Master of the Xuanyin Sect of Mount Shu

Chapter 53 Living Like a Human Being

Mount Wutai has a total of five main peaks. The Hunyuan Cave of Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch and the Maha Cave of Sikong Zhan are both located on Yedou Peak of the North Peak.

The sect's main buildings are concentrated on the central Cuiyan Peak, and they usually welcome guests at the southern Jinxiu Peak. However, Xu Feiniang and Tuotuo welcomed Guan Minghui to the remote and less crowded western Guayue Peak.

Guan Minghui believed that the Wutai faction would definitely give him a warm welcome.

To everyone's surprise, neither the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor nor Sikong Zhan appeared from beginning to end. Tuotuo stayed for a while and then took his leave, leaving only Xu Feiniang to have a large table of dishes prepared to entertain him.

Lin Rui was the only person accompanying them at the banquet, which was rather cold and disrespectful.

Does this mean they think I'm not capable enough and don't take me seriously?
Searching through Gu Chen's memories, it was clear that he had never had any dealings with the Wutai Sect. Could it be that they had never met Gu Chen before, and all they had heard about were stories of Gu Chen being defeated and driven away by Changmei Zhenren, Jile Zhenren, and the two elders of the Great Wilderness?

Later, Gu Chen was killed by the Seven Swords of the Long-Browed Immortal, which shattered his cultivation. Now, he has been resurrected and crawled out of the ground again. His strength has plummeted to a low point, so he looks down on him and even despises him.

Shall we have a little demonstration?
Although I have only cultivated back to the Golden Core stage, if it really comes down to a fight, apart from the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor and Sikong Zhan, I would have a good chance of winning against Xu Feiniang, since she doesn't have a Storage Ring!
Is it possible that they're trying to renege on the Azure Mirage Bottle and don't want to give it to me?

Guan Minghui felt that the second possibility was more likely. After all, the Azure Mirage Bottle was also a rare treasure from the Heavenly Palace, with endless uses. It was normal for the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor to be reluctant to part with it.

But after all, he was a grandmaster, and to keep such a treasure would be too short-sighted.

Guan Minghui thought about it and realized that he mainly wanted to use this place to take refuge from disaster, so the kind of hospitality he received was not important. He decided to stay first and then figure out what to do next.

After the meal, Xu Feiniang arranged for him to stay in a courtyard on a remote mountaintop, assigned a young Taoist priest to serve him, and then left.

Guan Minghui was happy to have some peace and quiet. He first showed off more than thirty dishes at the banquet, and then in the afternoon he asked for a large wooden tub and jumped in to soak until dark.

He came out and begged the young Taoist for food again: "Make me a hundred dishes, no, two hundred dishes, stir-fry, braise, stew, and simmer—I want them all! Cooked, not raw!"

He was somewhat dissatisfied with the Wutai Sect's neglect, and having been holed up in the cave for over twenty years without ever having a proper meal, he was eager to have a good meal.

The young Taoist priest said with a bitter face, "Many of the immortals on the mountain have abstained from grains, and although there are kitchens in various places that can prepare some feasts, it is probably difficult to make two hundred dishes..."

Guan Minghui felt that since the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor had obtained the Three Yang One Qi Sword, even a thousand dishes per meal were nothing compared to it.

So he insisted that the young Taoist boy prepare the dishes for him: "I want two hundred dishes! Go find Xu Feiniang, go find your Hunyuan Ancestor, or I'll go to them myself!"

The young Taoist then went to find Xu Feiniang, but given his status, he could not easily meet her. He first reported to Lin Yuan, the Taoist priest of Xuandu, the head of the West Peak.

Lin Yuan was playing chess with the Banana-Robed Taoist. Before he could say anything after hearing this, the Banana-Robed Taoist chuckled: "This famous Xuan Yin Sect Master has come back from the dead. Could it be that he has been reincarnated as a starving ghost? He has to eat so much."

Lin Yuan was handsome with delicate features, a feminine appearance, dressed in white, with long hair flowing down his shoulders. He held a chess piece with a slight frown, and spoke softly: "What do you think Master really means? Just leaving him here on West Peak to dry up?"

The Taoist in the banana-cloth robe said, "Don't you know what kind of reputation Gu Chen has? My Wutai Sect is a respectable and upright immortal sect. If we get involved with him, won't our fellow practitioners say that we have become heretics?"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and placed his hand on the board: "But after all, he has great magical power. For more than a thousand years, he has fought fiercely with Changmei Zhenren and Jile Zhenren. Even my master once praised him. Although he was later defeated and his cultivation was reduced, I don't know how much of his full magical power he can still retain. Now that we are gradually becoming enemies with the Emei Sect, if he is willing to help, it will undoubtedly be a great help."

