Chapter 42: 42, A Cigarette Before Meal [Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Seeking Favorites]

Lighting another Life Cigar, Wen Ping sat cross-legged by the window on the second floor of the Tingyu Pavilion, connected to the dormitory area, and began practicing Flood Dragon’s Fury in a Nether Cultivation state.

At the break of dawn, the deep and secluded mountains exuded a unique chill. Wen Ping ventured deeper into the forest, starting to absorb Wood Qi from the mountain. He changed locations every ten minutes, continuing until the sun was high in the sky before returning to Yunlan Mountain.

“Sect Leader, I heard from Huai Ye that something happened last night?” Yang Lele quickly asked Wen Ping upon encountering him.

He had actually wandered around the Main Hall several times, even in corners where not even mice would go. Huai Ye had informed him that thirteen people died last night, including a cultivator at the Body Refining Thirteenth Layer.

But after searching everywhere, no trace of blood was found.

Except for some places inexplicably covered in black powder, there was no change in the Immortal Sect.

It didn’t seem like a monumental battle of Body Refinement peak had occurred at all.

Wen Ping responded, “Nothing, just a small incident.”

“That’s just a small incident!”

Yang Lele was quite surprised by Wen Ping’s calmness, but upon thinking about the fact that the Immortal Sect could even produce the Vein Technique, he felt relieved.

Wen Ping immediately patted Yang Lele on the shoulder, embodying the feel of an elder brother, “Lele, come on, let’s go have breakfast.”

“Sect Leader, if this is a small matter, then what is a big one? Oh, Sect Leader, you’re not really planning to keep Huai Ye in the Immortal Sect, are you?”

“Why?”

“I think the Demon Chef Senior would be reluctant.”

“You’re not him, how do you know? Do you wish for Huai Ye to leave?”

“Of course not, I wish she wouldn’t leave so we can have delicious food every day and not eat Elder Yun’s charcoal-grilled duck neck. Sect Leader, you don’t know, that duck neck is just like charcoal, a bite really produces black dust. If I didn’t know beforehand it was duck neck, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is even if I cracked my head.”

After complaining a couple of times, Wen Ping couldn’t help but laugh while speaking.

Yun Liao’s cooking skills were indeed not commendable.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Yang Lele picked up chopsticks and began knocking them on the bowl at the dining table. The bamboo chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl emitted a crisp sound, though it carried a hint of a beggar begging at the street vibe.

“Foolish Lele, why are you knocking? Believe it or not, I’ll grab you in the Gravity Field and beat you up today.”

Yang Lele laughed carelessly, “Hey, wait until you can dodge five beams of light at once before talking to me so loudly. Also, you’re just at Body Refining Third Layer, I’ll be breaking through to Body Refining Sixth Layer in a week, I can easily defeat you with one hand, alright.”

“No way, how are you cultivating so fast?” Huai Ye was distressed upon hearing that Yang Lele was about to reach Body Refining Sixth Layer, forgetting that Yang Lele just mocked him with words, while bringing out the dishes.

“I’m someone who can dodge five beams of light at once, don’t think everyone is like you, who struggles with dodging just two beams?”

“You! No food for you.”

Whoosh—-

The bowl and dish in front of Yang Lele were moved away by Huai Ye.

“Hey, Huai Ye, I’m your brother, is this how you treat your brother?”

“Get lost, you’re merely older than me.”

…

As the two continued their banter, Wen Ping sat on the side and couldn’t help but sigh, suddenly feeling like he had matured.

Couldn’t resist pulling out a cigar, lighting it!

Inhaling deeply, then slowly exhaling, muttering to himself, “Ah, youth is great!”

“Pfft!”

Yun Liao couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of water.

Wen Ping immediately turned and glared at Yun Liao, angrily chastising, “What’s with that look! Haha, bite him for me!”

Woof woof!

Haha barked twice at the food on the table.

“Why eat this, bite him, and I’ll let you puff my cigar, how about that?” Wen Ping waved his cigar.

A wisp of blue smoke drifted past, conveniently reaching Yang Lele.

Yang Lele sniffed hard twice, his nose twitching, then traced the aroma, seeing Wen Ping holding something to his mouth, not chewing, just placing it near his lips, unmoving.

As he was about to ask Wen Ping what it was, Wen Ping suddenly moved the item away from his mouth and exhaled smoke.

As the blue smoke wafted in front of him again, Yang Lele found the aroma and strange item intriguing, “Sect Leader, what’s that in your hand, a weapon? And why are you exhaling smoke?”

“Oh this, a cigar, used for smoking.” Wen Ping took another puff, posing intensely, and for some reason, Yang Lele suddenly found Wen Ping exceptionally stylish.

Even surpassing Elder Yun’s graceful demeanor.

Though not much older than him, Sect Leader Wen had an aura of timelessness beyond his age.

Wen Ping continued, “Actually, I’m not smoking cigars, but solitude. The worldly chaos passing before my eyes brings many troubling matters, cultivation all alone, venturing alone in the world, with only solitude accompanying me.”

Yang Lele’s heart trembled after listening, then asked, “Do you have to be this cool? Sect Leader, could you…give me a cigar?”

“It should be ‘a cigar,’ one cigar two cigars.”

“Ah, Sect Leader, can you spare me a cigar?” Yang Lele then lowered his voice, “Sect Leader, you looked super cool just now, I want to as well, I still don’t have a girlfriend yet? Please help me.”

“Praising me won’t help, if you want one, it’s 50 gold for a cigar.”

“I’ll buy it!”

Wen Ping took out a wooden box from his bosom, took out one cigar from the seven remaining cigars of yesterday and today, and handed it over.

“Light this end with fire, remember, inhale slowly, and exhale slowly too. When exhaling, make sure your eyes are fixed on the horizon.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader!”

Yang Lele stood up ecstatically, then rushed into the kitchen, using tongs to pick up a coal, remembering what Wen Ping told him and lit the cigar, then dashed to Zhao Qing, who was plating the dishes.

“Qing’Er, are you lonely?”

Inhale!

“Cough cough!”

The solemn and far-reaching demeanor Yang Lele tried to maintain instantly crumbled, coughing as he ran outside.

“Sect Leader…can’t do it…ah…”

“A lifetime’s worth of solitude!” Wen Ping couldn’t help but exclaim.

Yang Lele was momentarily dazed after saying this, standing motionless by the door as if he suddenly became a vegetable.

Only when Zhao Qing urged him from behind to move aside did Yang Lele leap up with a scream, then laughed heartily as he looked at the cigar in his hand.

“Body Refining Sixth Layer!”

Yang Lele shouted, bursting out a wave of Qi that nearly overturned the table before him.

Originally intending to kick him, urging Yang Lele not to act crazy, Zhao Qing’s expression also changed, pondering: What’s going on with this guy, practicing the same Cultivation Technique, why did he break through from Body Refining Fifth Layer to Body Refining Sixth Layer in less than half a month?

She hadn’t noticed Yang Lele sprint over holding his cigar to Wen Ping, disregarding flaunting his Realm breakthrough or his glorious achievement of reaching Body Refining Sixth Layer at 15.

This was unprecedented in Cangwu City!

If word got out, a Three-star Sect might indeed visit.

Joy overflowed from Yang Lele’s face as he said to Wen Ping: “Sect Leader, this cigar of yours…”