I, Ni Yu, Want to Cultivate Immortality!

 Lu Fan couldn't help but feel amused. His father's change of heart was too fast.

 However, the taste of spiritual energy can only be experienced first-hand.

 The deeper the cultivation of a martial artist, the more they feel the significance of spiritual energy. Its appearance is equivalent to a new dawn and hope for those who have touched the limits of martial arts.

 It is a sublimation of the level of cultivation.

 "Father, although spiritual energy is good, it is necessary to completely grasp and integrate it. Rushing too much spiritual energy at once will not be beneficial and will hinder the advancement of cultivation. It's like forcing the growth of a seedling."

 "Just like Ningjie, if she could completely grasp a wisp of spiritual energy, she could have single-handedly fought against four grandmasters under the city yesterday. But Ningjie's control over spiritual energy is too rough, only when two strands of spiritual energy merge into Qi Dan, can she barely achieve the feat of fighting against four."

 Lu Fan said.

 "For a long time to come, I will not provide any assistance to Ningjie unless she completely masters those two strands of spiritual energy."

 Ningzhao, who stood behind Lu Fan, revealed a trace of embarrassment.

 "Thank you for your guidance, Young Master," she said.

 She was indeed unsatisfied with her performance yesterday.

 Lu Changkong pondered and felt the spiritual energy in his dantian. Only then did he truly understand the power of this energy.

 "Makes sense. Man can conquer nature. Spiritual energy, like blood and qi, is a force that needs to be controlled."

 Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

 After all, he was an old grandmaster, and his understanding of martial arts far surpassed that of Ningzhao.

 "So, Father... what do you think about me building my own power?"

 Lu Fan's eyes gleamed as he spoke.

 Lu Changkong was taken aback, then smiled lightly.

 He looked at Lu Fan deeply.

 Could it be that this kid really wants to build his own power just for self-protection?

 "What do you need?"

 Lu Changkong asked.

 With a slight smile on his lips, Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair, one hand supporting his chin and the other resting on the woolen blanket on his thighs.

 "I don't need much, just a piece of land and a building."

 Lu Changkong narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, "I don't have any land. As the Lord of the city, I live a simple life. Where would I get land for you?"

 "However, the Chen family has a piece of land to the east of the city. You can go and ask them, maybe you can rent it."

 Lu Fan's words made Lu Changkong chuckle. His eyes gleamed, knowing that it was time to settle scores with the three major clans who had conspired with Dantai Xuan against the Lu family and the Great Zhou Dynasty.

 Those people from the three major clans had mocked him so happily in the past.

 It had caused a serious blow to Lu Fan's spirit.

 Now, it was time for Lu Fan to demand some compensation for his mental trauma.

 "Fanyu, do you want me to transfer a team of city guards to you?"

 Lu Changkong thought for a moment. If Lu Fan wanted to build his own power, how could there be no one to help him?

 "No need, my power lies in quality, not quantity."

 Lu Fan chuckled and instructed Ningzhao to push him away.

 Iyue and Ni Yu hurriedly followed.

 "Oh, by the way, Father, make a copy of your Blood Moving Technique manual for me. It will be of great use to me."

 Lu Fan's voice came from a distance.

 With his hands behind his back, Lu Changkong watched Lu Fan being pushed away in a wheelchair until he disappeared around the corner. His eyes were filled with unpredictable brilliance.

 "Fairy destiny, spiritual energy..."

 "This world... is truly going to be chaotic."

 ...

 Ningzhao pushed Lu Fan out of the Lu residence.

 Ni Yu held an umbrella and jogged to shade Lu Fan.

 Suddenly, she hesitated as if she wanted to say something.

 "Young Master..."

 Lu Fan, who was resting in his wheelchair, opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Ni Yu. A musical note escaped from his nostrils.

 "Hmm?"

 Ni Yu's flat chest subtly rose and fell, then she seemed to have made up her mind.

 "I, Ni Yu, want to cultivate immortality with you!"

 She felt that if she didn't strive for progress, she might not even qualify to be a servant of the Young Master.

 "Oh?"

 Lu Fan didn't expect Ni Yu to have such aspirations.

 Ningzhao and Iyue were also surprised.

 "You want to cultivate immortality with me, but your martial arts are weak, your talents are lacking, and you're lazy. What are you good at?" Lu Fan asked with a smile.

 Ni Yu held the umbrella, her face turning red.

 Lu Fan's words struck a chord in her heart.

 But after hesitating for a while, she couldn't think of anything she was good at.

 In the end...

 She pouted and said, "Young Master... I, I... I'm good at eating!"

 Lu Fan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

 Iyue and Ningzhao couldn't help but smile and cover their mouths.

 Ni Yu felt defeated by their laughter.

