Chapter 6

The next day, early in the morning.

After finishing her grooming and putting on a veil, Xiaoyan Yu and her excited brother Xiaolong walked out of the General's Mansion. The mansion was located in the heart of the Imperial Capital, and as soon as they stepped out, they were greeted by a bustling street filled with the sounds of traffic and people.

Despite the noise outside, the General's Mansion remained quiet and peaceful. This was due to the noise-reducing formations that the architect had specially carved into the mansion's foundation.

Xiaoyan Yu rarely left the General's Mansion because she was well aware of the attraction her appearance held for men. Once, when she went out without a veil, it caused a traffic jam in the Imperial Capital and led to several fights among the wealthy and idle. Since then, she rarely went out, and when she did, she always wore a veil.

As the Xiaos walked out of the mansion and turned a corner, they faced a noisy street lined with vendors selling all sorts of snacks, the aroma of fried foods wafting through the air.

Fried foods like these were something that cultivators like Xiaolong and Xiaoyan Yu would never deign to eat. Such foods, cooked in low-quality oil, contained many toxic substances. Cultivators practiced to purify their bodies and expel impurities, and eating such foods would only increase the impurities in their bodies.

Therefore, cultivators had very high standards for their diet, especially the quality of their food.

Fried rice, strictly speaking, was also considered a type of junk food. However, Xiaolong had found a breakthrough opportunity because of a bowl of fried rice. If this wasn't a coincidence, then there must be something special about the fried rice Xiaolong mentioned.

The possibility of a coincidence was very low, as Xiaolong had been stuck at the Second Rank Warrior level for a long time, almost to the point where coincidences no longer applied to him. Therefore, it was highly likely that Xiaolong's breakthrough was closely related to the fried rice...

This was one of the things that piqued Xiaoyan Yu's curiosity. Could the fried rice really be as miraculous as Xiaolong claimed?

"Hey! Isn't that our Young Master Long? Where are you planning to go to recite poetry today?"

Just as the Xiaos were lost in their thoughts, an extremely discordant voice interrupted their musings.

Xiaolong's handsome face darkened as he looked towards the man who had spoken so frivolously.

The man was dressed in a colorful robe, his chest exposed, holding a paper fan, his face oily, and his eyes narrow and sly, looking very lecherous.

This man was none other than the only son of the Qingfeng Empire's Minister of Finance... Sun Qixiang!

A notorious playboy in the Imperial Capital.

"Sun Qixiang! I don't have time to play with you today, get lost!" Xiaolong, though effeminate in appearance, still exuded a certain intimidating presence when angry.

However, Sun Qixiang was not intimidated. He shrugged his shoulders, squinted his eyes, and stared at the veiled figure beside Xiaolong. Suddenly, his narrow eyes widened as if he had discovered a new continent!

"Wow! It's actually Miss Yan Yu! This humble servant greets you."

Clearly, Sun Qixiang had recognized Xiaoyan Yu, and he was no longer composed. His dream goddess was right in front of him, and he felt he had to make a move to live up to his reputation as a playboy.

"Move aside." Xiaoyan Yu said coldly, her words few.

Sun Qixiang shrugged his shoulders, intending to chat a bit more, but when he met Xiaoyan Yu's icy, terrifying gaze, he shivered, remembering her formidable strength.

The cultivation system of the Coiled Dragon Continent, after tens of thousands of years of development, had become very rigorous.

Everyone on the Coiled Dragon Continent practiced cultivation, from the elderly to the young. Cultivation had become an integral part of every household, but due to differences in talent, the achievements in cultivation varied.

Cultivators were divided into nine ranks:

First Rank Warrior, Second Rank Warrior, Third Rank Warrior, Fourth Rank Spirit Warrior, Fifth Rank King Warrior, Sixth Rank Emperor Warrior, Seventh Rank Saint Warrior, Eighth Rank God Warrior, Ninth Rank Supreme Warrior.

Above the Ninth Rank was the Tenth Rank, but that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Xiaoyan Yu, a talented beauty of the Imperial Capital, had already reached the Fourth Rank Spirit Warrior at the age of eighteen, far surpassing her brother Xiaolong.

Even the Great General Xiaomeng often lamented that if Xiaoyan Yu were a man, it would be even better.

Sun Qixiang, a mere playboy, had only just reached the Third Rank Warrior at the age of twenty-something. However, being a Third Rank Warrior, he was fearless against Xiaolong, but facing the Fourth Rank Spirit Warrior Xiaoyan Yu, he knew when to back down.

