I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 145: Craving for Spiritual Food

Fu Yao took out the trophy crabs and sharp-billed fish and cooked them carefully. The aroma filled the small inn. The shopkeeper who was originally guarding the door was also fascinated by the aroma. What's more, all the cultivators in Ma Teng Town came to the inn, hoping to see if they could get some bargains.

"Old Wang, you are so dishonest. You didn't even invite me when you had something delicious. This food smells so good, what kind of spiritual food is this?"

A deep voice exploded, speaking as if jokingly.

The biggest hobby of these monks who have no hope of promotion is eating. It is like revenge consumption. Except for those who have families, they basically spend all their spirit stones on food.

"That's right, Lao Wang, you are too stingy. I never see you being so stingy on weekdays. Do you have something hidden in the house that you don't want to show to others?"

A man with a pointed chin and monkey face stepped over the threshold and looked at Manager Wang with a mocking look.

Shopkeeper Wang rolled his eyes. They had lived together in Ma Teng Mountain for several years, so he knew what kind of shit they were going to pull as soon as they said this!

Shopkeeper Wang made a gesture to keep quiet, "How can I eat such delicious spiritual food? This is the spiritual food made by the fairy who just came today."

Living in this small place of Ma Teng Mountain, everything that happens here cannot escape their eyes. Fu Yao was discovered as soon as she came in. She was too nervous, like a spy who came to investigate. Therefore, every move of the place was under their control, so everyone was very surprised.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they were accusing this of being true and not a lie!
A fledgling spy still has the free time to make spiritual food. They are kidding. When has it ever been so easy to work under someone else? They just don't believe it.

"Old Wang, if you want to find an excuse, you don't have to be so perfunctory to us! Our friendship of several years is not worth a little spiritual food. I don't know when you became so cunning."

"Spiritual food is so precious, how can a low-level cultivator afford it? Could it be that this female cultivator is not a spy who came to investigate Mount Ma Teng? We guessed wrong. This is a second-generation cultivator who came here simply to look for opportunities!"

After hearing this, Shopkeeper Wang's expression finally changed. Finally, there is a smart person. We have lived in this small place for several years. Who doesn't know each other? Does he look like someone who has such a good spiritual material?

"No way, we must have seen it wrong. That little girl has been sneaking around since she came into the town, investigating everywhere. If she is not a spy, then how could she just be looking for an opportunity?"

Everyone saw Fu Yao's performance when she entered the town. She looked nervous, looked around, and explored everywhere, which was very consistent with the identity of a spy. A new spy, this was totally inconsistent with a second-generation cultivator who had seen the world.

Shopkeeper Wang himself couldn't be sure. Although everyone was not serving the same person, information could still be shared. After all, they all made a living from information, and if one kept all the information to himself, he would be envied.

Shopkeeper Wang: "I'm not sure about that, but the one who's cooking the spiritual food in the kitchen is indeed the fairy who just came to the town today. We just need to not offend her and don't let her get close to that place." In this turbulent period, the appearance of a strange face makes them feel like they are facing a great enemy. If anyone lets other people touch the fragments of the secret realm, they will be regarded as a vent for their anger. The superiors will not consider the life and death of others at all, nor will they take them seriously, even if they have just made a contribution.

Shopkeeper Wang: "Let's keep watching. It's better to be safe than sorry. For people like us who are at the bottom of society, if there is a little mistake in our link, can we still save our lives?"

Shopkeeper Wang is also a coward who is afraid of death and will not let go of even the slightest risk. Now that he cannot be sure that Fu Yao is a second-generation cultivator who is here to try her luck, nor can he be sure that this person is a spy, for the sake of his own life, he still has to not offend either side. Keeping people within the range that he can bear is also a form of self-protection!

Smelling the tempting aroma of spiritual food in the air, I was unwilling to give up. My heart was tempted like a cat's claws, and the gluttonous worms in my stomach couldn't stop crawling out. My eyes were naked and staring straight towards the kitchen.

When Shopkeeper Wang saw those people who were usually very reserved, he cursed inwardly and his face flushed, obviously because he was ashamed to know such people.

Fu Yao, who was steaming crabs in the kitchen, of course heard the noise outside, and even the sound of people drooling. She shook the rice wine in her hand. This was a wine brewed with first-grade top-grade spiritual rice, brewed using a time acceleration formation, so the wine had been hidden for at least twenty years. It had a strong aroma and a slightly sweet taste, which was indeed in line with the identity of a second-generation female cultivator.

But this is only on the surface. The alcohol is very strong and I got drunk without realizing it. Wouldn't it be easy to trick them into talking?

I accidentally saw a magic spell in the library before that could make people lose short-term memory. Because of the harsh conditions, my fellow disciples regarded it as useless. But in Fu Yao's eyes, it was still a killer if used well. Isn't this the opportunity?
Fu Yao had been feeling uncomfortable since she entered the town, and it was very unusual for her to be so wary of a stranger, especially a low-level cultivator.

Originally, Fu Yao came here to make spiritual food in order to satisfy her own appetite, but now that she had an extra reward, she was naturally excited.

He leisurely carried the steamed crabs and fish out of the kitchen and put them down on a random table in the hall. The feeling was even stronger at close range. Not only was the smell extremely delicious, but the spiritual energy lingering around it was even more amazing. The spiritual energy in the body was also stirring. The people who were watching eagerly swallowed their saliva in shame, their eyes almost growing upwards.

Fu Yao noticed such a naked gaze. She frowned slightly at first, then seemed to have thought of something. Her eyes smiled, her brows relaxed, and she looked like she had everything under control.

Fu Yao: "Uncle, you want to eat my spiritual food!"

The condescending tone made several people frown. It was indeed the second generation of cultivators who were born and raised with a silver spoon in their mouths. They felt superior to others and did not care about other people's feelings at all. As soon as these words came out, they were unpopular.

The spiritual energy emitted by the spiritual food gently soothes the pain left by everyone in the past years, as if they were in a holy spring of healing. What kind of effect would it have if they ate it!
On one side is dignity and on the other side is a healthy body. Everyone is very conflicted. They are unwilling to give up their face to beg for food, but they are also unwilling to give up the spiritual food that is full of spiritual energy. Everyone is very embarrassed for a moment.

Fu Yao: "One piece of information in exchange for one spiritual food."

Fu Yao took out a small plate and symbolically put a piece of fish on it.