Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo turned to Ding Ziheng and said, "Old Ding, where's the wild game you were talking about?"

Ding Ziheng's eyes lit up: "Coming right away!"

He turned and ran out, his steps light and quick, like a frolicking rabbit.

Qiu Rang moved a chair and sat by the bed, watching over Ma Xianhong.

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo and whispered, "Little Taoist priest, have you discovered something?"

Cheng Mo lowered his voice: "There's a problem with the core of that cultivation furnace, but asking the rest of them won't be of any use."

Xia He asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Cheng Mo: "I'll explain later."

Xia He nodded, then changed to a normal tone and said, "Little Taoist, we have all the ingredients here, why don't we make a fully automatic food preparation machine?"

Qiu Rang turned around immediately: "A fully automatic food preparation machine?"

Cheng Mo: "The thing I tinkered with a while ago is about 80% my skill."

Qiu's eyes lit up: "Brother Cheng, whatever materials you need, I'll find them for you."

Cheng Mo listed a bunch of materials: "Fifty catties of refined steel, twenty catties of copper, ten catties of mica, five catties of crystal, and some miscellaneous small items."

Without saying a word, Qiu Rang turned around and ran out to move the materials.

In less than ten minutes, a small mountain of food had been piled up in front of Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo didn't stand on ceremony and squatted down to begin refining.

The steel began to soften under the influence of Qi, being kneaded, stretched, and shaped like dough.

The copper was melted into liquid and poured into the gaps of the steel frame to form a heat-conducting layer.

Mica is cut into thin slices and inlaid in key areas to provide insulation and stability.

The crystal was polished into a lens and installed on the observation window.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

In less than a minute, a brand-new, fully automatic food preparation machine appeared in front of everyone.

Moreover, he used the readily available Divine Core directly.

Cheng Mo took the opportunity to examine the internal structure of this divine core.

He picked up the Divine Core, twisted it gently with his fingertips.

Click.

Just as the package was opened, Ding Ziheng came running over with a basket on his back: "Brother Cheng, come quick!"

The basket contained several wild rabbits, two pheasants, a snake, and some mushrooms and wild vegetables.

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Xiao He, why don't you demonstrate the fully automatic food preparation machine to them?"

"Okay~ Hehe~"

Xia He poured the ingredients into the food processor: chopped rabbit and pheasant, washed and tossed in mushrooms and wild vegetables, and then... snake...

She glanced back at Cheng Mo, who shrugged. Xia He then put the whole thing inside, closed the lid, and pressed the start button.

The food processing machine made a buzzing sound.

Ding Ziheng asked curiously, "What is this?"

Qiu Rang explained, "Brother Cheng made a fully automatic food preparation machine, which he said incorporates 80% of his skills."

Ding Ziheng's eyes lit up: "Wow, that's amazing! Then we'll have delicious food every day from now on!"

Qiu Rang nodded repeatedly: "That's exactly what I think."

Xia He turned to Qiu Rang and said, "Brother Qiu, you can refine it too. You saw how the little Taoist priest did it just now."

Qiu's face immediately fell.

It's like a teacher telling all the formulas to a struggling student and then expecting them to solve the last, most difficult question on the college entrance exam.

How can these be the same?

"This... isn't that simple." Qiu Rang coughed twice. "Weapon crafting is a very precise discipline that requires long-term accumulation and practice."

Ding Ziheng scoffed: "Why don't you just say you didn't understand it earlier?"

Qiu Rang panicked: "I...I wasn't paying attention! You know, I easily get distracted when I'm focused, and when I get distracted I miss crucial steps, and when I miss crucial steps I...I..."

Ding Ziheng said on his behalf, "Can't it be refined?"

Qiu Rang: "...Yes."

Ding Ziheng laughed heartily.

Qiu Rang's face turned red again.

While the two were arguing, Cheng Mo had already completely figured out the structure of the Divine Core.

It differs somewhat from his previous design, mainly due to the addition of that membrane, which makes the energy output of the Divine Core more stable, while also limiting the upper limit of energy to prevent overload.

By comparing the two and making some modifications, this thing is complete.

Cheng Mo took out a few pieces of material from his pocket and refined another Divine Core on the spot.

