Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 740 President
Pei Ye didn't open his eyes; he could hear the night wind blowing outside the window above him again.

The wine that Xi Wangmu drank in her dream seemed to truly intoxicate him. He touched the soft, smooth fur in his hand, his consciousness sank, and he peacefully entered the dream.

Pei Ye hadn't dreamed in a long time, not a dream that was truly profound.

Since obtaining the Quail Head, he has often been aware of what he is doing, even in his dreams. His dreams are rarely ethereal or erratic; deep down, he clearly knows which part of his mind each element comes from.

But today's dream was clearly not like that.

Some dreams that didn't belong to him entered, carrying an unfamiliar scent. Pei Ye realized they were extensions of the Queen Mother of the West's dream.

It is very simple, without any sense of intrusion, and even gives the dreamer a moment of clarity before arriving, like a polite visitor.

There was no other information; Pei Ye stood amidst a white mist.

He lowered his head, a sword in his hand, and looked ahead, where Yong Ji stood holding a spear.

Pei Ye gripped the sword in his hand; it was real and sharp. He looked at Yong Ji, who was neither injured nor restricted in any way. There was nowhere to escape or hide here, and there was no water or fire.

Only the two of them showed clear killing intent towards each other.

Just as Pei Ye was about to make a move, the white mist had already drifted away, and the scene vanished like smoke. He then consciously returned to his dream.

The dream of the Queen Mother vanished, seemingly only accompanied by the faint intoxication brought by that bowl of wine.

Pei Ye remained silent for a while. What the dream was trying to tell him seemed very clear, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

It seems that what he needs to do is quite basic.

—If you want to kill him, then you must be able to defeat him.

Without divine power, without being caught off guard, I defeated him head-on.

This was the first time Pei Ye had received such a miraculous revelation, and he chose to believe it.

I released my consciousness, letting it rest softly... When I opened my eyes again, a beam of light was already shining on my forehead.

Springtime, a clear and cool season, the scents of blankets, wood, flowers, and grass are all fresh. Pei Ye stretched and sat up. The black cat was already crouching on the windowsill, quietly watching outside.

Pei Ye reached out and scooped it into his arms, then reached under the bed to find his shoes: "Cultivating again, huh?"

"Ah."

"How much do you weigh now?" Pei Ye dragged his shoes to the edge of the vat, picked up the wooden basin, pushed open the lid, and scooped out a basin of cool, swaying water.

Pei Ye placed the kitten on the edge of the basin and draped a towel around her neck.

"Heavier than you think." The black cat lazily stretched out a paw, playing with the water ripples that were inches away, when the boy's large hand suddenly scooped up a large handful. Then, it splashed and rubbed its face, and sparse drops of cool water fell on its body.

At first, the black cat didn't understand why the boy always liked to take it with him when he washed up, not only in the morning, but also at night when he took a bath. He would put it next to the tub of water, and when it stood up and showed its big butt, the black cat would chuckle and twist its head to turn to the other side.

But gradually it got used to it. The boy didn't just carry it with him when he was bathing; he would subconsciously carry it with him at any time.

Even a distance of several meters from the windowsill to the edge of the basin.

Deep within those delicate and sensitive emotions, the black cat perhaps knew them better than he did. So it had gotten used to silently placing itself within his senses, whether it was touch, smell, or sight... Sometimes when it wanted to go somewhere else, it would try to make itself visible to him as soon as he opened his eyes or turned his head.

"I miss you... I'm eight thousand pounds now," Pei Ye mumbled, "I can't even lift you anymore."

The cultivation of immortal hunters is much simpler than that of humans. Everything about them is related to profound energy, and all they need to do is grow.

After arriving in Shenjing, it was able to obtain a large number of elixirs and precious medicines from Xu Chuo, which enabled its body to grow to a size that could cover the boy. If it were still the size of a small snake when it was in Bowang, it wouldn't even be able to withstand half a spear from Yu Sicheng.

"Twelve thousand," the black cat said, pulling its paws back under its head as a cushion. It didn't want to touch the water the boy had been in for several washes anymore.

"Fat cat." Pei Ye said while brushing her teeth.

The black cat didn't answer. It stood up, shook off the water, and jumped onto the shelf next to it.

Sure enough, the next moment Pei Ye gurgled and splashed mouthwash next to the wooden basin.

Pei Ye turned around, put on his sword-wielding clothes and boots, picked up his sword, and carried the black cat on his shoulder: "What do you want to eat?"

"fish."

"Born?"

"Ah."

“I’ll eat the pancake.” Pei Ye thought for a moment, “I’ll catch one for you from the pond in the back garden later.”

In fact, black cats have no dietary needs. For them, human food is not even enough to fill their teeth, and their life is sustained by Xuan Qi (mysterious energy).

