Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 373 Talking Nonsense
Why is this all desert? Why plant trees?

Linghu Chong didn't quite understand, and neither did Lu Xiaofeng, but they had to plant trees.

Because Shi Fei provides meals, it's that simple.

As the sun set, the last rays of golden light were swallowed by the sand dunes. Linghu Chong and Lu Xiaofeng dragged their weary bodies back to the courtyard. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, which dried in the hot desert wind, forming a thin layer of salt frost.

"We planted seventy-three trees today." Lu Xiaofeng plopped down on the stone bench, sprawling there like a rag doll. Linghu Chong wasn't much better off; his fingers trembled slightly from holding the shovel for so long.

Seeing the two young men's disheveled appearance, Shi Fei took out a seemingly ordinary black cloth bag from the kitchen.

"dinner time."

Then, he took out four dishes and a soup from his black bag: a bright red lobster exuding the fresh aroma of the ocean, braised pork with an enticing amber luster, plump and round four-happiness meatballs, and fresh and tender stir-fried coriander.

Finally, there was a bowl of Pearl Jade Soup, with crystal-clear "pearls" floating among the emerald green vegetable leaves, shimmering in the twilight.

Every time Shi Fei brought out a meal, Lu Xiaofeng was amazed. Lu Xiaofeng wasn't amazed by the bag's magic, but by how different the dishes were every day.

He remembered that he had been here for many days, and yet every day was different, which was really outrageous.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng staring wide-eyed at the black bag, Shi Fei smiled slightly and said, "You may not know, but this bag of mine has quite a history?"

He was in a good mood today and suddenly felt like teasing the two of them.

"What's your background?" Lu Xiaofeng immediately perked up, forgetting even his fatigue.

"This item is a primordial spiritual treasure left over from the creation of the world." Shi Fei said this nonsense with a straight face, his fingers lightly stroking the surface of the cloth bag: "Don't be fooled by this ordinary bag, there are actually two primordial gods and demons inside!"

"A primordial god or demon?" Linghu Chong raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. Just hearing the name, he knew it was no ordinary being.

“One of them is called Red Case, and the other is called White Case,” Shi Fei continued. “Red Case is an expert in all the cooking arts in the world, while White Case is skilled in all kinds of pastries. Together, they can cook up all the delicacies in the world.”

"That's why we can eat different dishes every day."

"They once encountered the innate demon god, the Big Mouth Monster. Back then, the Big Mouth Monster ravaged the world, opening its mouth to devour everything, even swallowing the heavens and earth into its mouth. That's when the Red Case and the White Case appeared," Shi Fei said with a hint of reminiscence. "They created countless delicacies to stop the Big Mouth Monster."

Shi Fei pointed to a cloud in the sky and said, "The dough they make is just like white clouds, and the glow from their cooking is brighter than the sunset. Their food is so delicious that it brings tears to your eyes."

Linghu Chong, reading Shi Fei's vivid description, couldn't help but interject, "And then?"

"The Big Mouth Monster was gluttonous and couldn't stop eating when it saw delicious food. The two gods and demons cooked day and night, and the stalemate lasted for countless years. Finally," Shi Fei suddenly lowered his voice, "they ate the Big Mouth Monster to death."

"After this battle, the two gods and demons have suffered great losses in their magical powers." Shi Fei shook his head regretfully. "Now they can only cook ordinary dishes and can no longer recreate the magnificent scene of golden light soaring into the sky."

Lu Xiaofeng listened intently, thinking how wonderful it would be if he had such a magical bag. Then, many people in the martial arts world would no longer have to go hungry.

Linghu Chong simply thought the story was absurd and unrealistic, like a story meant to amuse children. However, when he saw Shi Fei take a plate of dumplings out of his black bag, he felt... that the red and white cases might actually exist.

After dinner, it was Linghu Chong's turn to wash the dishes. After finishing, he pushed open Lu Xiaofeng's door, only to find the usually lazy, chubby boy sitting upright, engrossed in reading a book titled "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts." "Ten Thousand Sets of Martial Arts" wasn't actually "ten thousand sets" of martial arts techniques, but rather a complete book of martial arts.

"Yo~" Linghu Chong leaned against the door frame, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Did the sun rise in the west today?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't even look up, his finger lightly tracing the pages of the book: "From today onwards, I will study and practice diligently."

"How strange." Linghu Chong walked into the room, the wooden floorboards creaking. "Don't you always practice your skills casually?"

Lu Xiaofeng finally put down his book and sighed, "Times have changed." His gaze swept over the faint flow of true energy around Linghu Chong: "Someone's skill has improved by leaps and bounds. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid I won't even be able to joke around anymore."

Who this person is is self-evident.

“In that case, why not also practice the Extreme Overlord Technique?” Linghu Chong suggested. He gathered a wisp of true energy at his fingertips, leaving a shallow scorch mark on the table.

Today, after his power has increased dramatically, he is no longer the same as before.

Lu Xiaofeng curled his lip in disgust: "Too reckless, not suitable for me."

He shook his head and said, "Boss Shi has too many rare and unusual cultivation techniques here. The 'Three Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch' is unpredictable, the 'Number One Water Under Heaven' is subtle and gentle, but this 'Ten Thousand Sets of Cultivation Techniques' is more suitable for me."

"I don't know where Boss Shi got so many books. They include not only martial arts books but also storybooks and history books."

"A brute?" Linghu Chong narrowed his eyes.

The intense heat within his body suddenly accelerated, causing his robes to flutter even without wind. Compared to yesterday, he was truly a different person; the "Extreme Overlord Technique" he had just begun to learn had transformed into scorching qi.

Lu Xiaofeng leaned back sharply, a wary look on his pockmarked face: "Hey, I just called you a brute, and you're already going to attack?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but Linghu Chong understood what he meant. To call him a brute and then immediately attack him would be an admission of guilt, wouldn't it?
Linghu Chong stopped circulating his internal energy and suddenly said, "Little Fatty Lu, I'm starting to feel like this place is home."

“Lu Xiaopang is Lu Xiaopang, Lu Xiaoji is Lu Xiaoji, what’s Lu Xiaopangji?” Lu Xiaofeng couldn’t help but put the book on the table and said.

"Then... how about Lu Xiaomaji?" Linghu Chong said with a smile. He was getting revenge for the "reckless man".

Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to talk to him.

Linghu Chong said to himself, "This place is actually better than my Mount Hua, and better than the martial world. Maybe it wouldn't be bad for me to spend my whole life here."

“But you and I both know that this is a dream,” Lu Xiaofeng said. “People came before us, and they all left afterward.”

“What if Boss Shi is lying? What if they never came, nor did they disappear?” Linghu Chong suddenly said, “They never even appeared. This is just a corner of the martial world.”

"You were thrown into the desert, and so was I. In this desert, there are only us and Boss Shi."

"This is not a dream, it's reality!"

(End of this chapter)