Things have been a bit unsettled outside recently.

Gu Changge's gaze fell on the two.

These two youths were quite young, one eighteen and the other twenty, yet they had already reached the Core Condensation Realm at such an age.

Their foundations were very solid, definitely counting as geniuses among their peers.

Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen hurriedly stood up straight, standing respectfully with their arms by their sides, their eyes full of expectation.

Shi Jingxian still had some moss on the tip of his nose but didn't bother to wipe it off. Lin Mochen secretly spat out the bamboo leaves in his mouth, his throat still a bit hoarse from sobbing.

"Senior Brother Shi usually takes good care of Purple Bamboo Peak. Well, the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, so I can't favor one over the other."

Gu Changge thought this in his heart, but...

He glanced at the old ox watering the Dao Enlightenment Tree in the spirit field and secretly sighed, feeling wronged for Lao Huang.

"I don't have anything good to entertain you with here, just the spiritual energy is a bit thicker. You guys find a place to cultivate first, and I'll go prepare breakfast."

"No need, Martial Uncle Gu, we're not hungry."

The two hurriedly waved their hands. Having just experienced the awkward situation of being hung on bamboo branches, how could they have the nerve to trouble Gu Changge again?

"Nonsense!"

Shi Wanshan was quick-witted and pressed down hard on his two disciples' shoulders, the force almost pushing them to the ground.

"How can you not be hungry? Tossing about since early morning till now, your stomachs should have been empty long ago! You must accept Junior Brother Changge's good intentions!"

As he spoke, he winked at the two, muttering in his heart: What do these two silly boys know?

Can ordinary breakfast compare to what Junior Brother Changge makes?

Finally having the chance to scrounge a meal, how could they let it go?

Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen were pressed down so hard they couldn't move, so they had to nod along with Shi Wanshan's words: "Then... then we will trouble Martial Uncle Gu."

Gu Changge saw it all, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"No matter, Lao Huang just ground some spirit rice flour, and I'll stew a piece of beef, it'll be ready soon."

At this moment, Lao Huang, who was still watering, shed sad tears.

Guests come to Purple Bamboo Peak, why is it always me who gets hurt?

Gu Changge turned and entered the bamboo house. Not long after, curling smoke rose from the chimney, mixed with the sweet fragrance of Purple Flame Spirit Rice and the mellow aura of Mang Beef, spreading through the bamboo forest.

Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen's stomachs uncooperatively growled. The two looked at each other, both seeing embarrassment on the other's face.

Shi Wanshan didn't care at all, dragging the two towards the stone table in front of the bamboo house, staring straight at the door, looking exactly like an old greedy cat waiting for a meal.

The old yellow ox in the spirit field mooed, its voice full of grief and indignation.

Its hooves dug a shallow pit in the ground—it had just had a piece of brisket cut off, and was currently lying under the roots of the Dao Enlightenment Tree licking its wounds, looking at Shi Wanshan as if looking at an enemy.

"Here it comes."

Gu Changge came out holding a huge clay basin, filled with golden spirit rice porridge, each grain plump, faintly glowing purple, and still steaming.

Following closely behind was a clay pot. The moment the lid was lifted, the aroma of the tenderly stewed beef exploded, causing Shi Wanshan and the other two to sniff at the same time.

The spirit rice and beef were of too high a grade. In order for the few to absorb them, Gu Changge had to process the ingredients again to make the spiritual energy milder.

"Sit."

Gu Changge set the bowls and chopsticks, scooped a bowl of porridge for himself first, and drank it unhurriedly.

Shi Wanshan wasn't polite either, pulling his two disciples to sit down.

Just as he reached out to scoop some beef, rapid footsteps came from the mountain path, accompanied by a familiar loud voice.

"Junior Brother Changge! I'm not late, am I?"

Xuanyangzi rushed over panting, carrying a black clay pot, beads of sweat still hanging on his forehead.

When he saw Shi Wanshan, his footsteps suddenly paused, then his eyes widened, and he stroked his beard and said.

"Good on you, Fatty Shi! I was wondering why the magpies were chirping so happily this morning, turns out it's you, this great Buddha, who came to the door first, and even brought two disciples—what, the spirit rice at Heaven-Supporting Peak isn't enough to eat?"

It seems that Xuanfeng and Jinghong coming to Purple Bamboo Peak yesterday was discovered by this Fatty Shi, Xuanyangzi thought to himself.

"It's better than some people who always think about scrounging food and drinks every day. Besides, Junior Brother Changge's cooking skills, even a few more times wouldn't be enough!"

Shi Wanshan was stuffing beef into his mouth, retorting indistinctly.

As he spoke, he added a piece of meat to his two disciples' bowls, "Eat quickly, ignore this old thing."

"Who are you calling an old thing?"

Xuanyangzi was so angry he blew his beard and glared. He turned and put the food box on the stone table, carefully unlocking the three layers of restrictions, revealing a black clay wine jar with a "Thousand Days Drunk" talisman pasted on it.

"I brought good stuff, unlike some people who dare to visit their master's sect empty-handed."

Shi Wanshan's gaze was instantly hooked by the wine jar, forgetting to chew the beef in his mouth.

"'Thousand Days Drunk'?! You actually dug out this jar of wine? Back then during the sect competition, I begged you to open the jar, and you said you had to wait until your grand-disciples got married to use it as a congratulatory gift. So you were lying to me?"

"I'll give it to whoever I want!"