 Land Fan laughed for a while and stretched out his slender hand to mess up Ni Yu's head.

"Eating is a blessing, don't worry, in the future, I will take you, eating while cultivating." 

Ni Yu's eyes immediately lit up.

After leaving the Lu Mansion, Ling Zhao pushed Land Fan slowly on the official road.

"Master, where are we going now?"

Ling Zhao's words were gentle as water, gently asking Land Fan.

"Are we going to the mansions of the three major aristocratic families?"

Yi Yue also chimed in.

However, Land Fan shook his head lazily.

"We are going to find a butcher shop."

Land Fan lowered his head and played with his delicate fingers, saying lightly.

A butcher shop?

Upon hearing Land Fan's words, Ling Zhao was suddenly stunned. She suspected that she might have misheard. Wasn't the master supposed to go to the mansions of the three major aristocratic families to confront them?

Why did it become going to a butcher shop?

"Master... Do you want to eat pork?!"

When Ni Yu heard about the butcher shop, her eyes instantly lit up.

When it came to food, she understood it the most.

"No, we're going to the butcher shop to find someone." Land Fan smirked.

"Master, there are many pork shops in Beiluo City. Which pork shop are you looking for? The one in the east, west, or south of the city? There are also several pork shops in the market. Which one are you referring to?" Ni Yu chattered.

Land Fan glanced expressionlessly at Ni Yu, who suddenly became extremely excited.

"You talk too much."

"Lead the way."

"If you lead us to the wrong shops, you will be responsible for our meals for the next few days."

Ni Yu: "..."

Master... Is he a devil?!

Didn't he say that it's a blessing to be able to eat?

Seeing Ni Yu's skeptical expression, Ling Zhao and Yi Yue couldn't help but burst into laughter.

...

"Boss, give me half a catty of meat, minced. I'm going to make dumplings for my wife at home tonight."

A laborer wearing coarse clothes shouted with a smile.

Pieces of red and white pork were hanging on the hooks in the butcher shop, neat and strict, like a forest of meat.

Behind the butcher shop, there were two people sitting on small wooden stools, waiting for customers.

One was a middle-aged man wearing a heavily soiled apron.

The other was a child with a big head, looking like he was four or five years old.

"Shuang'er, stand aside."

When there were customers, the middle-aged man stood up and turned his head to speak to the child.

The big-headed child nodded obediently, his big eyes blinking. In this forest of bloody pork, he looked out of place.

Clang.

The heavy cleaver on the chopping board spun rapidly as the middle-aged man flicked his finger. A cold, fishy wind rose.

A piece of pork was shaved off without the man weighing it, as if he had already determined its weight. He scraped off the skin, removed the pig hair and residual blood without hesitation.

The gleaming blade was dazzling.

Dadadada...

Only the sound of fast-paced chopping could be heard.

Soon, the pork was chopped into small pieces. The man brushed the side of the knife against a lotus leaf, wrapped the minced pork in it, tied it up, and directly threw the neatly cut pork to the customer, completing the transaction.

Afterward, the man slammed the cleaver onto the chopping board, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked towards the big-headed boy.

The customer took the pork, weighed it, and left.

"Dad, another customer is here."

The big-headed boy suddenly pointed to the distance and said in a childish voice.

The man's body trembled.

He quickly turned his head.

The wheels of the wheelchair rubbed against the slightly sticky ground, making a strange sound, similar to the sound of chewing sticky rice cake.

The man instinctively protected the big-headed boy, and a sense of vigilance overflowed from his weathered, story-filled eyes.

"Finally found one of the six pork shops in Beiluo City..."

A faint voice floated over.

Then, on the wheelchair covered with a woolen blanket, a peerlessly beautiful maid pushed a young boy to the front of the butcher shop.

On the wheelchair, the young boy touched the blanket with his hand and smiled at the middle-aged man.

"Disciple who was abandoned by the Dao Sect, Nie Changqing... is it you?"

The young boy said to the middle-aged man who protected the big-headed boy.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of murderous intent surged from his body.

"Oh, look... Finally found the right place."

The young boy tilted his head and smiled lightly.

Behind the butcher shop, Nie Changqing, who was protecting the big-headed boy, was filled with the aura of death.

"Are you sent by the Dao Sect?"

"After all these years... they still won't let go of me and my son."

Nie Changqing's voice became hoarse, filled with bitterness and indignation.

His large palm had already reached the handle of the thick meat cleaver on the chopping board, and the veins were bulging.

Land Fan, sitting on the wheelchair, listened to Nie Changqing's words, his lips curled slightly, and he propped up his chin with one hand, raising an eyebrow.

"The Dao Sect sent me?"

"Heh, are they worthy?"