The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 22 Hi, Let’s Have Dinner Together

Being assimilated by this world and forgetting oneself, this is the thing she fears the most!

Therefore, she is willing to help Changtian retrieve his True Body, fighting tooth and nail for a chance to return to her holand. If she fails, she has no regrets.

At this mont, she heard Changtian coldly say, "Crying over a little grievance, you sure make an outstanding master of the God Demon Prison!"

So he understood her ntal State, understood her grievances!

"You're right!" Ning Xiaoxian wiped her tears with the back of her hand and broke into a smile, "There really wasn't anything worth crying over to begin with!"

Yesterday's myriad affairs are like death of the past; today's myriad affairs are like birth of the present. Yesterday she was still worried about whether her wounded tiger plan could be smoothly implented, but today she had already taken the first step on the path of Cultivation. So what if she's a mortal, or that she used so tricks? She's achieved what many Cultivators cannot. Now she can, and in the future, she can too. Changtian is right, the road to Cultivation is full of hardships; one must strive when it's ti to strive and leave it to luck when it's ti to. Consider the protagonist is bound to have a halo of luck, right?

She washed her face and put the thought aside. Now, the fragrance of rice wafted from the pot. It's ready!

Upon lifting the lid, she was astonished. The pale green grains of rice were plump and fresh, as clear as jade, with an exotic fragrance hitting her nose, even more appealing than the Cloud Fragrant Rice carefully selected by the Chi Xiao Sect.

The tiger at in the stear was probably tender by now as well.

She took down the clay pot, quickly stir-fried a plate of asparagus, added a bit of minced smoked bacon, and made a little slurry with cornstarch for the sauce. As a Huaxia person, a al wouldn't be complete without greens. July's asparagus is very green and tender, picking the finest stems to stir-fry, the texture is fresh and crisp, very refreshing.

She took out a large tray, added seasoning to the longan stewed tiger at, separated it into two portions along with the stir-fried asparagus, then served two bowls of rice, placed two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, and two soup spoons.

The next mont, she was standing at the very bottom of the God Demon Prison.

Changtian was originally closing his eyes, but when he saw her carrying the tray in, he couldn't help but frown, "Why not eat outside and instead co here?"

"I'm delivering prison food to you!" She said with a chuckle.

He closed his eyes again: "I have no need for food, you may eat by yourself."

"Beast at contains Spiritual Power too, which should be beneficial to you, right?" She persisted in convincing him.

"Hmph, it's just a drop in the bucket." The demonic power of ten Fierce Beasts wasn't even enough for his daily consumption, so how much effect could this little bowl of soup have?

"It's better than nothing," Ning Xiaoxian cheekily said, "I hate eating alone, soone must keep company. Just pretend you are being magnanimous, okay?" The tray in her hands was really heavy; could he please hurry up?

However, he was sitting right in the middle of the Demon Transformation Spring, so where should she place these dishes?

As if he saw her dilemma, Changtian raised an eyebrow and waved his hand; a small stone table floated over from the distance, landing perfectly on the red line on the ground.

"Set it down." His expression was still indifferent, but his actions had already given silent consent.

She arranged the food on it, and the stone table obediently landed in front of him, perfectly straddling over the Demon Transformation Spring.

He picked up the bamboo chopsticks and carefully chewed a mouthful of the tiger at. The sight of a handso man eating, indeed, was exceptionally elegant! In another man, this might have been taken as arrogance.

"How is it, how is it?" Ning Xiaoxian widened her eyes, expecting a fair appraisal from him. This was their first al together. Subtly, she was quite nervous, a feeling she never had even when organizing vegetarian feasts at the Chi Xiao Sect.

He looked up at her, and saw her eyes full of longing, almost like a little dog waiting for its owner's praise, if only she had a tail wagging behind her.

"Shang Ke."

Indeed, a typical Lord Changtian-style comnt.

She happily sat cross-legged and began to tuck into her al. Since he uttered those two words, it ant the food was quite good, very much to his taste! How strange, he was the Artifact Spirit here, so she should be his master, yet why did she feel especially happy seeing him satisfied eating?

This rice is truly fragrant and soft! The Fierce Beast at isn't bad either. Despite the spirit beast's daunting size, its at is tender, making one unable to stop lifting the chopsticks. Food infused with Spiritual Power is truly different, a few bites and a warm current begins to flow through the limbs, providing a very comfortable feeling.

After preparing dinner at the Chi Xiao Sect, she returned to the God Demon Prison to plant Cloud Fragrant Rice, then ca back to cook the tiger at. She had been hungry for quite so ti now, her eating manners certainly not as elegant as others, yet oddly enough, Lord Changtian ate just as quickly.

Alas, she wanted to observe the ladylike rule of "no talking while eating," but being so quiet during a al simply wasn't her habit!

"Lord Changtian, did you say you don't normally need to eat? Why is that?" A few mouthfuls of rice first eased her hunger, but she indeed still felt like talking.

"Humans, after reaching the Golden Core Stage, gradually eat less; upon entering the Nascent Soul Stage, they can subsist on mist and dew, foregoing mortal food. Moreover, this body of mine is an External Body."

"Such a pity, the Mortal World has so many delicacies. Won't one miss out on good food after cultivation?" She expressed her regret, worried that she would gradually lose interest in eating once she started cultivating. Sigh, it was one of her great joys after all.

"If you insist on eating, no one can stop you." That girl really is quite the foodie, but the taste of the dishes she prepares is indeed unique.

"After so many years, does your True Body still exist?" She knew his true form was a very large snake, "What sustains it?"

"It naturally exists. As long as my Primordial Spirit is in this External Body, the True Body is like a leather bag puppet, having form but no consciousness." It was ti again for Lord Changtian's lesson on cultivation, "Before being sealed in the God Demon Prison, I had already ascended to Divine Beast status. My true form also does not need to eat; it rely absorbs nature's spiritual energy, which is why it can hibernate for a long ti within the depths of Nan Zhanbu Continent."

He didn't tell her that if his true form needed to feed, the life of the entire Nan Zhanbu Continent wouldn't be enough to satisfy its hunger for long.

The night deepened, and drowsiness began to set in. Yawning in front of a handso guy was too embarrassing, so Ning Xiaoxian hurriedly finished her al, cleaned up the dishes, and left the God Demon Prison.

Going to sleep right after a al can lead to weight gain, she reminded herself.

But Zhou Gong insisted on playing chess with her; the mont she returned to her little room, a heavy sleepiness attacked her.

The last action Ning Xiaoxian made was to struggle onto her bed, and then, she fell into a deep sleep.

Lord Changtian sat in the boundless darkness, still awake.

How long ago was it when he last ate mortal food, thirty thousand years, or even longer? He no longer rembered. For him, eating was a habit he discarded a very long ti ago. As a Divine Beast, he didn't like to dine and feast hypocritically with other immortals.

On reflection, Ning Xiaoxian was actually the first person to ever cook for him.

Mortals are incomprehensible, he thought.

The night should be calm, and so he closed his eyes to rest his Divine Sense.