Chapter 70

"?? What are you doing? It’s not time to eat yet, I’ll call you later," Bu Zheng said casually while stir-frying the bright green vegetables.

"It’s not about eating right now. Tell me, do you know the Qingyun Sword Technique?" Xiu Ying looked at Bu Zheng, her expression a mix of anticipation and doubt.

"Hmm, what’s the matter?" Bu Zheng nodded, scooped the vegetables into a plate, then poured oil and continued to stir-fry the next dish, iron beef with scallions.

"How did you learn the Qingyun Sword Technique? I just started learning it, and you seem very familiar with it. Don’t tell me it was that Laifu brother again." Xiu Ying thought to herself that if it was that Laifu brother, he must be incredibly strong.

"No, when I went to the ancient site with Brother Chu and the others, they used it and taught me." Bu Zheng explained. The Qingyun Sword Technique wasn’t a secret; anyone from the Qingyun Sword Sect could learn it, and no one would care who learned it or how many moves they knew.

The technique was there, whether you could learn it depended on your own ability, and whether you could master it depended on your luck and talent.

The reason Xiu Ying had only learned a few moves was because she was following a gradual learning process, starting with the easiest ones. Otherwise, attempting something too difficult would just be a waste of time.

When Bu Zheng practiced, Chu Xiong would give him some pointers, assuming Bu Zheng had already practiced it before. They all thought Bu Zheng only knew a few moves.

"I see, so who is Brother Chu?" Xiu Ying nodded, relieved that it wasn’t that Laifu brother. But who was this Brother Chu, and what was his relationship with Bu Zheng?

To be honest, Xiu Ying was a bit curious about Bu Zheng’s social circle over the past six months.

"Brother Chu is Brother Chu Xiong, he seems to be a senior from Green Ox Peak." Bu Zheng recalled and could only provide this much information; he knew only this much.

"Green Ox Peak? That’s one of the six main peaks of Qingyun, and the people there are all elites." Xiu Ying’s eyes lit up, surprised that Bu Zheng’s acquaintances were not ordinary people.

At this moment, she didn’t know that Chu Xiong was also a notable figure on Green Ox Peak; otherwise, she would have been even more surprised.

"Seems so, they are all very powerful, capable of slaying demonic beasts." Bu Zheng nodded, looking up to them. To him, Chu Xiong and the others were big shots.

"No wonder you know it, it must be because you had a high-level mentor. How many moves of the Qingyun Sword Technique have you learned?" Xiu Ying asked, her tone filled with envy.

"I don’t know, some I’m not sure about..." Bu Zheng shook his head. At the time, he just watched, not knowing which moves were part of the Qingyun Sword Technique. He just felt that they were of the same style.

"You don’t know?" Xiu Ying was confused by Bu Zheng’s words.

"No, I don’t know the names of those moves, nor do I know if they are part of the Qingyun Sword Technique." Bu Zheng replied.

"..."

Xiu Ying suddenly remembered that Bu Zheng had always practiced moves without knowing their names. Others would remember the names of the moves, but Bu Zheng never did. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember; it was just that no one explained them to him. Since he couldn’t even practice qi, practicing moves was redundant. Brother Da Hai never formally taught him, so there wasn’t much explanation.

Later, it was Xiu Ying who compared the names for him, so he knew what the moves he learned were called.

This time might be the same!

"Then show me once..."

"Wait, let’s eat first, I’m hungry." Bu Zheng nodded and continued cooking.

"Don’t eat, show me now!" Xiu Ying said.

"Show what? I’m hungry, I can’t do anything." Bu Zheng directly refused and took out the steamed rice cakes. These rice cakes were made from spirit rice, with various flavors.

Spirit rice is a type of spirit grain, which, as the name suggests, contains spiritual energy. Not only can animals absorb spiritual energy, but plants and even inanimate objects can as well.

Spirit grains are essential for cultivators and are divided into different grades. The lowest grade that Bu Zheng consumed was the one he started eating recently; he didn’t even know about it before.

The Qingyun Sword Sect wouldn’t provide spirit grains casually. Servant disciples had no chance, and outer sect disciples had to earn it. Therefore, to obtain spirit grains, one had to rely on their own efforts.

The lowest grade of spirit grains wasn’t too difficult to obtain; you could buy them if you had money. However, whether you could persist in the long run was a different matter. For ordinary rich people, this was still a challenging task.

How could a poor country boy like Bu Zheng come into contact with spirit grains? The Alchemy Peak didn’t have spirit grains, at least not in his food. He only started eating spirit grains recently when he was with Chu Xiong and the others, discovering that such things existed.

If one ate spirit grains every day, even an ordinary person could easily cultivate to the Two Meridians realm before the age of twenty. The difference in conditions was very clear, and this was just the lowest grade of spirit grains. If it were a higher grade, the difference would be even more significant, especially with the addition of elixirs and other conditions, the gap would be unimaginable.

This might be the difference between factions, not in talent but in conditions. Unless a heaven-defying figure appeared, it would be hard to change this gap.

"Spirit rice? Where did you get it?" Xiu Ying was taken aback. The aura emitted by the rice cakes surprised her. She knew they were made from spirit rice, but even she could only get a little bit through others’ generosity. It was a very precious thing. Why did Bu Zheng have it?

Bu Zheng put a piece of rice cake in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it before saying, "I got it from Brother Chu and the others, they said they have a lot."

After eating the rice cake, a faint spiritual energy spread through his body, making him feel refreshed despite its weakness.

"What did you trade for it?" Xiu Ying asked curiously.

"Just some elixirs, they’re not useful to me, but they like them." Bu Zheng replied casually, his tone very indifferent, as if the elixirs were not important.

In fact, these elixirs were not important to Bu Zheng. The pills he made were mostly useless to him, and if he needed them in the future, he could always make them again.

"So you’re stealing elixirs from here to trade? When did you become so dishonest, learning to do this?" Xiu Ying looked at Bu Zheng for a while and came to a conclusion, which was undoubtedly a misunderstanding.

However, it was easy to misunderstand. In Xiu Ying’s eyes, Bu Zheng was a clueless country boy who couldn’t do anything. The elixirs he made wouldn’t be of any use to anyone, and what others wanted must be something from the Alchemy Peak, and these things weren’t very important.

If it were something important, he wouldn’t have the nerve to steal it!

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