After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

Shi Yinghan smiled at Ning Yue: "Very smoothly, junior sister."

Judging from his appearance, he had clearly dealt with Liu Tianqiu without much effort.

Ning Yue glanced around: "Senior Brother, where is Liu Tianqiu?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yinghan paused for a moment, under the questioning gaze of his junior sister.

He winked discreetly and glanced toward a more secluded spot behind him.

Ning Yue followed the direction to look—

Liu Tianqiu was seen hiding behind a stone pillar, gritting his teeth as he stared at Shi Yinghan, his resentment almost overflowing.

He looked extremely unwilling.

Ning Yue: "..."

"My senior brother defeated him in just a few moves."

"It's not exactly a matter of seconds," Shi Yinghan said modestly. "The fight was back and forth, and we managed to keep it under a hundred moves."

Ning Yue: "...How many moves are in a hundred moves?"

Shi Yinghan nodded: "Forty-two moves."

……

Liu Tianqiu is a genuine sword cultivator, and his Nascent Soul cultivation is also genuine.

They were all defeated by Shi Yinghan in forty-two moves.

No wonder they were so resentful.

However, Ning Yue's opponent was Qi Xucheng, whose Nascent Soul stage seemed to be inflated.

She might not be able to beat Master Yinghan later.

After all, Shi Yinghan is undoubtedly a genius.

Before Ning Yue emerged, he was the standard of genius.

This Nascent Soul is genuine; there's no fluff involved.

Moreover, Shi Yinghan had practiced swordsmanship for longer than her and was more skilled.

Ning Yue tried to find another way to further improve his swordsmanship.

Looking at Ning Yue's expression, Shi Yinghan asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about, Junior Sister?"

Ning Yue looked up: "...Haha, senior brother, we'll be facing off in the next match."

"Yes." Shi Yinghan looked very expectant and smiled, "Just as Junior Sister wishes."

Ning Yue: "..."

Her words back then had a bit of a pretentious element to them, mainly to spite Qi Xucheng.

Shi Yinghan disagreed: "Let's go take a rest. Master must be looking forward to our sparring session."

"Haha..." Ning Yue said, not expecting anything, "Yeah."

Their Fusang sect has a dedicated rest area.

Several direct relatives gathered together.

Yang Fei said excitedly, "Wow, Junior Sister, you've taken down the runner-up from last year's list! Did you see Qi Xucheng's face? Hahaha!"

Ning Yue said smugly, raising his chin slightly: "Of course I saw it. That look on his face was caused by me."

"Hahaha..." Yang Fei put his arm around Ning Yue's shoulder and patted her on the shoulder, "As expected of my junior sister!"

As they talked...

Duan Huailin came in from outside, carrying a large box in his hand.

Ning Yue's attention was drawn, and she looked over.

"Senior Brother Duan, what is this?"

"Food," Duan Huailin replied, casually placing the wooden box on the table and removing the lid.

The food box was filled with exquisite dishes that were colorful, fragrant, and delicious.

The aroma of the food wafted into Ning Yue's nose, so enticing that she suspected her taste buds were actually tasting it through her nose.

"I noticed you seemed very interested in food last time, so I went back and quickly learned a few dishes. Would you like to try them?"

Ning Yue's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait any longer.

This isn't some skill she learned casually; it's exactly what she wanted!

She's a very picky eater, but this dish smells amazing!

Duan Huailin took out the dishes, his slender fingers holding the plates and placing them steadily on the table.

Yang Fei, standing to the side in astonishment, stared intently at the dish: "Junior brother, you have this skill too!?"

Duan Huailin nodded slightly: "It's definitely not as good as what you get in the sect, but the taste is still acceptable."

He casually distributed the chopsticks to the people at the table.

The group was so engrossed in the aroma of the food on the table that their mouths were practically watering, and they didn't even pay attention to what he was saying.

Why didn't the food taste particularly good when I was in the temple?

