My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 43: Two Types of People in the Cafeteria

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As a top-tier sect, the headquarters of the Divine Weapon Pavilion naturally spanned a vast area. Following the end of the mystical realm trial, the Pavilion promptly planned a grand event, the Divine Weapon Conference.

Seizing the opportunity while the powerful figures from various sects had not yet departed, the Pavilion took this chance to promote its own magical weapons.

Thus, the main hall was buzzing with activity.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu were walking along the street, which was already lined with many stalls set up by the disciples of the Pavilion.

The Medicine Hall sold elixirs, the Artifact Hall sold magical treasures, the Formation Hall sold formation steles, and the Punishment Hall… Provided bodyguard services and patrolled the area.

However, the most successful were probably the disciples from the Money Hall.

These female cultivators from the Culinary Immortal Department under the Money Hall had set up snack and pastry stalls in the market, enjoying booming business.

“It is said that the head of the Pavilion’s Culinary Immortal Department is the

Dao companion of one of the elders, who married into the Pavilion from the Immortal Chef Sect. She began recruiting disciples in the Pavilion and formed the Culinary Immortal Department, ” Lu Xuan commented.

“Because of the Culinary Immortal Department, the quality of food for the disciples of the Divine Weapon Pavilion is much higher than that of other sects…”

Before he could finish, Cheng Lingzhu pulled him towards the nearest stall.

“Sister, I’ll have one of these,” she said, choosing the pastry she wanted to buy and handing over some spirit stones.

“Alrighty,” replied the seller.

The female cultivator dressed in the Culinary Immortal Department’s attire smiled as she packed the pastries, adding two bamboo sticks for convenience.

Lu Xuan, with one hand occupied by Cheng Lingzhu, who refused to let go even while buying things, reached out with his other hand to take the package.

The Culinary Immortal Department’s cultivator, seasoned in her experiences, looked at them and smiled, reminded of her own youth. It was common to see couples in the Divine Weapon Pavilion during rest days, strolling hand in hand, immersed in each other’s company.

Lu Xuan, with one hand holding the paper bag of pastries and the other intertwined with Cheng Lingzhu’s, was fully occupied. But this didn’t hinder him from eating.

Cheng Lingzhu skillfully opened the paper bag and picked up a piece of pastry with a bamboo stick, bringing it to Lu Xuan’s mouth.

Lu Xuan paused for a moment, thinking how different this was from his master in the past. His master, a great Mahayana practitioner with a millennium of cultivation, was not accustomed to such gestures. There were times she would get frustrated while trying to pick up food with chopsticks, eventually resorting to feeding him directly from her mouth.

Recalling those times, Lu Xuan remembered how numbingly soft the domineering sect leader’s lips felt, though the length of their contact was a factor to consider.

Now, as Cheng Hongtan had reincarnated into Cheng Lingzhu, she had become a completely different person. Lu Xuan speculated on the change in her mindset, cutting off worldly attachments and breaking free from previous constraints, which was a positive development for her spiritual cultivation.

And for Lu Xuan… It was also very good.

Cheng Lingzhu held the pastry to his mouth, blinking expectantly at him. He bit down, savoring the sweet, soft texture and the blend of ingredients.

“Tasty?” she asked.

“Yes, very,” Lu Xuan nodded, savoring the flavors, “It seems they’ve used crushed Yuehua flowers, Tianxing grass, and Ziyun fruits – quite a rich mix.” “How do you know all this?” Cheng Lingzhu looked at him curiously.

“I’ve had quite a few experiences over the years… I can tell you about them sometime,” Lu Xuan suggested, “Give me the bag and the stick.”

Perhaps it was habit, or maybe because his current master was so adorable, but Lu Xuan couldn’t resist the urge to feed her.

“No, I said I’d feed you,” Cheng Lingzhu refused, feeding him another piece.

“But we have two sticks… Hmm.”

Swallowing the pastry, Lu Xuan said, “I’ll hold the bag, and we can take turns feeding each other.”

“But then I’ll have to let go of your hand,” Cheng Lingzhu said, indicating their intertwined fingers.

“Alright.”

Lu Xuan was persuaded by this reason; no one could refuse a cute girl who wanted to keep holding hands. So, he cooperated with Cheng Lingzhu, letting her feed him.

Meanwhile, an outer sect disciple passed by, carrying two large bags of pastries and a floating bag of snacks, controlled by his spiritual power. He cast a spell, and the snacks flew into his mouth like a dragon drinking water.

He glanced at Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu, finding the quirks of couples in love rather strange and cumbersome.

In contrast, he prided himself on his efficient eating habits.

With Cheng Lingzhu feeding him, Lu Xuan felt content. He looked up at the sky and lightly tapped his foot on the ground. Although it was a cloudy day, Lu Xuan cast a spell, and the clouds dispersed, bathing the Divine Weapon Pavilion in sunshine. At that moment…

In the spirit herb garden.

“Why did the weather suddenly clear up?” A senior brother of the Medicine Hall looked up at the sky, his eyes widening in surprise.

Around the edge of the medicinal fields, over a hundred disciples simultaneously raised their heads, gazing at the cloudless sky.

On this day, when most disciples were on holiday, those of the Medicine Hall were adjusting their schedule. A particular spiritual herb called “Youran Grass” required transplanting and planting on overcast days to absorb special natural energies for growth.

This was why their well-planned rest days were often disrupted. The weather had been favorable for several days, and they had been eagerly awaiting an overcast day. But now, it suddenly cleared up.

The senior brother of the Medicine Hall was frustrated. He could easily guess that some elder in a good mood must have used their powers to change the sect’s weather.

Generally, powerful cultivators wouldn’t arbitrarily alter the weather, as it

went against the principle of following the natural Dao. However, there were exceptions. He recalled a senior who, after quarreling with his Dao companion, would retreat to a cave on a certain mountain. Then, it would lightly rain over that mountain, signifying the senior’s desire for solitude.

When the rain stopped, it indicated his improved mood, and his Dao companion would then go to bring him back.

The senior brother surmised that today’s weather change must be the work of a senior performing a spell, and it was beyond his control.

“Yay!”

The disciples immediately rejoiced, silently thanking the senior responsible for the weather change in their hearts..

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