The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

"The sect to which Ziwei Tianzun belongs is called Beichen Immortal Sect. According to the records, Beichen Immortal Sect has a total of 272 disciples."

Yang Wanqing was flipping through a shelf on the other side when he heard the number and turned around: "Two hundred and seventy-two? A sect only has a little over two hundred people?"

"It is the sect with the most disciples in the Thirty-Three Heavens."

Yang Wanqing was taken aback.

The live stream audience was stunned.

"The highest number was only 272?"

"Thirty-three heavens! Jupiter! That's equivalent to 1321 Earth planets, and there are only this many people?"

"Didn't they say there were seven sects taking turns? If each sect only has two or three hundred people... then the entire Thirty-Three Heavens only has one or two thousand cultivators in total?"

"Elite education taken to its extreme is..."

"I'm on the Intercepting Sect's side this time. The Thirty-Three Heavens can accommodate more people, so why create an elite monopoly?"

"Don't forget, the core issue is spiritual energy. The total amount of spiritual energy in the Thirty-Three Heavens is limited; with more people, each person gets less."

"So the cause of the ancient war is quite clear: the spiritual energy of the Nine Provinces was cut off, but the Thirty-Three Heavens still had spiritual energy."

"These sects in the Thirty-Three Heavens are equivalent to the elite class. The Jie Sect has risen up in rebellion, wanting to share the resources."

The number of likes for this comment skyrocketed after it was posted.

Chen Siyao glanced at the comments but did not respond.

Let the audience debate. Her job is to gather information.

"Let's go see the side hall."

The side halls of the Ziwei Star Palace are located in the middle and rear courtyards. There are seven or eight in total, but most of them have their doors and windows tightly closed, so they cannot be seen from the outside.

Chen Siyao walked past each building one by one, looking at the signs at the entrances.

Most of the side halls only have numbers and no names—like "Room A" or "Room B".

I opened the doors and looked at two rooms. They had a standard living layout, with a bedroom, a study, and a small practice area.

But there weren't any noteworthy items left behind.

"These must be the residences of the management personnel sent by the Beichen Immortal Sect to the Jade Void Sacred Hall," Chen Siyao judged.

The fifth side hall is different.

There's a nameplate hanging at the entrance; it's not a number, it's a name.

"Tianpeng Residence".

Yang Wanqing was walking behind when he saw those three words and jumped up.

"Tianpeng?! Marshal Tianpeng?!"

Chen Siyao was also somewhat surprised. She pushed open the door.

The layout of the side hall is completely different from the previous ones. The first impression upon entering is that it's not large.

It's not that the building area is large, but rather that the room in the very center is disproportionately large.

It's not a bedroom. It's not a study.

It's the kitchen.

A kitchen that occupies one-third of the area of ​​the entire side hall.

Stone stoves lined the wall, with various hooks hanging above them for hanging spatulas and other utensils.

There were dozens of shelves on the wall, filled with jars and bottles of all sizes—spices? Spiritual materials?

In the center of the kitchen is a huge cutting board, three meters long and one and a half meters wide, with crisscrossing cuts on its surface, visibly showing that it has been used countless times.

Yang Wanqing stood at the kitchen door, his mouth agape.

"Wait a minute. Marshal Tianpeng... the largest room in his residence is the kitchen?"

Chen Siyao had already gone inside. She found a small jade disc for making notes on the counter and picked it up to look at it.

Today's banquet menu: Jade Lingzhi Soup, Purple Deer Meat Jerky, Nine-Turned Dragon Scale Pastry...

It's a recipe.

She then picked up another piece from the side.

"Brother Yuxu's Festival Banquet, Head Chef: Tianpeng. Thirty-six dishes."

Another one.

"The 47th Annual Banquet of the Beichen Immortal Sect, head chef: Tianpeng. Seventy-two dishes."

Chen Siyao put down the jade plate and turned to look at Yang Wanqing.

"Marshal Tianpeng is a cook."

Yang Wanqing's legs went weak, and she grabbed the door frame for support.

"My goodness... the famous Marshal Tianpeng... is a cook??"

The comments section was filled with laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha"

"There's a reason why Pigsy loves to eat!"

"No, no, he's not Pigsy (Zhu Bajie), he's Marshal Tianpeng! A subordinate of the ancient Celestial Venerable! Turns out he's a cook!"

"The Number One Chef of the Thirty-Three Heavens: Tianpeng"

"Suddenly, I feel that the character of Pigsy's gluttony in Journey to the West has a new interpretation."

"That's called a passion for food! A culinary master!"

Chen Siyao wandered around the kitchen again. There was a portrait carved on the wall behind the stove, which should be a portrait of Tianpeng himself.

The person in the portrait is tall and strong, with a round face, thick eyebrows, and a kind smile.

He was wearing a loose Taoist robe, with an apron tied around his waist, and holding a spatula in his hand.

He is indeed a bit chubby. But he's not a pig. He's a person.

"So Marshal Tianpeng wasn't some pig demon in disguise," Chen Siyao said to the photo crystal. "He was a real human. He was just rather burly and had a simple, honest face."

Yang Wanqing had recovered and was searching every corner of the kitchen.

"Yaoyao! Here are his handwritten recipes! So many!"

Chen Siyao went over to look and saw a whole shelf of recipes on jade discs.

They are categorized into categories such as "spirit beast meat", "spirit plant vegetarian food", "soup", "dessert", etc., and are clearly organized according to the properties of the ingredients.

"His culinary skills are extremely famous in the Thirty-Three Heavens." Chen Siyao flipped over a jade plate with a thank-you letter written to Tianpeng on it.

"The Celestial Brew personally crafted by Fellow Daoist Tianpeng leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth for three days after drinking it. It is truly a wonderful taste that I have never tasted before in my life."

Yang Wanqing held a jade recipe disc in both hands, as if it were a precious treasure.

"If only I could taste Tianpeng's cooking..."

After muttering those words, she looked around at the empty stove, the dried-up water vat, and the empty spice jars.

It's been ten thousand years.

Nothing was left.

Chen Siyao searched the entire Tianpeng Residence. Apart from the recipes and the portrait, there were no documents, cultivation insights, or magical artifacts left behind.

It's all about food.

"He probably took all the important things with him," Chen Siyao said. "All that's left are these recipes, and perhaps those are the most important things to him."

Yang Wanqing nodded and carefully put the recipe jade disc into his Qiankun bag.

"What if I reach a higher level in the future and can replicate it according to the recipe?"

"...Learn to cook first."

"Why..."

It's next to Tianpeng Residence.

The sixth side hall.

The nameplate at the entrance reads "Yuehua Residence".

Yang Wanqing walked ahead, glanced at the name tag, and didn't react at first. After taking two steps forward, she turned back and stared at the two words for three seconds.

"Moonlight..."

She turned her head abruptly.

"Yaoyao! This couldn't be...?"

Chen Siyao had already reached out and pushed the door open.

The door opened.

In stark contrast to the rugged style of Tianpeng Residence, the interior of Yuehua Residence is exquisite and elegant.

The floor was paved with white jade, and the walls were light blue with fine silver patterns, which looked like ripples of moonlight on the water from a distance.

The main hall was not large, but it was tastefully furnished. There was a small desk and a screen embroidered with cassia trees and jade rabbits.

Yang Wanqing rushed inside, circled the main hall, and then plunged into the study.