As soon as they got their chopsticks, they began to wolf down their food.

I don't know if it's because I've been fasting for so long, but when I first smelled the aroma of food, I was so enticed that I lost all sense of direction.

Lu Qingyan, who was sitting next to him, didn't want to eat. She lowered her eyes slightly and thought about her score.

But I don't know if it was because the food smelled so good, or because the noise they were making while eating was so appetizing.

Lu Qingyan finally couldn't help but glance over there.

Duan Huailin had already been waiting with chopsticks in hand, and he handed them forward.

"Here you go, senior sister."

Lu Qingyan paused for a moment and twitched her nose.

Then they heard Ning Yue shout to them, "Senior brothers and sisters, come quick! It smells amazing! If you don't eat it now, it'll be gone!"

So Lu Qingyan took the chopsticks and joined the group of people who just wanted to eat.

Duan Huailin was very satisfied and planned to cook a few more dishes.

Then I saw Jiang Yishen stand up from his seat and walk this way.

Duan Huailin paused for a moment.

Jiang Yishen said, "Senior brother, I also want to learn how to cook."

Duan Huailin looked at him knowingly, then glanced at Ning Yue, who was enjoying her meal, and said, "Let's go."

Ning Yue ate with gusto, her mouth greasy, and as soon as one plate was finished, another was immediately brought out.

What a happy life!

Song Yishi and Yang Fei are fighting over the last chicken leg.

To be precise, Yang Fei was asking for the last chicken leg.

Yang Fei, his mouth greasy, stretched out his paws at Song Yishi and pleaded, "Please, Senior Sister! I only ate one."

Song Yishi ate in a relatively refined manner, with no grease on his lips, but he refused Yang Fei without any politeness.

He moved his chopsticks a couple of times, peeled off the skin, and gave Yang Fei a smug look.

"First come, first served." He then stuffed it into his mouth.

Ning Yue was almost full and was just about to put down her chopsticks.

Duan Huailin brought out another dish and placed it specifically in front of Ning Yue: "Would you like to try some?"

The plate contained chunks of dark, almost black meat, some even steaming. It didn't look appetizing, but it smelled good.

Ning Yue took a sniff.

Yang Fei pouted and teased, "Oh, so Junior Sister gets a private one too. Junior Brother is so biased."

"No..." Duan Huailin looked over helplessly, but couldn't come up with any explanation.

Jiang Yishen followed behind him, refusing to serve Ning Yue himself and insisting that he run the errand.

Jiang Yishen watched Ning Yue nervously and expectantly from behind, waiting for her reaction.

Seeing that Ning Yue was very interested in Duan Huailin's meals, he couldn't help but want to cook for her himself.

So he casually learned a few moves from Duan Huailin, and those moves were really just a few, not a single one more.

Ning Yue looked down at the dish that had been prepared especially for her; it was dark and probably a little burnt.

She swallowed hard.

Maybe this dish is meant to be eaten burnt.

I trust Duan Huailin's skills!

She immediately picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

A small puff of cheek appeared as he chewed carefully...

Jiang Yishen stared intently at Ning Yue, wanting to see her reaction.

Finally, Ning Yue's face became increasingly contorted with the chewing motion.

He strained his neck, reached down to smooth it, and finally swallowed it.

Jiang Yishen: "..."

That expression can't be one that looks like it's delicious.

As expected, Ning Yue only lasted a short while.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she stared at Duan Huailin in disbelief, screaming in anguish, "Ugh—!"

...It tasted so bad I threw up.

Duan Huailin: "..."

His gaze gradually shifted toward Jiang Yishen—

No way! I made it myself, and even though it's a little burnt, the taste should be about the same.

Shi Yinghan, who was wiping her mouth and getting up, saw Ning Yue's reaction and quickly went to pat her back.

Looking at the plate of charred meat in front of her with a puzzled expression: "...Is it really that bad?"

He stubbornly picked up a bite with his chopsticks.

A moment later: "Ugh—!!"