Chapter 18: A Great Cultivator At The Thirteenth Level Is Washing The Bowls
"Uncle Wang."
As he walked back, he encountered Uncle Wang who was sending food to the Rain Listening Pavilion. Seeing this, Wen Ping quickly hastened his steps to take over the wooden tray from Uncle Wang.
Woof!
Woof!
The mountain dog Haha spun in circles around Wen Ping, and Wen Ping could only stretch out his hand to rub its head.
Uncle Wang said in a hoarse voice, "Sect leader, it’s time to eat."
"Uncle Wang. In the future, there’s no need for you to specially bring the food over to me. You can simply leave the food in the kitchen, and I’ll head there to eat when I’m hungry. Two days later, when I have some time, I will head down the mountain and get two maids here. At that time, you won’t have to be so weary."
As the sound of Wen Ping’s voice faded, Uncle Wang suddenly drew in a deep breath and shook his head. He then said, "Sect leader, please do not do this. This old man is already over ninety years old, I truly cannot ’digest’ two prostitutes. If the sect leader cares for me, it’s enough to just find me an old companion."
"Eh..."
Wen Ping truly didn’t know how to reply to Uncle Wang’s words.
His hearing had deteriorated, but why didn’t his frivolous heart age with time?
He misheard maids as prostitutes, how invincible!
"Sure, I will find an old companion for you."
Wen Ping could only reply like that. After that, he arrived outside the Rain Listening Pavilion while being lost in his thoughts.
Uncle Wang chortled. All his teeth had long since fallen out, and his lips were now curled into a radiant smile. After that, he said to Wen Ping, "Sect leader, I will have to trouble you then."
"You can actually hear this clearly?"
"This old man isn’t deaf. How could I not hear your words clearly?"
"Alright, please head back first and find a place to rest if there’s nothing on. Don’t keep yourself too busy and wait for me to hire a maid to take care of you."
Uncle Wang’s smile vanished immediately, and he hurriedly called out to Wen Ping with some melancholy in his voice. "Sect leader, you must not do so. This old man is already like a weak flickering candle flame in the wind, I truly cannot afford to enjoy one. It’s best not to hire prostitutes for me. Just finding a wife for me would do."
"Oh no, it’s here again."
Wen Ping smiled and shook his head. He then carried the wooden tray into the pavilion and after eating, he changed his clothes and prepared to head to the gravity field for cultivation.
However, just when he was about to leave, Yun Liao came.
The moment Yun Liao entered, he passed the few pieces of yellow paper in his hands to Wen Ping. Taking a few glances, Wen Ping recalled the matter from yesterday.
This was the application to raise his sect’s star-rank, as well as the required information written by Shi Hua. However, the situation of the Immortal Sect mentioned in this paper was different from reality. He truly couldn’t find any similarities.
On the paper, it was written that the Immortal Sect had over 100 disciples. Wen Ping then glanced at Yun Liao. There were merely four people including him, and one of these four was even a fish.
However, he knew that everything was nonsense, and the purpose was just to get the three month’s worth of safety.
"Elder Yun, accompany me to Cangwu City tomorrow morning. We won’t be going down the mountain this afternoon to recruit disciples."
"Sure."
Yun Liao nodded.
A random thought suddenly flashed through Wen Ping’s mind and he asked, "Elder Yun, do you know how to cook?"
"That is a trifling matter. I can be considered knowing a thing or two about it."
"Alright. I will have to trouble you to cook during these few days. Uncle Wang is almost over a hundred years old, and it is inconvenient for him to move around."
"Me, cook?"
Yun Liao started.
Other than his parents, Wen Ping was probably the first person to ask him to cook, right?
Getting him, a cultivator at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement to waste time and cook? Wasn’t this a waste of heavenly resources?
"Wait for two days. After I purchase a few maids, there’s no need to bother you then. At that time, I will give you another surprise."
"A surprise?"
"Correct. I will give you a chance to learn an inferior-grade yellow-tier arterial art."
"An inferior-grade yellow-tier arterial art!"
Yun Liao inhaled a breath of cold air. He felt like he had heard wrongly as he stared at Wen Ping.
Right now, Yun Liao’s eyes glimmered as he wanted Wen Ping to say it again. Wen Ping then nodded in assurance, confirming that what he heard wasn’t a mistake.
"Really?"
"Could it be that I’d lie to you?"
