The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 50: The Furnace of Replenishment
Fang Yang dealt with these fellow disciples who came to show their goodwill one by one. Even if he declined the invitation, he made sure not to let anything slip so as not to offend anyone.

For a while, Panhuan Courtyard was filled with laughter and joy. The disciples of the Demon Sect who used to ignore each other became like brothers who had been separated for many years and became close to each other.

At this time, a female cultivator came towards them slowly. She was wearing a yellow skirt, with half of her shoulders exposed, intentionally or unintentionally. Her waist swayed as she walked, and her hips swayed.

She walked up to Fang Yang and said in a sweet voice, "Friend Fang, my name is Yu Fang. I have noticed you for a long time. Can you come to my house tonight so we can get close to each other?"

Fang Yang knew that this female cultivator named Yu Fang was of average appearance, but she was very good at dressing up. She was considered an outstanding female cultivator under Zhang Chunjiu.

On weekdays, Yu Fang looked down on Fang Yang and never said a word to him.

The fact that she spoke now showed that she had been paying attention to Fang Yang for a long time, and she even invited Fang Yang to her home in the evening for intimacy. Such explicit words came out without any burden.

I guess it's because he heard about Fang Yang's performance last night.

However, Fang Yang knew that more than one man had been to Yu Fang's home.

This kind of stuff should be kept away from both in the modern world and in the world of immortal cultivation.

He smiled and said, "I am flattered that Daoist Yu has shown favor to me, but my wife doesn't like me getting close to other women, so I can only let Daoist Yu down."

The coquettishness on Yu Fang's face disappeared, and her expression became a little ugly. "It was me who was too sentimental, haha."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to his seat.

Soon Zhang Chunjiu also arrived, and everyone stopped talking and concentrated on practicing.

Zhang Chunjiu's gaze paused on Fang Yang for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened. Fang Yang suppressed the coldness in his heart, closed his eyes and began to practice.

After last night's battle, Fang Yang found that he could now practice the Black Jade Skill more smoothly.

The innate spiritual power in the body flows quietly through the meridians, nourishing his meridians and spiritual fields.

After three hours of training, Fang Yang's level of Qi training became more solid.

This is the Black Jade Skill improved by Qin Xueyan, which combines the tyranny of the devil and the stability of the righteous.

For Fang Yang at the moment, this is undoubtedly the most suitable technique.

Qin Xueyan will teach him new ways of killing tonight. Fang Yang glanced at Zhang Chunjiu who was sitting in the distance, lowered his eyes, and his heart was calm.

He had just used his golden finger to check and found that there was no one in the rooms behind Zhang Chunjiu.

The concubine whom he had just taken in as a cauldron had disappeared.

He must have been turned into a useless person after being raped and abandoned by Zhang Chunjie.

The disciples of the Demon Sect all bowed to Zhang Chunjiu and left. Zhang Chunjiu suddenly spoke:
"Yu Fang, you stay and help me practice."

Everyone was startled and looked at Yu Fang with a little more caution.

Zhang Chunjiu asked Yu Fang to stay, which meant that he wanted to take Yu Fang as his nourishing furnace.

For junior disciples with low cultivation, becoming the cauldron of a yellow-level disciple is both a risk and an opportunity.

If one could win the favor of the superior and be granted the dual cultivation technique, he would be able to practice dual cultivation with the yellow-level disciples and benefit greatly.

Although it involves selling one's body and self-esteem, it is also a shortcut to rapid promotion.

Yu Fang showed joy on her face. She glanced at Fang Yang coldly, then walked to Zhang Chunjiu with a twist of her waist and said in a charming voice:
"Disciple will do his best to serve you well."

Zhang Chunjiu stroked his long beard with his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on his shoe-horn face, and he turned around and walked into a room holding Yu Fang's hand.

The disciples did not dare to stay any longer and left Pan Huan Yuan one after another, and then they whispered:
"Yu Fang has really become a phoenix!"

"Not necessarily. It depends on whether she can survive. It's not easy to be a cauldron for nourishing the body."

