Nine people and a ghost, all staring at the old man in front of them who seed immortal, yet had an air of sleaziness about him.
"Don’t look at like that, the school has to eat too. Paying tuition isn’t unreasonable, is it?"
The old man asked cautiously. Nian Shutong was the first to respond, saying: "Alright, how much?"
"Five mid-grade crystal stones."
The old man raised one palm, then added tentatively: "Per person."
"Alright."
The seven people led by Nian Shutong had no objections.
The other three people hadn’t noticed anything wrong with the school so far, and they actually seed a bit excited.
The old man collected the money, a total of fifty mid-grade crystal stones, finally able to afford a al of at.
"This way, follow ."
The little old man led the way, and the ten people followed him through a tall archway, entering inside.
The ground was paved with bluish-green stones, flat and open, directly facing a staircase with no end in sight. Looking up the staircase, they first saw clouds, seemingly above which was a palace overlooking everything beneath.
On each side of the staircase were two buildings of the sa structure, ancient architecture, very tall, and well-preserved.
By the looks of it, it didn’t seem like a school that would get overly excited for fifty crystal stones.
"This way, we’re at the back."
The old man led them between the staircase and the house on the left, passed a large lake, and through a bamboo forest full of fallen leaves, finally arriving at a place.
Nian Shutong, still in a good mood, nodded and said to Lin Mu beside him: "I told you, the thatched huts finally got settled."
Directly ahead, on a flat area of about a hundred square ters, were five thatched huts, arranged in a picturesque disorder.
"The one on the edge is mine, the remaining four are for you to choose and divide among yourselves, they’re all pretty much the sa."
"Once you’ve settled in, we’ll start class."
Nian Shutong pointed to the thatched hut on the other side and said, I live in that one.
Lin Mu and Lian Qing chose to live next to Nian Shutong, Ha Ha, Rubble, and Master Fan shared one room, as the thatched huts each had only one room, so the three of them would have to squeeze in.
The remaining three finally sensed sothing was off, but still sowhat reluctantly asked.
"Teacher, why aren’t we staying in the houses in front?"
"Oh—-that one? I can’t open it."
The old principal stopped the students who were about to ask questions and said: "First go tidy up, when you’re done I’ll tell you."
The three students had no choice but to follow orders. So much ti had passed, and the school’s enrollnt had long since ended.
Everyone settled in, and the thatched huts were truly just that—nothing inside. Fortunately, the space rings the few of them had contained so furniture, bedding, and beds; otherwise, they’d have to sleep on the floor tonight.
When everyone ca out, a bonfire was lit in the middle, with several stone stools surrounding it.
"Sit down, it’s almost ti to eat."
The old man calmly turned the fire, seemingly roasting sothing.
The group accepted their situation, each taking a seat on a stone stool, looking at the fire before them.
"Ha ha, let introduce myself first, my na is Tian Qiu, and this school was founded by my teacher, Tianxing. Those buildings in front also belong to our school, we just don’t have enough people to use them."
"The main thing is that my master made them and always said they were for the destined ones. Clearly, I’m not that person."
"Our school is indeed a Sky-level school, but that was five hundred years ago. Each year, the number of applicants has decreased. This year, if I can’t recruit ten students, I’ll lose my qualification to run the school."
"My master left this place behind and has traveled to who knows where. So for now, we’ll rely on each other here."
"Okay, do you have any questions?"
After the old man finished speaking, he continued turning the flas in the middle, as the aroma erged.
"Bamboo rice?"
Master Fan suddenly spoke up, making the old man feel he had encountered a soulmate as he looked at Master Fan and said: "Yes, bamboo rice."
"With matsutake mushrooms, cured at, and crispy bamboo shoots..."
Master Fan, just by slling with his eyes closed, nad all the ingredients, making the old man even happier.
"Do you know how to cook?"
"I’m sowhat knowledgeable."
Master Fan said modestly, and after the two finished speaking, the others began to ask questions.
"Don’t we have teachers?"
"Yes, I am your teacher, and besides, among three people, one is always my teacher. You can all learn from each other, just like this gentleman here can teach you how to cook."
The others were initially intending to ask more questions, but the aroma of the bamboo rice made it difficult to concentrate, so they simply refrained from asking.
What’s the point of asking anyway?
They couldn’t leave, and at the very least, it was still a school. If they left, they would lose the opportunity to participate in this year’s Central Secret Realm competition.
"Alright, alright, one for each, be careful, it’s hot."
The old man distributed a bamboo tube of rice, fragrant and alluring, with aromas of at mixed with the fresh scent and the fragrance of heated ingredients. It was really hard to resist.
Under the bamboo forest, eleven people, except for Yu Zeming, each holding a bamboo tube of rice, eating so intently they didn’t want to look up.
Master Fan’s culinary skills were already good enough, but this person’s culinary skills were simply unparalleled.
He could make the original food burst out with all its flavors and perfectly blend them together.
Master Fan’s eyes lit up as he looked at the old man, and after finishing his al, he imdiately asked: "Can I learn to cook from you?"
"Of course, I’m your teacher. I’m willing to teach you everything I know."
In this regard, the old man was extrely generous.
After the bamboo rice al, the old man took a teapot and bamboo tube cups, pouring each person a cup of tea.
"Try it, Snow Peak Tea, which I planted myself."
Nian Shutong took a sip and instantly recognized the taste of the first snow.
She lowered her head to drink her tea, recalling sothing Uncle Long once said, never underestimate anyone.
No matter what, the old man in front of them indeed had strengths beyond theirs, in many areas perhaps, and learning from him wouldn’t be a loss.
After finishing a cup of tea, the previously restless hearts all cald down.
"Let’s introduce ourselves."
"Alright, I’ll go first." Nian Shutong put down her cup and said: "My na is Nian Shutong. My main goal is to find soone, my husband, whose cultivation level is currently unknown."
"I’m Lian Qing, Nian Shutong is my ntor, and Lin Mu is my wife."
"I’m Lin Mu, Lian Qing’s wife and a friend of Nian Shutong."
"My na is Ha Ha."
"I’m Rubble, the smartest mber of the chanical Clan."
"You can just call Master Fan, I can cook and love cooking."
"I’m Yu Zeming, a ghost cultivator with very weak abilities."
The seven from this side finished their introductions, leaving three people remaining.
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