Wanting to enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, successfully making a cake is not a simple matter.
After finishing breakfast, Chef Ling folded his arms and fell into deep thought.
“To make a cake…”
“What is a cake?”
Shang Qin Qing asked with a serious look.
Although Clan Leader Shang did not know exactly what it was, as a former god who managed love in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, she keenly sensed its importance.
This thing might affect whether or not she could have a pleasant encounter today.
Ling Mo said earnestly:
“It’s a kind of food; you eat cake on birthdays, just like how you must eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.”
“Like a mooncake…”
Shang Qin Qing’s eyes widened slightly.
She remembered that when Little Ice Girl was in the Qingluan Clan Land, she had been holding a mooncake as if it were a treasure. Later, she even planned to hang it on the Marriage Tree…
If she participated in making the cake, then she could have some sweetness with a clear conscience.
Shang Qin Qing firmly said:
“Ling Mo, as the current Qingluan Clan Leader, I will do my utmost to help you. If there’s anything you need, just say it!”
“Yes, there are indeed some things that require Clan Leader Shang’s assistance.”
Ling Mo thought for a moment about the basic conditions for making a cake:
“First, I need a pill furnace.”
“For what?”
Shang Qin Qing was puzzled; what kind of food requires a pill furnace?
“To bake a cake, you need an oven, but this thing can’t be made quickly, so we’ll use a pill furnace instead.”
“You can refine pills too?”
Wu Qing was somewhat surprised.
As everyone knew, Chef Ling was quite accomplished in refining pills. He nodded and said:
“I’ve even refined a Nine Orifices Dragon Tiger Golden Core with the genius alchemist Elder Xue, and I’ve refined many other pills as well.”
“The success rate… was astonishing, at one hundred percent!”
Indeed, he jumped into the pill furnace himself, and failure would be a ghostly occurrence.
“!”
Shang Qin Qing clearly knew what that meant, and her gaze toward Ling Mo changed.
That was a divine pill that the entire Da Shang country had once prepared to refine, something far beyond the reach of a mere alchemy master; a grandmaster might have had a chance.
But from Xiao Mo’s expression, it was obvious he wasn’t boasting.
“I remember, what else do you need?”
“Some materials.”
“Tell me.”
“Do you have eggs?”
“?”
“Ah, chicken eggs.”
In summary.
An unconventional birthday cake-making began.
To have a clear conscience about enjoying some sweetness today, Shang Qin Qing even personally cracked the eggs, then watched Ling Dan Shi seriously as he kneaded the dough, mixed the ingredients, made the cream, and started the oven to bake the cake.
Clan Leader Shang felt that the earlier steps posed no problem; she could learn them with a glance.
Except for the final step of decorating with cream.
In the afternoon, they each set out. Ling Mo used his somersault cloud technique to travel thousands of miles, while Shang Qin Qing traversed the void.
…
Qingmu City.
Jia Wei Tavern continued to thrive, bustling with activity, with the smoke from grilling never ceasing.
Recently, more martial artists came to Qingmu City, given the major events that occurred and the presence of two young men among the top five on the Qianlong List, which brought them fame.
“Is that the Cold Fairy?”
“No wonder she stands out among the Eight Beauties; not only is she among the top five on the Qianlong List, but she can also rank in the top three on the Hundred Flowers Beauty List.”
“Miss Ning from Wenyu Castle is also impressive, yet she seems to shrink in comparison before her.”
“Why is that?”
At the entrance of Jia Wei Tavern.
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A group of martial artists discussed the two individuals about to face off.
A tree that grows tall attracts wind.
Every young man on the Qianlong List faced challengers, some wanting to test their martial arts and improve, others feeling they were no less and wanted to prove themselves.
After all, defeating a ranked Tianjiao on the Qianlong List would allow them to take their place.
At this moment.
Two people stood at the entrance of Jia Wei Tavern.
One was Ning Liushu, ranked in the fifties on the Qianlong List, with an jade-colored long whip hanging at her waist, ready to face the young girl opposite her with a slight frown.
The girl standing there seemed detached from her surroundings.
She wore a black flowing dress, holding a long sword, her gaze cold and indifferent, as if the noise of the outside world would automatically disappear around her.
She didn’t seem to care much about this duel.
It seemed she was forced to come out to show her strength, making those who wanted to challenge her think twice.
As dusk fell, it elongated her graceful shadow, mingling her features with the dim light.
“Winning you would mean Father won’t make me compete in marriage anymore. You…”
“Can we start now?”
“…”
As everyone knows.
Before martial artists engage in combat, they usually exchange a few words, perhaps to say a few polite words, or to provoke each other, dampening the opponent’s morale.
But Cold Fairy doesn’t follow these rules, yet it somehow makes sense.
She doesn’t seem to belong to this world.
“Hmm… Please enlighten me!”
Whoosh—
Just as Ning Liushu was about to pick up her whip, she noticed the figure across from her had vanished.
Then she felt a chill at her back.
A sword scabbard pressed against her lower back.
“Is this the end already?”
“I couldn’t see anything.”
“Neither side released their spiritual intent… No, rather, Miss Ning doesn’t even have the qualifications to release her spiritual intent…”
“Could it be that God Hammer Little Overlord Li Mo, being the same age, actually ranks above her?”
Hearing a familiar name.
Ying Bing’s heart stirred, and she subconsciously scanned the crowd, but didn’t spot that face. She lightly pursed her lips and turned to enter the tavern.
Cold Fairy asked the boss for a special sauce from Li Mo’s barbecue.
Including herself, no one else noticed.
There was a white cloud in the sky, different from the others.
“That was close, almost discovered.”
Li Mo sighed in relief.
Of course, on birthdays, one should indulge in sweets.
He exchanged glances with Shang Qin Qing, quietly entering a private room upstairs to prepare the scene.
Below.
Ying Bing easily won the duel, leaving everyone astonished, but she herself felt no particular joy after winning.
She ate the barbecue quietly, her eyes distant.
“Ice Girl, are you troubled by something?”
The boss who delivered the skewers couldn’t help asking.
“No.” Ying Bing shook her head.
It was just another birthday alone.
She had countless times spent festivals alone, long accustomed to it, so what difference did today make…
“But I feel you’ve been different recently.”
The boss found it strange.
Previously, Miss Ying looked cold and aloof, carrying an ethereal aura, but not like now, detached from the world.
Like a fairy descending from heaven who lost her earthly touch, almost floating back to the heavens.
“Oh, eating skewers alone?”
Hearing a familiar voice.
Ying Bing immediately raised her head, only to see Shang Qin Qing standing by the door.