But Pei Ye needs to be fed.

Then they headed to the classroom.

For the next three days, Pei Ye lived a quiet and regular life at the Sword Academy, attending classes, practicing swordsmanship, and spending three to five hours practicing swordsmanship each day.

Sometimes he was quite curious about the progress of his two fellow students' cultivation, but Yang Zhenbing just practiced swordsmanship every day, and when asked, he would only say, "The sword peak has no peak, and one does not know the height of one's body."

Yan Feiqing, on the other hand, spent all his time holding an old Taoist book, and Pei Yezhen suspected that his sword had long since rusted in its sheath. He wouldn't speak when asked at noon or in the evening, but if asked in the morning, he would say, "You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."

Pei Ye was too lazy to talk to them.

Clearly, she was still the lovely young lady from the Bingliu Sword Arena. Pei Ye's favorite thing to do every day was to practice swordsmanship with the girl. In fact, the two of them hadn't practiced much for the past three days. Pei Ye mainly studied the newly acquired Dongting Leiqin, but he also liked to sit on the bluestone in the sword arena and read the book.

After three days, Pei Ye had a general understanding of the sword's appearance. Qiu Jizi's suggestion that he learn the zither was no joke, because this sword was designed with thunder as its string, profound and fierce, a style of swordsmanship that Pei Ye had never encountered before.

It was clearly more powerful than any sword he had ever encountered before. In terms of the concept of "one sword," it might not be as powerful as [Hao Bailu], but in a broader sense, it was the only purely offensive sword that Pei Ye had ever come into contact with.

The reason why it was so powerful that it was unfamiliar to Pei Ye was that all the previous sword attacks, such as [Qingming], [Shangshen], and [Zhuoyan], no matter how powerful they were, were still under the control of the swordsman. [Haobailu] took this path to the extreme, instantly draining all the power in the swordsman's body, causing him to be paralyzed for a moment, but it was still under Pei Ye's control.

"Leiqin" requires swordsmen to relinquish control of their swords from the very beginning.

Give it all its power without worrying about control, let it run wild like a runaway horse or a thunderbolt from the sky, creating a magnificent momentum that is beyond human control.

Such a bold liberation is certainly captivating, but a sword is ultimately an object in one's hand. If it becomes so powerful that it transcends human will, how can it be used? A sword that is too masculine and fierce will backfire, and the enemy can easily see through it; it is not a good sword.

The swordsmith's answer was to treat the thunder in the sky as a musical instrument.

A swordsman doesn't need to control the sound he emits. You have the melody in your heart. Even if the power is out of control, as long as the playing doesn't deviate from the intention, the strike will produce the effect you want.

Therefore, this sword has three chapters, and the meaning of each chapter comes from the music. Pei Ye can certainly comprehend it with his extraordinary sword sense, but it is not as good as tracing the intention of the sword maker from the music.

Just as the essence of "First Moon and Northern Rain" can only be captured in this rain, the understanding of "Leiqin" will naturally be enriched after learning the piece.

"Yin'er, can you play the zither?" It was noon. Pei Ye closed the sword manual in his hand and looked at the girl who was walking towards him with her sword.

Jiang Yin'er's forehead was covered in sweat, and she was breathing heavily. She rummaged through her small bundle, took out some water, and drank a large gulp. She looked at the boy and asked, "What?"

"The zither." Pei Ye raised her hand and hooked it like ten maggots. "Can you play it?"

Jiang Yin'er placed the sword on the stone, turned around and sat down next to the boy: "I learned some when I was young, but I haven't practiced since. What's wrong, brother?"

"I want to find someone to teach me to play the piano."

"Huh?" Jiang Yin'er was stunned.

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Pei Ye looked at her. "What's with that expression?"

"No, no... I'm a little surprised." Jiang Yin'er quickly composed herself and said seriously, "Brother Shi wants to learn the zither... I know that Miss Changsun has been learning it since she was a child. We talked about it last time. I just don't know if she is still practicing now."

Pei Ye thought for a moment: "Changsun is the daughter of a scholarly family. She must be proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She even painted New Year pictures for us during the Spring Festival."

"Well, then I'll take you to ask her at the Tianshan Banquet tomorrow."

Pei Ye laughed: "Why do I need you to guide me? I have a very good relationship with Changsun. We were classmates at the Imperial Academy."

Jiang Yin'er paused for a moment, then said, "Brother, let me go with you tomorrow. I'm doing this to protect you."

"……what?"

Jiang Yin'er stopped talking, hugged the gourd and drank water, saying, "The entire Sword Cultivation Academy has been invited. They said we'll go together at dawn tomorrow. Would you like to come, Brother?"

