failed to live up to Shen Fengzhi's high expectations.
Fate is a very mysterious thing.
For example, the current situation in Muyunjian is a thousand times or a hundred times better than the predetermined future in the plot.
However, Yun Yici cannot guarantee that every chosen one will develop better than in the story.
In other words, don't interfere; it's their destiny to have a smooth life and become a big shot.
In order to make it easier for her to gain favor with others, she ruined the master-disciple relationship, the bond between fellow disciples, and many other possibilities that should have existed.
Yun Yici felt that she would be struck by lightning for doing this.
Anyway, she's pretty laid-back about favorability ratings. To put it bluntly, even if you're a spirit stone, there are still people who treat spirit stones like dirt.
When it comes to life, you should just do whatever makes you happy.
The system whimpered twice, and after a long pause, managed to say, "What if it's a lucky person who's having a really tough time? If someone's having a really tough time and no one else wants them, can we take them in and raise them?"
Yun Yici: No, do you think the person with the best luck is some little cat or dog?
Yun Yici knew that arguing with the system would be pointless, so he simply instructed the system to keep an eye on the outside movements.
She went to the outer pavilion of the Lingwei Sect to roughly review the classics that Shen Fengzhi had copied onto the wooden tablet.
The Lingwei Sect's treasured books are stored in a place collectively known as the Sword Pavilion, but it is further divided into the Inner Pavilion and the Outer Pavilion.
The inner cabinet is the true Sword Pavilion, containing everything compiled and written by generations of disciples of the Lingwei Sect, including sword manuals, sword techniques, and cultivation methods.
The outer section mainly consists of information collected by the disciples from different cultivation schools during their travels.
The vast collection of ancient texts is categorized into various types, including swordsmanship, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, alchemy, talismans, weaponry, medicine, poisons, and beast taming.
Yun Yici included every method of entering the Dao that he could think of, and even had a section called Miscellaneous Collection.
She picked up a book at random, and it turned out to be a complete cookbook written by a monk who had entered the Dao through cooking a thousand years ago!
Yun Yici read it with great interest.
The monk wrote at the beginning: "I was born into a family of alchemists. I entered the Dao through alchemy when I was young. I was able to refine an elixir when I was five years old. My parents tasted it and praised it as very delicious. From now on, I may be able to live a life of fasting and make a living with this elixir."
"Upon reaching adulthood, I made a vow and left home in anger, becoming a disciple of the Poison Immortal. After ten years of learning the art, all the poisons I concocted tasted delicious, which led to my expulsion from the sect."
"Because I was ashamed to return home, I wandered for a hundred years. Unexpectedly, one day I met a dying beggar in the human world. He kept thinking about the food his mother used to make when he was a child. I was moved and gave him some kindness. Unexpectedly, I accidentally entered the path of Taoism through this."
"However, cooking is ultimately a lowly and unworthy profession. I have never found a true friend in my life, so I am writing this book to leave it for future generations."
In other words, the cultivator who wrote the book was born into a family of alchemists and was able to refine pills at the age of five.
As a result, his parents praised the pills he had refined after eating them, saying that he could refine delicious fasting pills to support the family in the future.
In a fit of anger, he waited until he came of age and made a vow to make a name for himself. He then became an apprentice of a poison master and learned the art of poison.
Surprisingly, the poison he concocted was also incredibly delicious!
So his master felt that accepting this disciple was a disgrace to the family and expelled him from the sect.
Now that he's lost his sect, and having once boasted that he didn't want to go home, this cultivator is now wandering outside.
Until one day he came to the mortal world and met a beggar who was about to die. The beggar said that his last wish before he died was to eat a bite of the food his mother used to cook when he was a child.
The cultivator probably felt sorry for the beggar, so for the first time in his life, he didn't want to refine pills or poisons, but sincerely wanted to cook a meal for the beggar.
And then he! Entered! the! Path!
The cultivator wrote with a lot of regrets. He wanted to be a pill cultivator when he was young, and a poison doctor when he grew up. He never expected to become a chef in the end.
What follows is a record of the recipes he developed throughout his life. These recipes have the air of practicing both medicine and alchemy, with all kinds of effects and even the mutual generation and restraint of ingredients clearly marked.