Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 108 Boiling Fire with 3 Points of Oil

Upon hearing the dealer's words, Zhu Wuyao felt his right eyelid start to twitch. This description... could it be Song Kezi?

All disciples personally taught by Zhaixinglou should possess some skill.

After being told not to get a stiff neck when she looked up at the purple aura of the Star-Picking Tower last time, she guessed that Song Kezi's special nature was similar to a jinx.

It's unclear whether it leans towards making a prophecy or a curse that comes true.

I don't know where this sentence should be applied.

If the bookmaker loses money, it means that there are some unexpected participants who have become dark horses in this sect competition, such as yourself.

But what if it turns out to be a case of "running away with the money"...

Zhu Wuyao's heart skipped a beat, a sense of crisis rising within her. She looked at the dealer through the hood and asked:

"Can I get half of the spirit stones back?"

……

Zhu Wuyao was kicked out by the dealer, who told her to take the receipt and get out of there.

Headache.

She remembered the expectation and encouragement in Song Kezi's eyes when they met, and the seven spirit stones she had finally managed to find...

No wonder he's so poor; he's bet his spirit stones on himself.

Fortunately, Song Kezi acted aloof and didn't say a word today. If she were to send herself a blessing, something like—

"You absolutely mustn't lose!"

That would be a very bad situation.

She would have to bide her time for ten years, waiting until the spiritual herbs in her garden were ripe before venturing out to the Cultivation Conference...

Looking at it this way, Song Kezi seems to be someone who knows his own capabilities, which is why he deliberately acted aloof and didn't say anything when he met me.

It was really hard for him.

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Before the sect competition, Zhu Wuyao didn't forget to go to Beixuan City with Hua Yingting to visit the seniors of Huichun Hall.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard my mother-in-law say:

"Not looking down at people with your chin up today?"

"...Look at what you're saying, I only had a stiff neck last time."

Hua Yingting then suddenly realized what was going on and said:

"I was wondering the other day about the rumors that you were arrogant and disdainful of everyone. So that's what happened."

Although Zhu Wuyao was always busy with a lot of miscellaneous things, he didn't have much time to explore the Star-Picking Tower.

Ke Huayingting and Xu San'er are both accomplished individuals, and together they can be said to have influence in both the legal and illegal worlds.

Leaving aside Xu San'er, let's just talk about Huaying Station.

She was already quite capable and knowledgeable, and she also had a single wood-type spiritual root, making her somewhat famous among the Qi Refining disciples.

In addition, there are not many alchemists in the Star-Picking Tower, so Hua Yingting is even more sought after.

Whom I help refine pills for and how much I get paid depends entirely on my liking for them.

If someone doesn't like you, even if they bring a lot of spirit stones, they can forget about stepping into her alchemy room.

But she was so used to smiling and arguing that she hid her genuine dislike very well, like a gentle spring breeze pushing people away.

The door was closed, but the person outside hadn't realized that they were truly being disliked.

I thought it was just a wild flower reflecting its image in the lake, being startled and abruptly acting out.

I hope you can see this clearly without being invited.

Hua Yingting earned a lot of silver and spirit stones, her cultivation level didn't suffer, and her reputation was quite good, yet she wasn't bullied in the slightest.

She took good care of herself.

After school ended, as he turned into the corridor, he heard someone boasting that Hua Yingting had a secret crush on him and that she always responded to his requests when he refined elixirs.

Zhu Wuyao turned to look at her and saw the hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Then I heard that a fellow disciple had asked Hua Yingting to refine pills, but used too many precious spiritual herbs and couldn't pay in the end. He had to pay with his personal spiritual jade in front of everyone.

He was utterly humiliated and too ashamed to step into Hua Yingting's alchemy room again.

That pill was just a useless Dream-Clearing Pill.

Zhu Wuyao thought that if it weren't for the fact that they were fellow disciples and the rules of the sect, Hua Yingting probably would have used more than just these methods.

Perhaps that Qingmeng Pill will eventually become a Soul-Locking Pill or a Pill that prevents one from having children.

She made an appointment with me last time by asking me to "help her select medicinal herbs," and Hua Yingting was willing to help. Since that's the case, it must be fate.

Sure enough, as soon as Hua Yingting entered the room and glanced at the furnishings, she saw the book in the hands of Granny Chunhuitang.

"This is... the Chronicle of the Origin of the Stream!"

Hua Yingting immediately moved closer to the table, but her mother-in-law turned away, refusing to even glance at her.

She huddled pitifully in front of the table, practically wagging her tail.

This scene... Zhu Wuyao put her hand to her forehead. If she didn't still have some sense of propriety, she really wanted to say something to this old woman—

"Please let her take a look..."

"Grandma, do you like this book?"

Hua Yingting walked around it, but her mother-in-law turned to the other side and said, "It doesn't look good."

"Ah! Is this a night-blooming cereus?"

The old woman glanced at the hay on the table and said, "No, this is foxtail grass."

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment when he saw Huaying stop moving, and he was very satisfied.

Finally, someone understands how I feel!

Unexpectedly, Hua Ying paused for a moment and then continued, "Grandma, can foxtail grass be preserved like this? I heard that once it loses moisture, its medicinal properties are greatly diminished, and it can no longer be used for alchemy."

Goodness, so it's taken the foxtail grass for granted.

Where is your pride and self-respect?!

The mother-in-law looked up, glanced at her, then looked down again and said, "I use it for stir-frying."

"Really? Grandma, you are so knowledgeable! You can even use foxtail grass to cook? Can you tell me what ingredients, seasonings, and cooking time are needed? I also like to eat foxtail grass, and I'd like to try it with the alchemy furnace next time."

Zhu Wuyao found it rather strange. How did Hua Yingting realize that this old woman was no ordinary person?

Based solely on that book, "The Grassland Collection"?

She'd watched over two hundred episodes of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, but she'd never heard of a grassland episode.

The mother-in-law slammed the book shut and said:

"Use three parts oil to boil over a fire, two ounces each of ginger and garlic, and small sections of scallion with the leaves removed, without using a drop of water."

"You wanted to try it, so why don't you give it a shot using this recipe?"

Hua Yingting's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly, asking, "May I exchange cooking skills with you in the future?"

Heaven knows, the Star-Picking Tower has a vast collection of books and excellent instructors, but it lacks only highly skilled alchemists.

Before entering the Star-Picking Tower, she had heard rumors that there was a secret manual there that alchemists would flock to, and that one could learn the most profound alchemy techniques.

Hua Yingting always loved to sneak into the library, just to find this secret manual.

She knew what the lily with its split stamens was, and because of its shape, it was jokingly called garlic. She also knew what the other ingredients, like scallions and ginger, were.

The only things that remain unclear are "three parts oil for boiling fire" and "not a drop of water".

The mother-in-law didn't reply to that question; instead, she looked at Zhu Wuyao and said:

"If you bring any more people to disturb my peace, you can forget about having any peace at all."

Zhu Wuyao chuckled twice and said:

"Mother-in-law, you two chat first. I'll go buy you two pounds of oranges. Next time I come over, I'll bring you a gift with me."