Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 177 Zhang Zhenren, who dreams of becoming a chef

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the obedient-looking Jin Ping'er, but couldn't help but chuckle.

Jin Ping'er's words are interesting. Wanrenwang intends to have the Hehuan Sect send someone to use his beauty to seduce him, and the Three Wonders Fairy has the same intention.

However, their purposes are probably different. Wanrenwang probably wants to make him fall into demonic possession, destroy his Dao heart, and make him no longer hinder his grand plan.

As for Fairy Sanmiao, perhaps she realized the danger of Wanrenwang and therefore wanted to surrender?

In that battle ten years ago, the Demonic Sect suffered heavy losses among its high-ranking members. The Poison God was killed on the spot, and Yu Yangzi was seriously injured. This allowed Wan Renwang to take control of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and half of the Longevity Hall, and then unify the Demonic Sect.

However, it also has a significant side effect: everyone in the Demonic Sect is living in fear, and everyone is worried that the Qingyun Sect will one day arrive and wipe out the Demonic Sect completely.

In addition, there's Dao Xuan Zhenren's strength, Zhang Xiaofan's rapidly improving cultivation, Lu Xueqi who is now equally renowned, and the senior elders of Qingyun Sect.

For the past ten years, most of the disciples of Qingyun Sect have been young and experienced, while the older generation of masters have almost all stepped down to give opportunities to the younger disciples.

However, this does not mean that the older generation of masters of Qingyun Sect have passed away.

On the contrary, in the great battle between good and evil ten years ago, the older generation of Qingyun Sect did not suffer any losses. The greatest loss for the righteous path was the price that Master Puhong paid for killing the Poison God by losing his arm.

Moreover, the battle ten years ago made the Demonic Sect realize the terrifying strength of the Azure Cloud Sect, with more than twenty elders and a group of chief disciples, totaling more than thirty cultivators at the Upper Clarity Realm.

Even more remarkably, the younger generation of disciples in the Qingyun Sect has produced quite a few cultivators at the Shangqing Realm. Such a large number of Shangqing Realm cultivators is something the Demonic Sect cannot handle.

Therefore, over the years, Wanrenwang has kept a close eye on those demonic masters of the Demonic Sect who are comparable to those in the Shangqing Realm, because the loss of each one means that the Demonic Sect is becoming increasingly weak.

Fairy Sanmiao was naturally aware of this, but Wanrenwang's increasingly crazy personality over the years made her uneasy, which is why she took the opportunity to send Jin Ping'er to show goodwill.

After all, Jin Ping'er was a disciple personally taught by the Fairy of Three Wonders, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was practically a daughter to her. Naturally, she would understand Jin Ping'er's personality.

After glancing at Jin Ping'er, Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything more, but turned and walked towards the kitchen in the courtyard.

Just as Zhang Xiaofan stepped into the kitchen, intending to gather the ingredients and prepare to cook, he felt his vision darken. He turned around and saw Jin Ping'er standing at the kitchen doorway, blocking most of the already dim light.

With a slight frown, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Jin Ping'er with considerable displeasure and said coldly.

What are you doing here?

"Since the real person is cooking for me, I can't just sit idly by. That's why I'm here to help him start the fire."

Jin Ping'er looked pitiful and spoke softly.

But Zhang Xiaofan's expression didn't change at all. He simply waved his hand and said in a cold voice.

"Don't block the light."

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er immediately said "Oh," and then obediently moved aside and walked to the stove.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Jin Ping'er, lightly kicked the firewood beside him, and spoke indifferently.

"Start a fire." Jin Ping'er blinked, and seeing that Zhang Xiaofan really intended for her to start a fire, she felt a slight bitterness in her heart. Since she entered the sect, she had always been taken care of by her master, Fairy Sanmiao.

Furthermore, her master worried that some fellow disciples might covet her extremely yin constitution and plot against her. Before she gained sufficient strength, he forbade male disciples from seeing her, and she was always cared for by her fellow disciples. How could she possibly be angry like that?

Faced with Zhang Xiaofan's gaze, Jin Ping'er remembered her master's instructions before she left, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and put the firewood into the stove, then prepared to light it with a tinderbox.

After trying for a long time, Jin Ping'er still couldn't get the fire going, and she couldn't help but look a little dejected. Zhang Xiaofan chuckled when he saw this, which made Jin Ping'er even more embarrassed and annoyed.

Before Jin Ping'er could speak, Zhang Xiaofan walked over, picked up some withered leaves and pine needles from the ground, placed them at the stove opening, pinched his fingers together, and a thin flame flew out, landing on the withered leaves and pine needles and instantly igniting them.

Zhang Xiaofan picked up the fire tongs and skillfully placed the burning dry leaves and pine needles into the stove. He then picked up some small dry branches and put them in as well.

Jin Ping'er stared blankly at Zhang Xiaofan, who was doing these things skillfully and earnestly.

Who would have thought that the world-renowned Master Zhang would be so familiar with the arduous and dirty work of cooking?

Seemingly noticing Jin Ping'er's gaze, Zhang Xiaofan turned to look at her and said softly.

"What, can't cultivators cook?"

Who would have thought that the little boy from the mountain village back then actually only wanted to be a cook?

"No, that's not it. As for not expecting that a mere demoness from the Demonic Sect would be able to eat a meal personally prepared by Master Zhang."

After Jin Ping'er woke up, her bright eyes flickered slightly, and she said with a charming smile.

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Jin Ping'er for a few moments before returning to the rice bin. As he measured the rice, he spoke softly.

“That’s not difficult. As long as you come with me to Qingyun, I will come down the mountain to cook for you every year during the busy farming season in Heyang City.”

Jin Ping'er was stunned for a moment, then she understood the meaning behind Zhang Xiaofan's words. She was so angry that she gave Zhang Xiaofan a charming eye roll. However, the person in front of her was still oblivious to her feelings.

Jin Ping'er naturally knew what Zhang Xiaofan was talking about. For the past ten years, Zhou Yin and others would go down the mountain to help the people farm during the busy farming season.

This is why the Qingyun Sect, and many other righteous sects, have gained increasing prestige. Under Zhang Xiaofan's leadership, these righteous sects truly lead their disciples to help the people.

Of course, Zhou Yin and the others didn't need to bring their own food while they were working. However, Jin Ping'er didn't expect that Zhang Xiaofan would personally cook all those dishes.

"It seems that your Hehuan Sect's intelligence is not very good either."

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Jin Ping'er rolled her eyes again and muttered softly.

"Where do you think that is? That's Heyang City, at the foot of your Qingyun Sect's mountain. If a strange cultivator shows his face, he'll be stared at by the locals."

The Qingyun Sect has done so much for the people, who respect the sect and regard Qingyun Mountain as a sacred mountain. Whenever a strange cultivator appears, the people treat him like a thief.

It can be said that the entire area surrounding Qingyun Sect forms a defensive line outside Qingyun Sect, making it difficult for the Demonic Sect to even get close.

(End of this chapter)