Xiaolong snorted coldly and followed Xiaoyan Yu, who had already walked far ahead. The two quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Sun Qixiang touched his cheek, narrowed his eyes to a slit, and whispered something to a lackey, who then quickly left. Sun Qixiang shrugged his shoulders, chuckled slyly, and followed in the direction where Xiaolong and Xiaoyan Yu had disappeared.

...

Stephan awoke naturally and leisurely opened the door of his restaurant.

The big black dog was still lying at the door, lazily glancing at Stephan with its dog eyes before continuing to lie down.

"Need to sell a hundred servings of fried rice, ten plates of stir-fried vegetables, or ten plates of dry noodles within seven days... System, do you think it's possible to achieve such a sales miracle in this remote little restaurant?" Stephan dragged a chair to the door, leaned back, and mentally debated with the system.

"Boy! You are destined to be the culinary god at the top of the food chain in this fantasy world. Have confidence in your culinary skills; you will conquer the world!" The system seriously and earnestly served up a bowl of motivational soup.

Stephan rolled his eyes. Before conquering the world, he might as well enjoy the sun first.

The warm sunlight made the just-awakened Stephan feel drowsy again.

"Boss! I'm back! I've fallen in love with your fried rice!"

Just as Stephan was about to doze off, he was startled awake by a high-pitched voice. He looked up expressionlessly and saw the effeminate young man from yesterday.

Hmm? There's someone else with him, wearing a veil, but Stephan immediately recognized her as a woman! She had a very nice figure, with a curvaceous body...

Xiaoyan Yu frowned, looking around the small restaurant that Xiaolong had brought her to. Could this remote, little-visited restaurant really make the miraculous fried rice that Xiaolong had described?

"Are you the owner of this restaurant?" Xiaoyan Yu asked, her voice as beautiful as a bird's song, clear and melodious.

"Yep." Stephan nodded calmly.

Xiaoyan Yu said nothing more and entered the small restaurant. The restaurant was very clean, and when her delicate fingers touched the table, there was no dust. The environment was warm and cozy, which made Xiaoyan Yu quite satisfied.

The restaurant was small and located in a remote area, but the decoration was thoughtful and warm, and the hygiene was excellent.

After looking around, Xiaoyan Yu's gaze fell on the menu board in the center of the restaurant. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes flashed with surprise.

"Really, as Xiaolong said, a bowl of fried rice costs one yuan crystal? Oh, the enhanced version of fried rice costs ten yuan crystals?! Is this guy crazy?!"

"Boss, there wasn't an enhanced version of fried rice yesterday. Why is there one today?" Xiaolong also looked surprised at the sky-high price of the enhanced fried rice.

"Oh, I forgot to write it down yesterday. But let me remind you, to order the enhanced version of fried rice, you need to be at least a Third Rank Warrior. Otherwise, you don't qualify." Stephan yawned and said expressionlessly.

Eating fried rice had a cultivation requirement? Xiaoyan Yu's interest was piqued. She suddenly became very curious about the enhanced version of fried rice.

"Xiaolong, how many yuan crystals do you have?" Xiaoyan Yu asked Xiaolong.

Xiaolong was taken aback and replied, "Ten."

"Good." Xiaoyan Yu nodded in satisfaction, and with a wave of her hand, a sachet embroidered with peonies appeared in her hand.

"Boss, one enhanced version of fried rice." Xiaoyan Yu said calmly.

"Sure, please wait a moment." Stephan was delighted to hear that she had actually ordered the enhanced version of fried rice, but he kept his expression neutral, maintaining his cool and aloof image as a male chef in front of the beauty.

Xiaolong, on the other hand, looked utterly dejected, with a face that said he had nothing left to live for, and he looked at Xiaoyan Yu with a grievance.

Stephan turned to head into the kitchen, but suddenly, a disdainful "tsk tsk" sound from the door made him stop.

"Tsk tsk tsk! The first beauty of the Qingfeng Empire, actually coming to a remote little restaurant to eat a bowl of fried rice? Ha, that's hilarious!"

Sun Qixiang shrugged his shoulders, swaying his head as he entered the restaurant.

"Miss Yan Yu, do you really like fried rice? Fine! I'll treat you! Boss, ten bowls of fried rice first, and more if needed!"