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."