Xuanyangzi patted the wine jar proudly, "I originally brought this specifically for Junior Brother Changge, who would have thought I'd run into you, you greedy cat. It's really a bargain for you!"

"Who's greedy?"

Shi Wanshan stiffened his neck, but his eyes were fixed straight at the wine jar.

"I was just afraid your wine would go bad, so I'll help Junior Brother Changge taste it—after all, when it comes to wine tasting, my Heaven-Supporting Peak knows more than your Azure Cloud Peak."

"Bah! Who was it that secretly drank the 'Consonance Brew' I made back then and got drunk in the Scripture Pavilion for three days and three nights?"

Xuanyangzi peeled off the sealing talisman, and a mellow wine aroma instantly permeated the air, actually causing the surrounding purple bamboos to sway gently, the dewdrops on the leaves rolling down along the veins, as if their spiritual energy was hooked by the wine aroma.

Gu Changge looked at the jar of wine, his fingertips gently tapping the table, and a prompt from the system panel suddenly flashed in his mind.

Back then, the system sign-in did give quite a lot of good wine, what "Jade Pool Immortal Brew," "Forget-Sorrow Wine," "Nine-Turn Drunken Immortal Dew," the varieties were enough to open a tavern.

It's just that he always preferred clear tea, so those wines were piled up in the corner of his storage ring. Now they probably had accumulated thick spiritual energy dust, piled higher than the bamboo forest of Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Junior Brother Changge, want a taste?"

Xuanyangzi poured a bowl of wine for Gu Changge. The liquid was amber-colored, slightly swaying in the bowl, actually glowing with fine golden light, "This wine is soft in the mouth, but the aftereffect is strong. Your cultivation base is still short, so drink a little less."

Shi Wanshan had long been unable to hold back, snatched the wine jug and poured himself a bowl. Just as he was about to drink, Xuanyangzi slapped his hand away: "No manners! Junior Brother Changge hasn't even moved yet!"

"I'll test if there's poison for Junior Brother!"

Shi Wanshan stubbornly said. Taking advantage of Xuanyangzi's inattention, he threw his head back and took a big gulp, instantly squinting his eyes, his face full of intoxication.

"Good wine! It really is peerless good wine. This spiritual energy sliding down the throat is more comfortable than swallowing a Qi Condensation Pill!"

"You!"

Xuanyangzi was so angry he wanted to snatch the wine jug, but Shi Wanshan dodged him. The two chased each other around the stone table, looking exactly like two children fighting over candy.

Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen were dumbfounded, forgetting to drink the spirit rice porridge in their hands—usually at Heaven-Supporting Peak, their master always kept a straight face and talked about rules. When had they ever seen such a scene?

If Li Xuanfeng were here, his jaw would probably drop. So this was what the Peak Masters of Qingyun and Qingyue were like in private.

Gu Changge picked up his wine bowl and took a sip. The aroma of the wine melted on the tip of his tongue, carrying a faint sweetness of spiritual spring water. It was indeed a rare and excellent brew.

He raised his eyes to look at the two people causing a ruckus, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "If you keep messing around, the beef will get cold."

These words were more effective than anything else. Shi Wanshan and Xuanyangzi immediately stopped and returned to their seats, though their movements to grab the wine jug didn't cease.

"Tsk tsk, this spiritual rice is really different. Drinking it makes my whole body feel warm!"

Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen drank the porridge in small sips, feeling the warm current slide down their throats and into their dantians, experiencing the rich yet gentle spiritual energy.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes—how was this breakfast? This was clearly a rare cultivation opportunity!

"Junior Brother Changge, this beef stew of yours is absolutely incredible!"

Xuanyangzi's mouth was stuffed full, his chopsticks still constantly stirring in the clay pot.

Shi Wanshan was not to be outdone. Holding his porridge bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, he quickly scooped spiritual rice into his two disciples' bowls. "Jingxian, Mochen, eat quickly! You won't find this spiritual rice anywhere else once you leave this village!"

The morning mist gradually dispersed, and the sunlight poured down through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, falling onto the clay basins and wine bowls on the stone table, glowing with a warm halo.

The aroma of wine mixed with the sweet scent of spiritual rice drifted through the bamboo forest, accompanied by the unserious bickering of the two men, and the indignant "moo" of the old yellow ox in the spiritual field.

The brisket that had just been cut from it was currently being eagerly stuffed into the mouths of the two Peak Masters.

Watching the lively scene before him, Gu Changge picked up his teacup and took a sip of clear tea, a trace of imperceptible softness flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Perhaps, occasionally having a fuss like this was more interesting than guarding a ring full of good wine alone.

Since everyone loved good wine, he wouldn't have to worry about the good wine in his ring going undrunk in the future.

"Changge, where is Ruobai? Why haven't I seen Ruobai?"

Xuanyangzi looked around, and not seeing Xiao Ruobai's figure, asked curiously.

Gu Changge said lightly, "I had Ruobai go into secluded cultivation to practice, taking advantage of this time to stabilize her cultivation."

Xuanyangzi nodded upon hearing this, then put down his bowl and chopsticks, his expression turning unusually serious.

"Speaking of which, it's been a bit unsettled outside lately. It's best if you and Ruobai don't leave the Qingxuan Sect for the time being."

"It's been a bit unsettled outside lately. It's best if you and Ruobai don't leave the Qingxuan Sect for the time being."

Gu Changge was taken aback. His mind had been entirely on Xiao Ruobai's cultivation these past few days, so he hadn't paid much attention to outside movements. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What happened?"