Raise a sword!

Ten days later, Jiang Peng watched Lan Yingying leave, his steps unsteady.

Lan Yingying's foundation was not as strong as Jiang Peng's back then, and it took her a full seven days to refine the Jade Blood Fruit.

But the benefits are also obvious.

Judging solely from her cultivation level, the Jade Blood Fruit allowed her to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining without any bottlenecks.

However, the true benefits of the Jade Blood Fruit have not yet been revealed. Its effects of cleansing the marrow and purifying the meridians will make Lan Yingying's subsequent cultivation smoother.

And this effect will stay with her for the rest of her life.

So after learning about the wonders of the Jade Blood Fruit, Lan Yingying didn't even bother to stabilize her cultivation level. She transformed into a female demon and grabbed Jiang Peng, refining him thoroughly.

The difference in cultivation level is only not reflected in matters such as the balance of Yin and Yang.

In the end, Jiang Peng could hardly feel the pleasure of the act anymore; only a surge of male pride sustained him, and they finally managed to reach a draw.

...

Life on the mountain was uneventful.

After almost completely cutting off contact with the outside world, the Cangshan Sect was shrouded in a deep, deathly silence.

Jiang Peng's state of mind was relatively peaceful, with a "live and let live" attitude, and he traveled between Biwu Peak and Danhuo Peak every day.

However, his diligence made everyone in the Pill Hall feel quite uncomfortable.

Therefore, two months later, Steward Wang Lu stepped forward and told Jiang Peng that he did not need to go to the Dan Hall to oversee things every day.

"Everything in the Pill Hall is running smoothly, yet the elders are here, making us subordinates report everything to them," Wang Lu tried to persuade them tactfully.

This is because he knew that Jiang Peng was not an assertive person, which is why he dared to speak to his superior in this way.

"You think I'm in your way?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Peng immediately stood up and slapped Wang Lu hard on the shoulder, making him stagger.

"Alright, it's my fault for delaying your, Steward Wang, from taking charge of the Pill Hall."

Wang Lu grimaced and rubbed his shoulder as he politely saw Jiang Peng off from the Dan Palace.

...

Jiang Peng is not the only one who feels relaxed because the mountain is closed.

Wei Zhilan opened a casino on her Luoyun Peak, and after only a few days of operation, a Foundation Establishment Elder lost everything.

Jiang Peng heard about this because Elder Wang Biao and his men angrily came to Biwu Peak to inquire about Wei Zhilan's whereabouts.

"Hmph! Opening a gambling den is already a violation of the sect rules, but considering that this matter concerns Wei Zhilan's path to enlightenment, I originally turned a blind eye and didn't want to get involved."

Wang Biao spoke of the cause of the matter with a gloomy expression.

"That Senior Brother Zhao's skills all lie in his magical artifacts; his reputation for artifact arrays is renowned throughout the Southern Mountain Region!"

"But it was precisely because of this reputation that Wei Zhilan harbored evil intentions, secretly setting a trap to win all of Senior Brother Zhao's dozens of magical artifacts! When I went to Luoyun Peak to crack down on gambling, Elder Zhao's Green Willow Peak was already at the gambling table!"

Jiang Peng, appearing to share Wang Biao's indignation, nodded repeatedly in agreement as Wang Biao recounted his story.

"Senior Sister Wei really went too far and should be punished."

"In short, if you find out where this scoundrel is, remember to inform the Enforcement Hall. The sect will reward you handsomely!" Wang Biao said bitterly before leaving with his men.

Not long after Wang Biao left, Wei Zhilan began peeking out of Jiang Peng's house.

"Gone?" she asked cautiously.

Jiang Peng couldn't help but roll her eyes at this scoundrel.

"Senior sister, you've gone too far. How can you betray your own people? Senior Brother Zhao is known for being a kind-hearted person. How could you do this to him?"

Wei Zhilan even argued her case convincingly.

"It's because people who are too nice to be fooled that they're easy to fool. People like you who are more cunning won't fall for it at all."

Jiang Peng asked curiously, "I truly admire Senior Sister's methods. Those who can cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage are all people of unwavering resolve. Senior Brother Zhao is almost two hundred years old, and 'Raising the Sword!' is causing a reading frenzy on Cola Novels. Haven't you read it yet? How could you fall into Senior Sister's scheme so easily?"

