Starting with Hyuga, traversing countless heavens

"That's right, but unfortunately, no matter how I try, I can't find a way to defeat Him."

"Actually, we don't need to defeat Him. He also wants freedom. Over the years, has His strength really improved a lot?"

“I see, He had ulterior motives. Come, eat your food, this is all from my disciple’s heart.”

"Okay, I'll try it. Not bad, it's interesting."

"drink wine."

"This wine is a bit lacking."

"This is a 30-year-old Jiujiang double-distilled liquor; I usually can't bear to drink it."

"Then, have a drink of my hundred-year-old monkey wine."

"Wow, good wine. What a pity, we won't be able to drink it again."

"The Master is being dishonest; he would have preferred to give some directly."

"Hahaha, thank you."

"System, copy."

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the sixth realm, the Boundless Realm, and the seventh realm, the Transcendent Realm. The Gentleman's Intent is Unbound. Do you wish to fuse them?]

"Fusion."

Somewhat generously, he copied it all at once to the seventh realm, along with the academy's secret teachings, for a gentleman does not concern himself with worldly desires.

"Master, how did Ning Que come to be?"

"Born of his mother."

"Master, you know that's not what I want to ask."

"I do not know."

"do not know?"

Hinata Hoshino looked at the Master with suspicion; this didn't seem true.

"Master, look at this dish, I put in a lot of effort."

Chen Pipi was carrying dishes when she looked up and saw Master Fu and Hinata Hoshino drinking.

"Master, who is this gentleman?"

"Him? He's my fellow Daoist."

"Thank you for your courtesy."

Hinata Hoshino smiled and bowed to Chen Pipi, who couldn't understand what she was doing, so he could only bow in return.

"This Taoist priest, I am honored."

Chen Pipi is mistaking him for a Taoist priest from the South Gate of Haotiandao. He grew up in Zhishouguan and is indeed a Taoist priest from Zhishouguan; he should know him.

"I don't believe in Haotian."

The Master smiled and stroked his long beard. “Pipi, he believes in the Three Pure Ones.”

"The Three Pure Ones?" Chen Pipi asked, puzzled. "What are the Three Pure Ones?" Master Fu and Hinata Hoshino laughed heartily.

"Master, your disciple's cooking is not bad, but it's still a little bit inferior to mine."

"Oh, really? Then I'll have to give it a good try."

"Hey chubby, can I borrow the kitchen?"

"Hey, I haven't agreed yet... Hey."

Hinata Hoshino walked into Chen Pipipi's kitchen on his own and saw a piece of beef.

"I remember that the Tang Dynasty didn't allow the killing of cattle?"

Although it is a fictional world, the Tang Kingdom is modeled after the Tang Dynasty, with its capital being Chang'an.

"The ox that committed suicide."

"Don't be like Cheng Yaojin. His oxen either crashed into trees or fell off cliffs. What's even more outrageous is that his mother died and committed suicide with him."

"what?"

"Don't worry about the details, do you have any fans?"

"Have."

"flour?"

"Have."

Hinata Hoshino finished the first dish, Golden Smile, and put the lid on.

Chen Pipi wanted to take it out, but Hinata Hoshino stopped her, saying, "There's one more dish, wait a minute."

The second dish is the magical Mapo Tofu with six flavors in one. Cover it with the lid.

"Okay, let's go out."

Chen Pipi Pi was distressed as he prepared each dish. Master Fu Zi recalled the fleeting glimpse of Ning Que when he arrived and silently covered his eyes with a layer of spiritual power.

Seeing the master's actions, Hyuga Hoshino found it somewhat amusing, a fellow enthusiast of amusement.

Chen Pipi lifted the lid, and a golden light shot straight into the sky. "My eyes, oh my, ho ho ho!"

Chen Pipi sniffed, lifted the lid of the next dish, and then there was another burst of intense golden light. Chen Pipi's face trembled. "Master, I need to rest for a while. My eyes hurt a little."

"Come on, have a taste."

"it is good."

