Chapter 809 - 243: [Neighbor Old Wang]_2
His words were spoken in a very casual manner, carrying the tone of idle chat.
But Chen Yan didn’t mind this atmosphere; instead, he felt a bit of closeness.
However...
Since when do cultivators eat breakfast?
Ever since Chen Yan came to this Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, he’d been living in the courtyard of the Outer Yard’s prospective disciples for days, and the sect only delivered food once a day.
As for cultivators, the higher the cultivation, the less they need to consume food.
As cultivation and realm increase, the level of bodily transformation also elevates. With daily operation of Primordial Qi, integrating Primordial Qi Entering the Body, the nourishment brought by Primordial Qi can fulfill all energy needs of the body.
Only cultivators with slightly lower realms, because their cultivation is insufficient, are unable to supplement all the body’s energy needs with Primordial Qi, thus requiring minimal daily intake.
Even for prospective disciples of the Outer Yard, eating once a day is sufficient.
While high-level cultivators eat, it’s not for energy needs but purely for pleasure.
Chen Yan thought it over; the invitation was kindly meant, and they’d be neighbors in the future, so it would be impolite not to accept.
"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Wang."
Chen Yan smiled, casually took a white porcelain bowl from his Storage Jade Pendant, and followed Old Wang to the stove.
Old Wang glanced at the white porcelain bowl in Chen Yan’s hand and commented with a smile, "That’s a nice bowl you have."
Understanding immediately, Chen Yan casually retrieved a stack of bowls from the pendant: "I have plenty of these, I’ll leave them in the yard for everyone to use."
Old Wang laughed heartily, lifted the pot lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.
Chen Yan originally wasn’t hungry, but upon smelling the aroma, his throat involuntarily rolled.
With a few stirs of the spoon in the pot, Old Wang turned and said to Chen Yan with a smile, "Hand over your bowl."
Then, he filled a spoonful to the brim and poured it into Chen Yan’s bowl.
Chen Yan squinted at the bowl of porridge, seeing several pieces of meat of unknown origin floating inside—clearly not sliced, but likely torn by hand.
Moreover, it seemed that the blood hadn’t been properly drained when slaughtered, giving the cooked meat a slightly dark hue.
And the porridge wasn’t made from rice.
Each grain was round, resembling barley, and a large pot was fully boiled.
Chen Yan took a sip and tasted; the texture wasn’t as hard as barley, but delightfully soft and sticky.
"While wandering in the mountains, I found a patch of wild Primordial Treasure Grass and saw the Primordial Treasure Grains were ripe, so I picked some.
Unfortunately, there isn’t much wild Primordial Treasure Grass in the mountains. I spent two days effort just to gather a bagful."
Old Wang mentioned it casually while he also served himself a bowl, then lazily squatted in front of Chen Yan, holding the bowl with both hands, sipping mouthful after mouthful as he rotated the bowl’s rim.
Chen Yan found the meat porridge delightfully savory, especially those hand-torn meat pieces; chewy and not tough, slightly elastic, and the flavor intensified as he chewed...
Both the Primordial Treasure Grains and the meat pieces tasted infused with abundant Primordial Qi.
Chen Yan enjoyed it so much; before long, a whole bowl was finished. He couldn’t help but ask, "Senior Brother, what meat is this?"
Old Wang chuckled, lowered his voice, and deliberately glanced at the courtyard gate before turning back to Chen Yan with a low laugh.
"On the Immortal Mountain, those Inner Sect’s spiritual cranes occasionally land on the ground, frolicking in the mountains, and some of the wild and naughty ones linger for days, seeking mundane birds in the mountains to mate.
Me? When I see them, and I’m craving, I seize the opportunity..."
What a character!
Spiritual crane meat!
Chen Yan couldn’t help but stiffen his face.
"Junior Brother, don’t spread this around! You enjoyed the meat too." Old Wang chuckled, his old eyes showing a mix of folksy mischievousness.
"..."
Chen Yan glared at the old man but fiercely grabbed the bowl: "I must have more!"
"Ha! Junior Brother, you’re indeed great." Old Wang generously handed over the spoon, "Don’t worry, there are hundreds of spiritual cranes on the Immortal Mountain in the Inner Sect, all free-range, a couple missing here and there and usually no one bothers to check."
Then he whispered, "These spiritual cranes are bred from mating with blazing birds, naturally having fire attributes.
Living in this damp ghost place, eating spiritual crane meat can dispel moisture, which is good for the body."
Chen Yan said nothing, just continued to gulp down the savory meat porridge.
Though in his heart, he formed some judgments about his neighbor, Senior Brother Wang.
A seasoned loafer within the sect.
Lacking cultivation talent, no bright future, just drifting through life.
Chen Yan considered it and smiled: "I can’t just drink Senior Brother’s porridge for free."
He finished speaking, retrieving a piece of hunted beast meat—a Fierce Beast Race meat from the Evil Land Mountain—from the Storage Jade Pendant—dried.
No less than five or six pounds, handing it to Senior Brother Wang.
"This is a token of gratitude, also bearing fire-yang properties, great for dispelling cold and moisture."
Old Wang accepted the dried meat, examined it carefully, then looked at Chen Yan, his eyes revealing a deeper smile.
"Junior Brother is quite extraordinary. This is hunted beast meat from the Fierce Beast Race’s territory, right? You’ve been to the Evil Land Mountain?"
Chen Yan smiled: "Spent some days at the Snow Cliff Pass before."
Old Wang nodded: "Looks like Junior Brother is quite a resolute person."
He scrutinized the dried meat again and said, "This is good stuff. I’ll find some seasoning later, slice this dried meat into pieces, steam a pot, and enjoy it with rice boiled from Primordial Treasure Grains, most fitting!"