Chapter 13: Why Is the Difference So Great?

As soon as Ryan saw the young man in front of him, he suddenly understood: "Truly worthy of being the [Person Endowed with Great Fortune] recognized by the supernatural power of causality...

"The person is still the same, the face is still the same, but the temperament is completely different from before!"

Before the assessment of the Preaching Stele began, Chu Shaobai had introduced three people to Ryan, leaving a deep impression on him.

Look at this young man in front of him!

Clearly dressed as an ordinary registered disciple, but he was full of heroic spirit, with a tall and straight figure like a green pine.

His face was delicate yet resolute, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a deep and profound gaze. Between his eyebrows, there was a calmness and decisiveness that surpassed his age.

Ryan started the conversation with small talk: "I remember you, the Champion Marquis of the Diting Dynasty."

"At such a young age, you have achieved great things and expanded the territory with your own abilities and were ennobled for your military exploits!"

"I am Ryan. I really admire people like you."

"Let's be friends!"

He also got straight to the point without any hesitation.

To put it bluntly, Ryan had made this trip specifically to form a good karma with Fenrir Howe, who was like a dragon returning to the sea after embarking on the path of cultivation, and double his debt repayment efficiency.

If he could be recognized by the other party and truly become friends with him...

Then, according to the hint given by the [Supernatural Power of Causality], his debt repayment efficiency could soar to eighteen times!

"Actually, you don't need to introduce yourself."

Fenrir Howe didn't respond directly. Instead, he looked at the two young men who had come to visit with a complex expression, full of sighs: "Who doesn't know the name of Ryan, the only true disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak?"

"As for Chu Shaobai, the eldest son of the Chu family in Qinghe..."

"At the Preaching Stele, he also left a rather deep impression on me."

Fenrir Howe, who had just had a long dream, had obtained an incredible encounter in that hazy dream.

He was definitely not willing to expose this secret to anyone.

The experience accumulated in the dream made Fenrir Howe couldn't help but become vigilant and subconsciously be on guard against the two uninvited guests.

Although he was on guard in his heart, he didn't show it on his face.

Even, he took the initiative to say: "The two of you have come to my humble abode. I have just arrived and have nothing valuable."

"Only this pot of freshly cooked rice to entertain the honored guests."

"I only hope that the two of you won't dislike this simple meal and find it hard to swallow."

Fenrir Howe's words were impeccable, quietly showing the experience in dealing with people that he had accumulated during the hundred years of wasted time in the dream.

Chu Shaobai couldn't detect anything unusual.

He just carelessly took the initiative to serve the rice: "You're a nice person. Coincidentally, I haven't had breakfast and I'm hungry now!"

"Thank you for the hospitality!"

Registered disciples could get five catties of Yellow Millet Spirit Rice every month. Fenrir Howe had directly steamed a whole catty for this pot.

The jade - like rice grains expanded when heated by water. After being cooked, there were three catties, just enough to share!

Ryan, however, acutely noticed the transformation of Fenrir Howe.

If the former Champion Marquis was a sharp sword with its edge fully exposed, then...

Now he was a sword with its sharp edge hidden in the scabbard, equally sharp but more restrained and calm.

He saw through it but didn't expose it!

Taking a full bowl of corn - like grains with a faint white smoke from Chu Shaobai, Ryan didn't say a word. He just silently picked up his chopsticks and started to eat.

Although this yellow and shiny rice was not some kind of panacea, it was also one of the three most widely planted basic spirit rices in Xuanji Cave Heaven.

It was on a par with Red Jade Spirit Rice and Water Marsh Spirit Rice, each with its own wonderful uses, far superior to the grains and fine flours in the mortal world.

The greatest characteristic of Yellow Millet Spirit Rice was that it contained no impurities at all!

Taking it as a daily ration for consumption could not only ensure an adequate supply of energy and nutrition but also be completely digested and absorbed, and no impurities or toxins would accumulate in the body.

Even if one ate it three times a day for several months, there would be no feces produced in the intestines.

In this way, even an ordinary person without any cultivation would benefit greatly from taking Yellow Millet Spirit Rice and would not accumulate toxins in the body due to food problems.

Thus, one could stay away from diseases.

There were thousands of ways in the path of immortal cultivation. There were also many versions of the [Fasting Pill] that could make a person not feel hungry or thirsty for months after taking one.

One of the formulas for the Fasting Pill used Yellow Millet Rice as one of the main ingredients.

Ryan ate silently.

The taste of the rice was refreshing but not bland, gently caressing the taste buds. Even if one ate it without any side dishes, one could feel satisfied.

It could only be said that his taste buds had not been spoiled yet.

Compared with the various takeaways full of "technology and ruthlessness" on Earth, the food in this world had never let him down.

"Making friends."

Fenrir Howe picked up his chopsticks and numbly put the rice grains into his mouth, not tasting the flavor.

He quietly observed the two guests, his thoughts turning a thousand times.

Although he still couldn't understand Ryan's behavior, but...

Looking at Chu Shaobai, who was wolfing down the food, Fenrir Howe's vigilance decreased slightly.

He had been too deeply influenced by that [Future Dream].

One moment he was worried that the secret of the dream would be exposed, and the next moment he was suspicious of whether others wanted to take advantage of him and whether there were any plots and traps waiting for him.

After a little recollection, Fenrir Howe felt relieved.

