Southwest Territory

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver ingot appeared in his hand.

Shen Leyan weighed it and found it was about ten taels. He put the silver back on the table: “We agreed to treat Sect Master Lu to a free meal. I won’t charge you this time, but Sect Master Lu should come more often to take care of the business in the future – it would be even better if we could get the elders of the sect to patronize the restaurant more often.”

Those elders have high cultivation and have lived for a long time. They must have saved a lot of private money. It would be a waste not to rip them off.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted at the kitchen of the restaurant.

“Someone come! Serve the good wine and food to the No. 1 private room -“

The hotpot soup base and various dishes were quickly served. Shen Leyan saw that the dishes were ready and quietly prepared to slip out of the private room.

Before he took two steps, he heard Lu Yuanyi calling him.

 “The restaurant is busy so you probably haven’t had lunch yet. Come and sit down.”

Shen Leyan laughed dryly: “I won’t…”

“How is the practice of “Qingying Xuan Jue” going?”

Shen Leyan’s mind was tangled into a knot, but his body reacted before his consciousness. He sat down on the chair next to Lu Yuanyi.

“If the practice of “Qingying Xuan Jue” is 100 points, I am about… 1 point now.”

He has no foundation and has to cultivate spiritual power from scratch.

Lu Yuanyi’s eyes were slightly raised. His voice was cold with a little bit of a mischievous tone: “You are modest.”

“… I know myself.”

He has read too many immortal cultivation novels, and knows that compared to those spells that can easily cause nine-layer thunder and move mountains and seas, he is not even a small insect.

When the immortals and demons fought, countless cultivators with profound spiritual power died quietly in the war between tens of thousands of people and demons. 

He would not be complacent and dream of being invincible just because he got a good martial arts book and practiced spiritual power for a few days.

Lu Yuanyi seemed to just ask him casually and quickly changed the subject.

“I remember you said before that you were an orphan and were taken in by Yunxi Sect when you were twelve years old… Do you still remember your birth date?”

Shen Leyan became a little alert. Things like birth dates could not be given casually in ancient times, especially in the world of immortal cultivation.

The body he transmigrated into should have been born on the same month, day and hour as him.

[Lu Yuanyi suddenly asked about my birth date. Could it be that I have some special characteristics, such as an extremely yin or yang body, suitable for being a furnace for dual cultivation? !  ◝₍ᴑ̑ДO͝₎◞]

“… Reading too many storybooks is not a good thing.” Lu Yuanyi said lightly without any beginning or end, and then continued in a low voice, “It was Elder Xuanji of Jiuxing Pavilion who said that you might have a connection with the art of divination, so he asked you about your horoscope.”

Jiuxing Pavilion? Is it the place where Senior Brother Zheng flew back to his room on a sword and saw strange phenomena in the sky that day?

Shen Leyan breathed a sigh of relief and reported his birth date and horoscope.

Then he watched curiously as Lu Yuanyi used his spiritual power to arrange a complex horoscope on the table. The twinkling stars on it were linked together by extremely fine silk threads, which looked more dense and complicated than a spider web.

[Is this what the ancients called… fortune-telling? I don’t know if I am destined to get rich, and whether I can make money and live a peaceful life.  ]

[As for marriage, I really haven’t thought about what kind of person I want to be with. Why don’t I ask Sect Master Lu when I will get married, and whether the person I want to marry is lively or quiet, and whether there will be children or not——]

Before he could figure out how to ask, the horoscope on the table suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the streamer on it struggled to flicker a few times. Suddenly, it broke into powder, leaving only scattered crystal snowflakes floating in the air.

Lu Yuanyi’s eyebrows twisted slightly.

Shen Leyan saw with his sharp eyes that there was a blood mark on the fingertips of the other party who had just placed the horoscope. The blood beads condensed, which was particularly eye-catching on the slender jade-like hands.

[What should I say now? Comfort Lu Yuanyi that the failure of fortune-telling is not a big deal. After all, he is a sword cultivator and he does not specialize in divination. It is normal to fail? ]

[It doesn’t seem very polite to say that. How about pretending that I didn’t see it? ]

Shen Leyan turned his face away stiffly and with poor acting skills, stretched out his chopsticks to scoop out a piece of monster meat from the boiling hot pot, and quickly put it into his bowl to eat.

“Hmm… delicious. Master Lu, don’t just stand there, eat!”

A little spiritual power flowed through the scar on Lu Yuanyi’s fingertips, and it soon recovered as before.

The other party stared at him with deep eyes, and after a moment, he looked away and held the chopsticks.

 Shen Leyan racked his brains to ease the atmosphere: “Master Lu, why didn’t Senior Brother Zheng come today?”

At first, he thought that Zheng Ziheng also stayed in Mingchan Pavilion to participate in the discussion, so he had no time to come, but now…

Lu Yuanyi: “Although the matter has been discussed, there are still some details to be arranged, and Ziheng stayed to deal with it.”

[Translated, isn’t it that you came here to eat delicious food first, and let Senior Brother Zheng stay in Mingchan Pavilion to work for you? ! You don’t feel embarrassed to say this…]

Shen Leyan secretly complained, whispered “Oh”, and planned to save some ingredients to entertain Senior Brother Zheng later.

“You don’t have to think about saving food for Ziheng. He will leave Mingchan Pavilion this afternoon and go to the southwest to do something.”

The map of this world is divided into nine realms. The southwest climate is hot and humid, and it often rains, and there are vast forests and swamps. It is said that many cultivators there are good at witchcraft and poison.

 He didn’t have time to think about why Lu Yuanyi could guess what he was thinking, so he asked.

“Shouldn’t the demons in the southwest be dealt with by the sect there? Why Yunxi Sect…”

“We’re not going to kill demons, but there are some precious herbs that can only be found in the forests in the southwest.”

So they were going to collect herbs.

Shen Leyan nodded, and his mind became active.

The climate in the southwest should be similar to that in Yunnan, China, where many fungi grow. In ancient times, transportation was not as convenient as it is today, and even if a cultivator flew a sword to the southwest, it would take a long time.

The Yunxi Sect is located in the north, and many people probably haven’t tasted the specialties in the southwest. If we go there to collect some dried wild mushrooms, and then hunt a few monsters unique to the southwest to make food, it will definitely attract many disciples to come and try it.

The price can be higher at that time. For example, among today’s guests, there are several local tyrants who spend a lot of money and spend hundreds of taels on a table of food. They can sell ​​them at a higher price then!

“Sect Master Lu, when will Senior Brother Zheng leave this afternoon? Can I go with him…”

He hadn’t looked around yet, so he took this opportunity to see the local customs and practices of other places. He might find a place he likes and move there to retire in the future.