The golden sunlight poured over the training grounds as Xiang Yu and Li Yao continued their relentless sparring. Steel clashed against steel in a rhythmic symphony of combat, their movents growing more fluid with each exchange. Neither disciple showed any sign of yielding as the morning sun climbed higher, its rays intensifying from gentle warmth to scorching heat. Their dedication remained unwavering, sweat glistening on their brows as they pushed each other to new limits.
Only when the sun reached its zenith, signaling the lunch hour, did they finally lower their weapons. With practiced synchronization, they sheathed their blades and made their way toward the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Xiang Yu moved with a grace that hadn't been present before. His newly elevated 8th Grade cooking skill manifested in every precise movent of his hands. The knife in his grip beca an extension of himself, slicing through vegetables and at with surgical precision. Each cut was asured perfectly, each ingredient prepared with mathematical exactness that bordered on artistry.
Li Yao, initially tasked with washing vegetables, found herself transfixed by her senior brother's performance. Her hands stilled over the basin as she watched him work, srized by the professionalism. He looked like a master craftsman at work. His movents flowed with elegant efficiency, economical yet sohow beautiful in their precision.
When he slid open the lid of the final dish, steam billowed forth in fragrant clouds. The aroma spread throughout the Mountain Heart Pavilion like an invisible summons, rich and complex with layered notes that promised extraordinary flavor. Almost imdiately, the padding of footsteps announced the arrival of Elder Guo and Elder Huang, drawn by the irresistible scent.
As the dishes were arranged on the table, anticipation hung heavy in the air. The mont Elder Guo gave his customary nod of approval, everyone eagerly reached for their chopsticks, impatient to begin.
Elder Guo stared at the al before him with widening eyes. "This is..." The words died in his throat as he observed sothing extraordinary. Though not true spiritual food, the dishes possessed qualities that transcended ordinary cuisine. The ambient qi in the atmosphere seed drawn to the food, wisps of energy attaching themselves to the expertly prepared ingredients.
Unable to resist any longer, he seized his chopsticks and attacked the al with uncharacteristic haste. After clearing his plate with impressive speed, a satisfied burp escaped him. He could feel the qi from the al spreading slowly into his dantian, like gentle ripples in a pond. Though not as effective as proper cultivation, the sensation was undeniably pleasurable—his spiritual energy increasing, however marginally, simply from enjoying a al.
When Elder Huang finished her portion, her expression darkened as she stared at her empty plate. The pavilion fell silent as everyone turned toward her, confusion evident on their faces. Without warning, she rose from her seat, the sudden movent startling Elder Guo beside her. With deliberate steps, she approached Xiang Yu and stood before him.
"Martial aunt?" Xiang Yu questioned, uncertainty in his voice.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, and to everyone's shock, tears began streaming down her face. "This shi is so magnificent," she declared with emotional intensity.
Suddenly aware of her undignified display, she hastily wiped away her tears. "It seems martial nephew's cooking has achieved a breakthrough," she observed, composing herself. "It's such a pity you don't have a spiritual root, so you can't make real spiritual food." A smile spread across her face. "But I have just the solution for you."
Elder Guo stood abruptly. "You an..."
Before he could finish, she continued, "That's right, there's a spirit fire I acquired back when I was young, but I kept it since it wasn't compatible with ." Her eyes glead with enthusiasm. "After seeing your talent, I've decided you're the only person worthy of wielding this spirit fla." Fresh tears stread down her face, as though she'd finally found a worthy successor.
"Hmph, stop pretending. You just want to give it to him so he can make you spirit food," Elder Guo interjected, seeing through her motives.
"Should I not give it to him?" she snapped back sharply.
Elder Guo paused, suddenly rembering that Xiang Yu was, after all, his disciple. If the boy could make spirit food, wouldn't he, as the master, be the first to taste it? "My apologies, I have misspoken," he conceded, lowering himself back into his chair.
In his mind, laughter bubbled up at the fortuitous situation. If his disciple received a spirit fla, it would not only enhance the boy's combat abilities but also allow him to prepare spirit food for his master—a perfect demonstration of filial piety. After years of nurturing this seemingly talentless disciple, he might finally see a worthwhile return on his investnt. Elder Guo suppressed a smile, silently congratulating himself on his genius.
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"What's a spirit fla?" Li Yao asked internally, her curiosity piqued by the elders' conversation.
[You can think of them as natural treasures born from the world,] the Empress's voice echoed in her mind with scholarly precision. [Though they can be used for combat, they are mostly used for secondary professions—pill refining, artifact refining, or in your senior brother's case, cooking,] she explained.
Xiang Yu remained silent, his expression contemplative as he considered his martial aunt's unexpected proposal. Before he could fully process the implications or formulate a response, Elder Huang's enthusiasm overwheld any potential hesitation.
"I'll go bring it right away!" she exclaid, her excitent palpable as she took to the air, her figure becoming a dwindling silhouette against the azure sky.
Elder Guo rose from his seat, "Don't think too much about it and just accept it," he advised, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Your martial aunt is a researcher and possesses many valuable treasures. It would be a pity if you didn't take advantage of her generosity every once in a while." With that parting wisdom delivered, he too departed, leaving the disciples alone with their thoughts.
Xiang Yu watched his master's retreating form, internally acknowledging the soundness of the elder's counsel. Even without such encouragent, he had already resolved to accept the gift. Spirit flas were exceptionally rare treasures, coveted by cultivators across the realms. The practical benefits alone made refusal unthinkable.
The most appealing aspect of spirit flas, he reflected, was their nature as perpetually burning elental essences that required no qi to sustain. Unlike most cultivation techniques that remained inaccessible to him due to his lack of spiritual roots, a spirit fla would allow him to perform impressive feats like coating his weapons with mystical fire, significantly enhancing his combat capabilities despite his limitations.
Still, he couldn't help but marvel at his martial aunt possessing such a treasure. The Azure Cloud Sword Sect was rely an eighth-grade sect in the greater hierarchy of cultivation powers. For Elder Huang to have an item valued even by first-grade sects was truly remarkable. Of course, the true value depended entirely on the fla's grade—spirit flas were classified from ninth grade to first grade, with first being the most powerful. Perhaps she rely possessed a ninth-grade fla, though even that would be a considerable treasure by any reasonable standard.
Questions about why the fla proved incompatible with her flickered through his mind, but he set such speculation aside. The afternoon training session awaited, and maintaining his rigorous schedule remained paramount to his exponential growth.
With unspoken agreent, he and Li Yao turned toward the training grounds, ready to resu their relentless pursuit of martial excellence.
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