The Taoist in the banana-clothed robe stroked his beard: "Master only praised his supernatural powers, but he didn't think much of his actions. Xuan Yin gathering beasts, Xuan Yin gathering beasts, hehe, the stuff of evil heretics."

My master once obtained a Taoist book containing many such spells. I heard from my eldest brother that he had the opportunity to flip through a few pages, including a method for refining the Six-Six True Essence Gourd. It required killing thirty-six promising young boys and girls, extracting their souls to refine the treasure. Besides this, there were many other astonishing techniques. In my estimation, if my master were to master that Taoist book…

Its power is by no means inferior to Gu Chen's Profound Yin Technique, yet Master not only doesn't practice it himself, but also doesn't pass it on to us. Master's intentions and aspirations are evident; it's only natural that we don't see Gu Chen.

"If you disdain associating with demons, you should just keep him out. Why have Senior Brother and Junior Sister Xu welcome him in?" Lin Yuan said worriedly. "That fellow is ruthless and has a violent temper. If he gets angry in the mountains, wouldn't that be like opening the door to a thief and letting a wolf into the house?"

“Alas,” said the Taoist in the banana robe. “As far as I know, the Three Yang One Qi Sword and the Azure Mirage Treasure Bottle that Master recently took us to the Qinling Mountains to obtain were obtained through information provided by Gu Chen, who sent Junior Brother Lin Rui to deliver the message. We owe them a favor, so we cannot be too impolite.”

"So that's how it is." Lin Yuan thought about all this while considering where to place the chess pieces. Suddenly, he noticed the young Taoist priest still waiting anxiously beside him, looking troubled. He waved his hand.

"Whatever he wants to eat, just have someone make it for him. If you can't make two hundred dishes at once, make twenty and send them over for him to eat. Serve them as he pleases! These are all minor matters, just do as he pleases."

Although the master was unwilling to pay attention to him, he had to try his best to meet his needs for food and drink, so that people wouldn't say that the Wutai Sect was stingy, letting guests go hungry and not have enough to eat.

The Banana-Clad Taoist laughed and said, "Not bad, not bad. Even if he eats a thousand sheep a day, it's not worth it. In the future, we should spread the word that Gu Chen is a good-for-nothing, and not let people say that our Wutai Sect is stingy."

With the two officials in charge giving the order, the young Taoist immediately went to various kitchens and hurriedly prepared all sorts of delicacies, delivering them to Guan Minghui in a continuous stream.

Guan Minghui didn't feel hungry; he just enjoyed the feeling of eating.

Besides not having eaten a proper meal in over twenty years, his senses, such as taste and smell, were also different after he became a demon corpse.

He experienced the loss of his five senses and then gradually recovered.

Later, he used the Six Yang Bone-Changing Elixir and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir to harmonize Kan and Li, and refine his form and spirit, and he was restored to being like a human again, but he was still different from a normal human.

His five senses are now more acute than those of ordinary people, especially his sense of smell and taste. He can taste all kinds of flavors, such as bitter, spicy, sour, sweet and salty, more than ten times stronger than ordinary people.

He ate fifty-six bowls of various dishes in one go, and then he asked the young Taoist to tell the kitchen that this should be less salty and this should be spicier, otherwise it wouldn't be spicy enough.

The young Taoist priest relayed the message dozens of times, but dared not complain to his face, and could only grumble inwardly.

After eating and drinking until late at night, Guan Minghui finally had his fill. He especially liked this feeling of not being full no matter how much he ate, nor gaining weight, and not getting drunk even after drinking alcohol. He drank thirty jars of various fine wines without even using his internal energy to digest them, and still only felt a little dizzy, in a slightly tipsy state.

Finally, he took another bath, went to bed, wrapped himself in three layers of blankets, rolled around a few times, and found the most comfortable position to sleep.

Finally, I can live like a normal person again!
Being comfortable is not a sin!

He was satisfied and fell asleep.

Although he was asleep, he was still awake, in a state similar to lucid dreaming. In the dream, he could still perceive everything around him, and he even heard two young Taoist priests whispering about him in the side room. Although they didn't say anything nice, it was quite interesting to listen to.

When he woke up the next morning, he stopped eating. The sensory stimulation of the five flavors was just that—sensory.

He sent the man away, took out his many treasures, examined them one by one, and devised a plan for how to refine them.

(End of this chapter)