This time it was even faster, taking only half a minute.

He took the newly refined divine core in his hand, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took a few pieces of fine steel and copper from the pile of materials and smelted them into a fully automatic food processing machine.

This time, instead of using a ready-made divine core, he put the one he had refined himself into it.

Cheng Mo divided the ingredients prepared by Ding Ziheng into two portions, put them into two separate food processing machines, and started them simultaneously.

Two food processing machines were placed side by side on the table, humming loudly.

Hey, it worked!

Ding Ziheng saw what Cheng Mo had just done and started to berate Qiu Rang: "I'm telling you, Qiu Rang, Brother Cheng can forge a divine core on his own after just a few glances, how come you can't do it independently yet?"

Qiu Rang: "..."

Qiu Rang cried out in his heart: I can't understand the world of geniuses!

In less than ten minutes, eight dishes and a soup were laid out on the table.

Braised rabbit, stewed pheasant, stir-fried snake segments, garlic-flavored greens, cold black fungus salad, eggplant with soy sauce, dry-fried green beans, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a pot of mushroom soup.

The aroma filled the entire room.

The only problem is that we're missing rice.

Ding Ziheng looked at the dishes on the table, then at Cheng Mo: "Brother Cheng, can't this stuff be used for cooking?"

The aroma filled the entire room.

The only problem is that we're missing rice.

Ding Ziheng looked at the dishes on the table, then at Cheng Mo: "Brother Cheng, can't this stuff be used for cooking?"

Cheng Mo: "Sure, but it's about the same size as a rice cooker."

Ding Ziheng hesitated for a moment: "Then... why didn't you cook it just now?"

Cheng Mo: "I can't remember."

Ding Ziheng: "...I'll go find a pot."

Then he ran out again.

Qiu Rang looked at the table full of dishes and swallowed hard. "Should we wake up the sect leader?"

Cheng Mo glanced at Ma Xianhong, who was sleeping soundly on the bed: "He should wake up by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Xianhong's nose twitched twice.

He twitched twice more.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and looked groggily at the table full of food: "It smells so good."

He rubbed his eyes, recognized the people in the room, and looked bewildered: "Oh, Brother Cheng, Miss Xia, when did you arrive?"

Cheng Mo pointed at Ma Xianhong and asked Qiu Rang, "Could he really have dementia?"

Qiu Rang sighed, "I wasn't joking just now."

Cheng Mo turned to look at Ma Xianhong, his face serious: "Old Ma, I think you really should go to the hospital for an X-ray. The sooner we get treatment, the sooner we can give up on this idea."

Ma Xianhong: "...Hehe."

At this moment, Ding Ziheng returned.

However, he did not return alone; two people followed behind him.

One male and one female.

The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, sat in a wheelchair. He was pale, thin, and his aura was faint, like a candle flame that might go out at any moment.

The girl looked to be about four or five years old, with two little pigtails, wearing a red dress, and had big, bright eyes.

Ma Xianhong immediately stood up and went to greet them: "Wu Kui, Hong Zhong, come, let me introduce you."

He pointed to Cheng Mo: "This is Brother Cheng."

Then, pointing to Xia He, he said, "This is Miss Xia, she's a good friend of our Biyou Village."

Liu Wu Kui looked at Cheng Mo, tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I think I've heard your name before..."

Cheng Mo asked curiously, "Where did you hear that?"

Xia He said with a smile, "We've been involved in quite a few things this year, so it's not surprising that you've heard of our names."

Liu Wukui was still thinking back when Liu Hongzhong said, "It's Uncle Sun's lost child."

His voice was very soft: "Didn't Guoguo say that the person who saved him is called Cheng Mo? Oh, and she even called him Senior Brother."

Liu Wu-kui clapped his hands: "That's right!"

She turned to Cheng Mo, her eyes sparkling: "The senior brother Guoguo was talking about is you?"

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance.

What a coincidence?

Cheng Mo described what Guo Guo looked like.

Liu Wu Kui immediately nodded, "That's true."

Her wariness of Cheng Mo vanished instantly. She pulled Liu Hongzhong's wheelchair forward a couple of steps and asked, "Guoguo said you're incredibly skilled, and that your techniques can definitely help my brother. Is that true?"