"I'll go to Xiuwen Hall early tomorrow morning, and then I'll meet up with you."

He went to the Xiuwen Academy the day before yesterday, but unfortunately Li He wasn't there, so he only left a letter for the steward. Yesterday, a letter arrived saying that Li He wanted to meet him tomorrow morning.

Pei Ye stretched and looked at the wall, thinking about tomorrow.

Tianshan Villa.

“Okay,” Jiang Yin’er said.

Looking at the bright daylight, she thought to herself, "I wonder what Zhao Ye and the others are doing right now. I hope they won't frighten my brother tomorrow."

……

Cui Zhaoye held Changsun Jue's hand as they stood in the small pavilion of Leyouyuan.

Since spring, this place has been bustling with tourists. Up close, there are vast plains, lush green ponds and waterfalls; in the distance, there are towering palaces and majestic imperial palaces, as well as the ancient Five Mausoleums. The scenery is truly enchanting.

Even though the scenery on Leyouyuan is breathtaking, people are often drawn to this direction.

A large group of young girls gathered together, their laughter and chatter filling the air, their skirts fluttering, creating a vibrant and dazzling spring scene.

It was quite an astonishingly large group, huddled together beside a pavilion and pond, all gazing at the small pavilion. There were also some young gentlemen and scholars among them, but they sat on the edge, huddling together for warmth and whispering amongst themselves, hardly causing much of a stir.

Tourists are initially surprised, but upon closer inspection, they instinctively try to find a reason for their surprise. Then, a quick glance reveals a brightly colored silk cloth standing beside the pavilion, embroidered with five characters.

Pei Ye's association.

People from other places coming to the capital must be surprised, but the locals are already used to all sorts of new things. The name "Pei Ye" is not unfamiliar either. Even the common people who care least about the affairs of the court have probably heard of the sword-fighting contest that the emperor and his officials watched last winter. If you introduce the winning swordsman, most people will recognize the name.

What's more surprising is that these people didn't just enjoy themselves in seclusion. Instead, they displayed many small paintings, miniature sculptures, ribbons, and other exquisite items. Whenever they saw a curious person approaching—especially if that person looked like a young girl of their kind—the people around them would warmly invite them in to take a look, chat for a while, and then give them one or two nice trinkets.

Amidst these cheerful greetings, many of the newlyweds who were not actively seeking anything stayed behind, surrounded by a barrage of questions.

The girl in the green dress stood there for a moment, sword in hand, before being pulled inside.

This was her first time visiting Shenjing, and of course, her first time climbing Leyouyuan, a place mentioned in poems and literature. She bought a string of candied hawthorns from Shenjing, tried two, and found them a bit rough, indicating that the selection of fruit and the making of sugar were not refined. So she held them in her hand and ate them slowly.

The rain had stopped long ago. Apart from urgently inquiring about the boy's safety that day, she hadn't allowed herself to think about that name since. In the short two days of leisure, she leisurely strolled around the capital city, sword in hand.

But then, out of the blue, I saw the banner next to the pavilion.

He froze, his lazy eyes widening in surprise.

The girls sitting around were immediately drawn to her, and many of their conversations stopped as they pointed at her.

Even in the capital city where vibrant faces are commonplace, this figure was exceptionally striking.

That face was pure and beautiful, with no makeup except for a faint touch of blue at the corner of its eyes. Yet, this clean and innocent face, adorned with a green dress and a long sword, featured a beautifully sculpted hand holding a candied hawthorn, while the hand gripping the sword wore a thin glove.

What's especially captivating is the air about her, as if she's weathered many storms, making her seem unlike her peers.

"Sister!" A young lady from an official family couldn't help but call out, "Do you also like Young Hero Pei Ye?"

Li Piaoqing felt a sudden, unexpected pinch in her heart and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"We are the enthusiasts' club of Young Master Pei Ye, and our club president, Cui Zhaoye, is on the pavilion." The young lady from the official family said with a smile, "Sister, do you know Young Master Pei Ye? He is one of the most skilled swordsmen in our capital right now."

Worried that this exceptionally elegant young woman might not be interested in such a boring activity, she quickly added, "Sister, you're carrying a sword, are you also a member of the martial arts world? We're selecting people to go to the Tianshan Sword Banquet tomorrow, would you like to come and take a look?"

"Oh?" Li Piaoqing was somewhat surprised. "Do you have many invitations to the Tianshan Sword Banquet?"

"Yes, President Cui helped me get it. She's really capable. I heard that Young Master Pei Ye himself is on very good terms with her!" said the young lady from the official family.

To her surprise, the girl wasn't as tall and imposing as she seemed. She paused for a moment, nodded, and squatted down by the stall: "Can I listen for a while?"

(End of this chapter)