People like Chu Shaobai were the same as himself. What value could he have for others to take advantage of?

After all, it was just that he had good enough luck to catch Ryan's eye at the right time and place.

As for Ryan...

As the only true disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak, with such a noble status, he should be surrounded by people like the stars surrounding the moon. But unexpectedly, he was so simple and unassuming.

In Fenrir Howe's opinion, Ryan was a person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He lacked experience in communicating with people, but he was sincere in nature. Whatever came to his mind, he would directly express it, without too many tricks.

Perhaps...

It was precisely because Ryan was so pure and sincere that he had the heaven-defying comprehension ability of [Instantly Understanding the Way and Achieving Success in an Instant]?

Although Fenrir Howe had an encounter and had a dream of golden millet, when it came to comparing talent and comprehension with Ryan, he was not as good.

Thinking like this, Fenrir Howe's resistance to the two guests decreased greatly.

Before long, the three of them finished a simple meal.

Fenrir Howe said: "As a registered disciple, I must cultivate the fields every day and open up fertile land. I have a sect task and cannot refuse."

"I'm going to set off soon."

This was a subtle way of expressing the meaning of seeing off the guests.

Ryan understood but pretended to be slow - witted and said: "I heard that for friends, there should be exchanges to maintain the friendship."

"You treated me to a meal. I'll help you cultivate the fields for a day."

Not only to experience life but also to establish friendship through joint labor.

Chu Shaobai was about to lift his foot and leave. Hearing this, he forced himself to stop and echoed: "Well, come to think of it, the sect tasks that registered disciples and outer disciples can undertake also have similarities."

"I'll come and help too!

"Participating in farming can also accumulate some experience in spiritual plant cultivation. It's beneficial and harmless to me!

"Perhaps you don't know..."

"The Yellow Millet Spirit Rice, Red Jade Spirit Rice, and Water Marsh Spirit Rice that registered disciples work hard to cultivate are mainly used to brew spirit wine."

"Those three kinds of spirit wine are exactly the specialties of our Drunken Immortal Peak. They are of good quality and low price and are quite famous in the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

The words of refusal were on the tip of Fenrir Howe's tongue, but he chewed them up and swallowed them back into his stomach.

It was obvious that Chu Shaobai was just making up an excuse casually.

Ryan's behavior, however, had a reasonable motive and was very much in line with his character.

Back then, Chu Shaobai had just casually shared some information, and he had spent five days helping Chu Shaobai solve his doubts.

This showed that Ryan had his principles.

"Okay!"

Unable to decline the kind offer, Fenrir Howe walked towards the spiritual field assigned to him with the two of them.

He thought to himself: "This true disciple is a very practical person..."

Ryan didn't ignore the existence of ordinary disciples just because he had reached the top of the cloud as soon as he entered the immortal sect.

Thinking carefully, Ryan had chosen him among many registered disciples.

Essentially, it was the same reason as he had chosen Chu Shaobai among many outer disciples.

It could all be regarded as "cultivating a team".

Perhaps Ryan hadn't thought too much and was just acting on instinct.

Even so, he had made the most correct choice.

As the only true disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak, Ryan would surely inherit the position of the peak master in the future!

And in Fenrir Howe's dream...

In the Azure Hill Blessed Land, which was as famous as Xuanji Cave Heaven among the top ten immortal sects, there was a lucky person with a status like Ryan's. He was promoted from the only true disciple to the master of a peak.

Because that person had no understanding of the lives of the bottom disciples and didn't know the hardships of the people, he even said something ridiculous like "If you don't have spirit stones, why not take pills to cultivate".

That person made one stupid move after another. In the end, the reputation and power of the immortal peak under his rule declined greatly and never recovered.

While thinking, the three of them arrived at the spiritual field assigned to Fenrir Howe.

Ordinary soil couldn't support the growth of spirit rice at all. After just one planting, the fertile land would be drained of nutrients by the spirit rice and turn into dry sand and gravel.

The spirit rice would also fail to ear and mature due to insufficient nutrients.

Therefore, all these spiritual fields were mixed with medicine dregs and spirit mine residues as fertilizers to enhance the soil fertility.

The soil of such artificial spiritual fields was as black as if it had been poured with ink and was very firm.

Even a strong old ox would be exhausted to death if it plowed half an acre of land!

At least a cultivator at the first level of Spirit Nurturing had to release spiritual power and attach it to the farming tools to be able to do this kind of work.

Fenrir Howe originally thought that since they were all at the same realm, the cultivation efficiency should not be much different.

But he soon realized that he was wrong.

Terribly wrong!

When he and Chu Shaobai were so tired that their hearts were beating fast, panting heavily, and their spiritual power was almost exhausted, Ryan still looked calm and composed.

This person doing farm work didn't look like a farmer facing the loess and back to the sky. Instead, he looked more like [a noble relative of the emperor who was sharing the hardships with the people].

If Ryan had been slacking off all the time, that would be one thing. But...

After the cultivation was over, Fenrir Howe compared the results and was surprised to find...

With the same farming tools, the spiritual field cultivated by Ryan was even more than the sum of his and Chu Shaobai's!

Before a cultivator tore off the face of friendship, there was no need to fight and kill to distinguish superiority and inferiority.

The details could reveal the truth!

Fenrir Howe was confused and couldn't help but ask: "We are both at the first level of Spirit Nurturing. Why is the difference so great?!"