Wen Ping laughed.
Yun Liao hurriedly kept the bowl, chopsticks, and plates cleanly and stacked them on the wooden tray. Although his movements were rusty, his smile was like that of a child.
Cultivating an arterial art was something he wanted to do even in his dreams!
It was a pity that inferior-grade yellow-tier arterial arts were considered ultimate treasures of 2-stars sects. The sect leaders were the only ones who could cultivate them.
Now, as long as he cooked for two days, he would actually have such an opportunity!
"I’ll go and wash the bowls first."
Yun Liao carried the wooden tray and walked out of the Rain Listening Pavilion. He suddenly felt the impulse to do this matter well.
...
Yang Lele walked out of the house, and there was a layer of white stuff on his head. He then patted himself and caused a cloud of dust to kick up.
After that, he glanced at Zhao Qing who was cultivating outside the house and curiously asked, "Don’t tell me you didn’t sleep last night?"
"Is such a goddamn place something people can sleep in?"
A dilapidated house, a lousy mattress, and a place filled with dust. As part of the demon race, they were famous for not being picky about places to sleep in. But right now, even she was filled with extreme contempt for this place.
"No matter what, we are considered geniuses, right? Although we didn’t ask for preferential treatment, we can’t simply let ourselves be ’abused’ like this."
At this moment, Haha suddenly lifted one of its hind legs and started peeing at one of the pillars in the house.
Zhao Qing hurriedly shouted, "Look, even the dog is peeing here."
Yang Lele had a smile on his face as he spoke, "This place is indeed a little dirty. Let’s go, we will look for Elder Yun to discuss this. Although he seems cold on the surface, it is definitely easier to negotiate things with him compared to the sect leader who is always speaking about rules."
Yun Liao was after all the strongest person in the Immortal Sect, so he definitely had some power when he spoke. He should have the authority to arrange the location of their residence.
"Go."
"Sure. I will go and talk to him. If I can’t help you have a better sleeping place, I won’t be qualified as your friend!"
"You said it!"
Zhao Qing smiled. After that, she and Yang Lele strode with large steps and hurried toward the main hall.
After a period of searching, the two of them found Uncle Wang who was currently sunbathing, as well as the mountain dog Haha who had just come back from peeing.
The two of them guessed that other than Yun Liao and Wen Ping, the Immortal Sect only had one more person and a dog.
Yang Lele hesitated for a while before asking, "Uncle, can I ask if you have seen Elder Yun?"
"Who are you?"
Uncle Wang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Lele.
Yang Lele hurriedly replied, "Uncle, we are newbies that have just joined the Immortal Sect, and we have a matter to look for Elder Yun. However, we can’t find him."
"Oh, you are talking about that gigolo?"
"Gigolo?" Yang Lele helplessly smiled, but he felt that this nickname was really apt. "Right, Uncle. We are looking for him."
"He is inside there." Uncle Wang pointed at the wooden house behind him.
"Thanks, uncle."
After thanking Uncle Wang, Yang Lele pushed the door open and entered. After taking two steps forward, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
Chopping board!
Vegetable knife!
Chopped chili peppers!
And also golden corn!
Wasn’t this place the kitchen?
Zhao Qing couldn’t help but ask after seeing this scene. "Were we lied to by Uncle Wang?"
"That should be impossible, right?"
Yang Lele took another two steps forward and looked skeptically at the person squatting in the corner. He couldn’t help but mumble to himself, "This back view really looks like Elder Yun. Eh, it’s really him! Elder Yun, we would like to discuss something with you. Could you give us some time?"
When Yun Liao heard someone calling him, he turned over and faced them, with a bowl and a wiping cloth in his hands.
Looking at this scene, Yang Lele was shocked. He stumbled and almost fell. "What’s this situation?"
A cultivator at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement was doing dishes in the kitchen!
An ordinary person was sunbathing outside!
Who would believe this if he said it?
Compared to needing to do stuff done by servants, Yang Lele suddenly felt that he had received preferential treatment. He then spoke to Zhao Qing at the side, "I feel that the place we are staying at is pretty good. Let’s go to the gravity field and cultivate."
"Mn, let’s cultivate. I’ll pack the house and clean it this afternoon." Zhao Qing nodded and followed him.
[1] the chinese term for gigolo can also be translated as ’small white/fair face. Uncle Wang is making a reference to Yun Liao’s fair face.