"Yu Fang is good at pleasing men. Lord Zhang might really give her the dual cultivation technique. We should be careful not to offend her in the future."

"Yu Fang had just been rejected by Brother Fang, and Lord Zhang took her into his room. Is this a coincidence?"

Fang Yang walked towards Wuni Lane calmly, sneering in his heart.

It's certainly not a coincidence.

Zhang Chunjiu wanted to warn himself and let him see clearly who has the final say in Panhuanyuan.

If Fang Yang cannot pay the full amount of 400 spirit stones in a month, Zhang Chunjiu can take Ning Miaomiao and Wang Yujiao away at any time. The gap between the fourth level of Qi training and the first level of foundation building is indeed quite large.

Now he could only treat the murderous intent as a seed, burying it in his heart. When he had enough strength one day, this seed would break through the ground.

Fang Yang returned to Wuni Lane, walked into the house, and smelled the rich aroma of food.

The table was already filled with sumptuous dishes.

Different from the spicy style he used to cook, the dishes on this table are all delicate and soft.

It’s a bit like the difference between Sichuan cuisine and Cantonese cuisine.

Qin Xueyan was carrying out a plate of roast goose cut into small pieces, and said to Fang Yang:
"My husband is back, let's eat."

Wang Yujiao also brought out a plate of rice noodle rolls from the kitchen. Seeing Fang Yang, she imitated Qin Xueyan and said a little unnaturally:

"Friend Fang is back, let's eat."

Fang Yang asked curiously: "Who made these dishes?"

Wang Yujiao said: "It was done by Senior Sister Ning."

Fang Yang was surprised, "Fellow Daoist Ning is actually good at cooking?"

She thought that all the fairies of Qingtang Sword Sect were pure and untainted women.

Ning Miaomiao also brought out a bowl of clam soup and said with a smile: "My cultivation talent is not as good as that of other fellow disciples, so I studied cooking for a few years when I had nothing to do."

She is not as good as Mo Yurou, Wang Yujiao, Zhang Suqin, and Chen Wanrou, who are all core disciples in their respective peaks.

Ning Miaomiao's talent is ordinary, and it is not easy for her to become an inner disciple.

She knew it would be difficult for her to move up further, so she lost her ambition and turned to studying what she liked.

Cooking is her hobby.

The four of them sat down. Fang Yang picked up a piece of roast goose and put it in his mouth, then gave a thumbs up:
"This roast goose is fat but not greasy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is truly top-notch! Fellow Daoist Ning's cooking skills are amazing!"

Fang Yang was not exaggerating. With such skills in the modern world, he could at least become a Cantonese chef.

Ning Miaomiao was very happy that the food she cooked was praised. She smiled with curved eyebrows and served Fang Yang a bowl of clam soup.

"Thank you, Brother Fang. Please have some soup."

Fang Yang took a sip and his eyes lit up, "This soup is also very delicious, Brother Ning is amazing!"

Ning Miaomiao chuckled, "Then you should eat more."

boom!
Qin Xueyan suddenly put down the bowl in her hand heavily, startling the other three. Wang Yujiao asked curiously:

"Senior Sister Mo, what's wrong?"

Qin Xueyan had no expression on her face. "Nothing. I just didn't hold it firmly."

Fang Yang suddenly took an empty bowl and filled it with clam soup, placed it in front of Qin Xueyan, and said gently:

"My lady, clam soup is very nourishing for women, drink more."

Qin Xueyan was stunned, the coldness on her face melted unconsciously, and she picked up the soup.

"Thank you, husband."

Before she could even smile, she saw Fang Yang serving a bowl to Ning Miaomiao and Wang Yujiao respectively.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, Fellow Daoist Wang, you should drink too."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fang."

The two girls smiled and thanked him.

Qin Xueyan's smile came to an abrupt end. She lowered her head to look at the soup in her hand and drank it in silence.

The soup was indeed delicious, but for some reason, Qin Xueyan always felt that the soup tasted a bit sour.

(End of this chapter)