"Hmph, just playing to their tastes," Wei Zhilan said smugly. "As long as I use the right approach, there's no scheme I can't set up!"

"Senior sister is quite good at bragging too," Jiang Peng scoffed.

"Junior brother doesn't believe me?"

"I don't believe it."

Wei Zhilan squinted at Jiang Peng, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Wang Biao stumbled upon our gambling session before and confiscated all the winnings on the table. My senior sister is short of money and is thinking of ways to make some money."

A look of wariness flashed in Jiang Peng's eyes.

"Are you setting me up in front of everyone? Does my junior brother really think I'm this stupid?"

Wei Zhilan pretended not to hear Jiang Peng's wary words, and simply took out an ancient book from her storage bag and handed it to Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng opened the ancient book with some confusion.

"Fish-swimming grass seeds, pungent in taste, take two qian (approximately 6 grams) and grind them finely into powder; snake willow root, numbing in taste, slightly toxic, take one qian (approximately 3 grams)..."

After quickly flipping through a few pages, Jiang Peng abruptly closed the ancient book and looked at Wei Zhilan in disbelief.

"The materials mentioned in this book are all medicinal and of a certain grade."

Wei Zhilan nodded calmly.

"good."

Jiang Peng's voice carried a hint of hesitation.

"But the method for processing these spiritual materials isn't for alchemy, but rather... as a seasoning?"

"Who knows? I don't know anything about spiritual food."

"You mentioned spiritual food, right?"

Did I say that?

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

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Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

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Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

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Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

At this moment, he finally understood where Wang Biao's deep-seated hatred for the scoundrel in front of him came from.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Jiang Peng took a deep breath.

At this moment, he finally understood where Wang Biao's deep-seated hatred for the scoundrel in front of him came from.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

At this moment, he finally understood where Wang Biao's deep-seated hatred for the scoundrel in front of him came from.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.

Jiang Peng took a deep breath.

At this moment, he finally understood where Wang Biao's deep-seated hatred for the scoundrel in front of him came from.

Seeing that Jiang Peng remained silent, Wei Zhilan grinned mischievously.

"Keep flipping through the pages, there are more recipes for spiritual cuisine! It's real spiritual cuisine, the kind that's as effective as elixirs! Not the kind where you just haphazardly cook up some spiritual ingredients or monster meat and serve it up."

Jiang Peng suppressed his curiosity and put the ancient book into his storage bag, showing no intention of returning it to Wei Zhilan.

"I think I understand why you won Elder Zhao's fortune. Tell me, what does Senior Sister want?"

"Let's open a restaurant, right on Yingke Peak," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "I've figured it out. Cheating and swindling won't last long. I need a legitimate source of income."

Yingke Peak is part of the outer sect of Cangshan Sect. At the top of the peak is a small market, which is used for trading by sect disciples and is also responsible for welcoming and seeing off visitors.

"I have no capital and no business acumen, so I'm leaving this to you... 40/60 split of the shares."

A cookbook might not be of much use to others, but once Jiang Peng read it, she couldn't bear to put it down.

Jiang Peng feigned surprise and said, "Spiritual cooking is unwanted among miscellaneous arts, yet Senior Sister wants to take a 40% stake just by having a Spiritual Cooking Notebook?"

Wei Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, "Forty percent? Forty percent is for you, I want sixty percent!"

Jiang Peng immediately took out the ancient book again, stuffed it into Wei Zhilan's hand, and then made a gesture to see her out.

"Farewell, senior sister. There's no need to mention this matter again."

Wei Zhilan was quite decisive; she accepted the ancient book and turned to leave without uttering a single word of entreaty.

Jiang Peng stood there watching the woman's back, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was seething with resentment.

"I have to stay calm and not let this scoundrel get the better of me," Jiang Peng thought to himself.

The expected concessions from Wei Zhilan did not materialize; she left Biwu Peak with remarkable decisiveness.

That evening, Jiang Peng gathered all the ingredients and made the spices recorded on the first page of the Spirit Chef's Notes.