Jian Ling’er saw what the young Luo Xuan was carving, and it was clearly a wooden sword.
"Hmm."
The young Luo Xuan responded with a sound.
A finely crafted wooden sword was about to take shape in his hands.
Jian Ling’er was a bit confused.
"Why are you carving a wooden sword? Do you intend to use it as a personal weapon?"
The young Luo Xuan said nothing and just nodded lightly.
Now, Jian Ling’er was even more perplexed.
"Why use a wooden sword as a personal weapon? Even an ordinary tal sword would be sharper than a wooden sword, wouldn’t it?"
The young Luo Xuan thought for a mont.
"Perhaps it’s precisely because a wooden sword isn’t that sharp.
A sword is just a sword, be it a copper sword, iron sword, or wooden sword, there’s no real difference."
"Huh?"
Jian Ling’er was utterly baffled.
She glanced at the young Luo Xuan, then at the wooden sword that was taking shape, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Hehe, Wood with a wooden sword—it really is a fitting match~
Indeed, perhaps there’s no sword more suitable for you, this piece of wood, than a wooden sword~"
The young Luo Xuan also chuckled.
He continued carving the wooden sword in his hand.
At that mont, Jian Ling’er noticed sothing, and she stomped her foot in frustration.
"Hey, the quilt I gave you, why didn’t you use it?"
The quilt she had given the young Luo Xuan the previous day was exactly as it had been; it lay neatly folded to the side.
It was evident that Luo Xuan hadn’t used it the previous night!
"It has your fragrance."
At this, Jian Ling’er was montarily taken aback.
Her cheeks quickly flushed red.
Still, she stubbornly retorted.
"What’s wrong with it having my fragrance, are you disgusted by ?"
"Of course not, it’s just not appropriate."
Jian Ling’er felt both angry and pained.
In such cold weather, the young Luo Xuan didn’t stay indoors nor use the quilt.
If he had cultivation to resist the cold, it would be fine.
But the Sword Dao cultivation he had previously attained had been dispersed by his own choice.
How could his body withstand this?
"Truly a piece of wood. I wonder if any girl will ever like you in the future!"
"Like?"
The young Luo Xuan’s expression was sowhat puzzled as he instinctively glanced at Jian Ling’er beside him, as if seeking an answer.
"Wha... why are you looking at ?"
At this mont, Jian Ling’er couldn’t quite et the young Luo Xuan’s gaze.
The young Luo Xuan just felt a bit bewildered.
He continued carving the wooden sword in his hand.
After Jian Ling’er quickly averted her gaze.
Now, seeing the young Luo Xuan’s deanor, she felt utterly defeated by him.
Even more so when he was still wearing thin clothing.
"Forget it, I’ve truly been defeated by you, this piece of wood.
Stop carving for now; let’s head into town to buy a quilt first."
Jian Ling’er suggested this.
Yet the young Luo Xuan kept carving the wooden sword in his hand, not pausing.
Gurgle—
Just then, Jian Ling’er’s stomach suddenly let out a growl.
The young Luo Xuan instinctively looked over.
Jian Ling’er’s face blushed even more, but then she composed herself.
"What? Is it a problem that I’m hungry?
Almost all the food at ho was eaten by you yesterday. I barely had anything!
Forget it; let’s eat first before going to town to buy a quilt. I’ll cook."
At that point, even when Jian Ling’er suggested going to town to buy a quilt, the young Luo Xuan hadn’t stopped carving the wooden sword.
But when Jian Ling’er ntioned cooking, Luo Xuan imdiately put down the wooden sword.
"...Let do it."
"You?"
Jian Ling’er eyed the young Luo Xuan skeptically.
"Can you cook?"
"I have so basic knowledge."
Yesterday, while the young Luo Xuan was practicing the Sword Dao Cultivation Technique of the Sword Spirit Race, Jian Ling’er was the one cooking for him.
Jian Ling’er didn’t want him to be distracted by food while he was strengthening his Sword Dao cultivation.
Luo Xuan was at a critical point in practicing the Sword Dao Technique yesterday; everything depended on Jian Ling’er.
It was only later, as he progressed in his practice, that he realized the issues with the Sword Dao Cultivation Technique of the Sword Spirit Race and chose to dispel his Sword Dao cultivation.
And now, with Jian Ling’er preparing to cook for him again...
The young Luo Xuan knew Jian Ling’er ant well, but truth be told, Jian Ling’er’s cooking skills were truly difficult to describe.
When he tasted Jian Ling’er’s cooking for the first ti yesterday, he nearly shed tears.
His main thought was, do you usually eat like this?
You should eat better...
During those years living in the village and with Xiao Lixing.
The young Luo Xuan had witnessed villagers stewing dishes.
Many would just toss everything haphazardly into the pot.
So were in a rush and made quick stews.
Others, thinking themselves imposing, appeared to be making a forceful stew.
And Jian Ling’er’s stewing thod was a complete blend of these three approaches...
Jian Ling’er acted as if she didn’t care.
"Since you only know a little, I’ll be the one cooking."
"..."
The young Luo Xuan felt he might have been too modest.
After experiencing Jian Ling’er’s cooking yesterday.
He almost felt the urge to cultivate his Sword Dao skills anew.
After all, once reaching the Nascent Soul Realm in cultivation, one no longer needs to eat.
"...Then I might know a bit more than you."
Upon hearing this from Luo Xuan.
Jian Ling’er felt both frustrated and curious.
"Alright, I’ll leave it to you, saves the trouble, let’s see how you do it."
The young Luo Xuan nodded and got up at this mont.
Upon reaching the kitchen, he saw that Jian Ling’er’s ho had very little food left.
The young Luo Xuan picked so vegetables, feeling it was a bit insufficient and monotonous.
He checked the surroundings.
After a quick round in the courtyard, using his experience, he dug up so edible wild greens.
Only then did he return, light the firewood, set the pot, and add oil.
Adding scallions and ginger next.
Then, he placed all the vegetables into the pot according to the order of cooking ti.
After tossing and stirring.
He poured water into the pot.
Jian Ling’er watched anxiously, giving directions all the way.
"Isn’t stewing just about putting all the ingredients into the pot all at once?"
"Wood, your fire is too low. When will it be done at this rate? Turn up the heat!"
"Even your way of adding ingredients lacks presence. How can your Sword Dao contain any presence without presence in stewing?"
Luo Xuan: ...
Jian Ling’er truly embodied the essence of the three great stewing thods.
As the ti wore on and the dish neared completion.
Jian Ling’er gradually said less.
Because she was slling an aroma she had never encountered before.
"So, so fragrant!"
Her stomach had already been growling.
Now, she felt her entire appetite being aroused.
When the entire pot of soup was finally done, and the lid was lifted, releasing the fragrance.
Jian Ling’er found it hard to resist.
In the Celestial Emperor Palace, to the cultivators, this fragrance ant nothing.
They had long reached the point of not needing food, having not eaten in many years.
Yet, no one noticed.
Even the Sword Spirit Empress, Jian Lingxin, whose realm far surpassed theirs.
In that mont, instinctively swallowed at the subtle aroma wafting through her delicate throat...
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