The master picked up a golden-brown fried bun, squeezed it, and let out a strange laugh. Then, as if a chain reaction had started, all the buns began to make noise.

"That sound is a bit strange."

"I think so too, but it's quite scary. Why don't you send one to your disciples to try?"

"Hmm, good idea."

With a wave of his hand, the Master sent steamed buns flying everywhere. His twelve disciples received the buns in turn, but the Master deliberately did not send a telepathic message.

The eldest disciple, Li Manman, looked at the steamed bun with its strange laughter, poked it with a ladle, and, finding it fine, took a bite. His mouth was full of soup. "Delicious! Thank you, Master."

The second disciple, Jun Mo, instinctively slashed with his sword, then realized that this was the second floor of the academy. Who else but the Master could deliver a package so quietly?

He caught the steamed bun with his sword, and looking at the strangely grinning bun, Jun Mo remained silent for a moment before taking a bite. "Thank you, Master."

It means it's delicious, but I won't say it.

The third disciple, Yu Lian, was copying books in the old bookstore when he took a steamed bun from the back of his hand, took a bite, and the soup splashed all over the table.

"Click."

On the desk lay the papers she had copied, the fruits of her labor for the day. The brush was crushed in two, and she said through gritted teeth, "Thank you, Master."

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but you've got quite a playful side, Master."

"That's really interesting. Hahaha, let's drink, let's drink."

The fourth disciple is Fan Yue, a master of talismans; the fifth disciple is Song Lian, a chess master; the sixth disciple is a blacksmith; the seventh disciple is Mu You, a master of formations; the eighth disciple is Bei Gong Wei Yang; the ninth disciple is also known as a chess master along with Song Lian; the tenth disciple is Xi Men Bu Huo, who is a pair of music enthusiasts with the eighth disciple; the eleventh disciple is Wang Chi, who loves flowers and plants; and the twelfth disciple, Chen Pi Pi, who is nearby.

"My mountain and river plate! Thank you, Master."

"My chessboard! Thank you, Master." *2

"My sword! Thank you, Master."

"My flute! Thank you, Master."

"My zither! Thank you, Master."

"My flowers! Thank you, Master."

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Master and Hinata Hoshino laughed so hard they almost fell over. It was hilarious, so incredibly funny. Anyway, it was just a little prank; a little oil wouldn't cause any serious trouble.

"Master!" *9

Apart from Li Manman, Jun Mo, and Chen Pipipi, the other nine people all came over. They knelt on one knee to pay their respects.

Hinata Hoshino looked at the master and gestured with his eyes, "You handle this yourself. I'm just here to watch."

The master gave him a look, implying that watching the play together would make them accomplices, and asked him to lend a hand.

The two exchanged a wink, successfully drawing the attention of all nine people to Hinata Hoshino's presence.

But right now, we still need an answer: "Are the steamed buns delicious?"

"The natural deliciousness bestowed by the Master is only due to our carelessness in letting the oil splatter, damaging our beloved things. Please help us, Master."

The master scratched his head and said, "A wash will do the trick."

Yu Lian took out a sheet of Xuan paper soaked in grease, said nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

Hyuga Hoshino waved his hand, removing the grease and restoring the Xuan paper to its whiteness while preserving the writing.

"How about we deal with this together?"

“Master, that’s not fair of you. We’ll all enjoy the show together, but I’m cleaning up this mess all by myself.”

"Alas! I am powerless, unlike you, whose abilities are greater than the heavens."

Hinata Hoshino shook his head and helped them remove the grease. After this commotion, Hinata Hoshino lost his appetite for drinking.

"I'll go take a look around the old bookstore."

Hinata Hoshino left the back mountain with only one sentence and went to the old bookstore.

Ning Que slowly got up. He didn't feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, he felt full of energy. The dragon meat was still on the table, and there was a note under the wine bottle.

First and foremost, though in darkness, one treads upon the light.

Ning Que stared at the note, completely bewildered. What did it mean? The next moment, Sang Sang also woke up.

"Master."