Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"I do not have any choice."

No, you have a choice.

Yan Huan patted Yun Li on the shoulder and said seriously:

"Did you go south? There are..."

"I've already been there, what's wrong?" Yun Li tilted her head.

"It seems like that place is all about eating, drinking, and having fun; it's not very interesting."

"No, it's very interesting."

Yan Huan said seriously:

"I'll grant you access to the facilities in the southern area right now, so you won't need any points to do anything."

"I will arrange a candied hawthorn food truck there, just to make candied hawthorn for you."

"...?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Of course, it's because you're Zhu Ming's guest."

"But you are a guest too."

"..."

Seeing that Yun Li actually had a brain, Yan Huan thought for a moment and came up with a more suitable reason.

"To be honest, you look a lot like one of my distant cousins."

"Oh, what then?"

"Then she died."

"..."

"So when I see you, I feel a special sense of closeness, you understand?"

"...I think I understand."

"I wish she could live a good life in the sunshine, but unfortunately... she will never have that chance again."

Yan Huan wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with sorrow as she choked out:

"So, as long as you come here, you're sure to get something to eat."

"Eat your fill, then sleep; wake up, then play video games; when your back aches from playing, then go soak in a hot spring..."

"Remember, whatever you do, do not cultivate."

Yun Li, who was listening intently, suddenly froze.

"?"

"What does this have to do with my cultivation?"

"Yes!" Yan Huan exclaimed in grief and indignation.

"My distant cousin died because she went into a state of demonic possession during her cultivation."

"Cultivation is certainly a good thing, but it must be done in moderation."

"Do you... understand now?!"

"……I see."

"Okay, now that you understand, go have some fun."

Urged on by Yan Huan, Yun Li walked towards the Happy Zone in the south, completely bewildered.

Unlike Yan Qing, Yun Li didn't care about points; she hadn't paid much attention to the rules of this training ground in the first place.

Watching Yun Li's retreating figure, Yan Huan felt immensely gratified.

"Third Mr., this is all I can do to help you two."

He continued walking and silently arrived at the 'New Oriental' building on the east side for inspection.

The players who come here are basically all looking to try out Yan Huan's battle tactics.

As soon as Yan Huan arrived on the first floor, she smelled a wonderful fragrance.

It tastes like braised pork!

He walked into the fully equipped kitchen classroom, his gaze sweeping over the large pots in front of the contestants one by one.

Soon, they spotted the man who was making braised pork.

"Hmm? It seems we've attracted some important people." The orange-pink fox-person, tossing a large ladle, glanced at the person at the door, and smiled slightly.

He did not pause because of Yan Huan's arrival; his skillful movements were as smooth as flowing water.

"The aroma of this braised pork is amazing."

Yan Huan quickly went to Jiao Qiu's side, her eyes fixed on the sizzling braised pork in the pot, and gave a thumbs up in praise:

Are you also a big fan of my battle strategy?

"Tactics? Heh... Mr. Yan Huan is joking."

Jiaoqiu smiled faintly:

"I am merely a physician and will not participate in the martial arts ceremony."

"I came here simply because I heard that you can cook here, and I was itching to try it myself."

"That's it."

"Then can I have a taste?"

"Of course~"

Jiaoqiu placed the braised pork in a bowl and casually put it on the porcelain table, then pushed it toward Yan Huan.

"As the master of this grotto, I naturally have to offer you a gift. I hope you can taste it and give me some pointers."

"Then I won't be polite."

Yan Huan calmly picked up the chopsticks and dipped them into the basin.

Under Jiao Qiu's expectant gaze, Yan Huan silently picked out a burnt and rotten chili pepper and placed it in another bowl.

"..."

Then came the second one, the third one...

Until the 10086th chili pepper was picked out, Jiaoqiu looked at the more than three-meter-tall chili pepper in front of him and laughed awkwardly:

"Mr. Yan Huan has a sharp eye. Could it be that he doesn't like spicy food?"

"Removing the chili peppers won't reduce the spiciness."

Yan Huan waved her hand, and this time she finally picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into the ice water next to her and stirred it.

"..."

Then he moved on to the second basin of ice water and put the braised pork in again and stirred it.

Each time it's stirred, the icy water turns a vibrant red, with glistening red oil floating and drifting on the surface...

He changed the water 10 times before he finally stopped.

"Okay, I'm going to eat now."

He opened his mouth, silently put the braised pork into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"emmmmm..."

After swallowing, Yan Huan commented:

"The taste was alright, but it was a bit bland and a bit icy. I'll pay attention to that next time."

“Mr. Yan Huan, eating like this is soulless,” Jiao Qiu said, still smiling.

"That's still better than dying from the spiciness."

Yan Huan slowly put down her chopsticks.

"Who puts so much chili in their cooking? Are you trying to murder me?"

"Not at all," Jiaoqiu said with a smile.

"It was Mr. Yan Huan who suggested that I try it. I had no idea that someone would come to freeload. Please don't wrong me."

"Actually, this is just my taste. I usually like spicy food to be more spicy, as it can be refreshing."

"Really?"

"Realer than real gold."

Yan Huan looked suspiciously at the remaining braised pork in the pot.

"Why don't you try a piece yourself and see how good you are?"

"of course can."

Jiaoqiu naturally picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of braised pork from the bowl.

Under Yan Huan's gaze, he slowly moved his feet and walked to the ice water, put the meat in and stirred it, turning it into a red oil.

"..."

He was scalded with five basins of ice water before he dared to put the braised pork in his mouth, chew, and swallow.

"Hmm, it tastes good, but it is indeed a bit cold."

The only difference between him and Yan Huan was that he hadn't used five basins of water.

"So you don't even eat it directly yourself!"

"Haha, why take it so seriously?"

Jiaoqiu packed his things, put them all into a bundle, slung it over his shoulder, and laughed:

"These foods are not meant for ordinary people."