In the evening, Hua Yu prepared some dishes.
It had to be said that after a period of training, Hua Yu's cooking skills were getting better and better.
Since the barren mountain was devoid of any vegetation, there were few ingredients.
Hua Yu and Dong Yichen went to other peaks to pick some vegetables, and Dong Yichen also managed to hunt two wild pheasants.
"It's good to have the Hua family's young lady, she's knowledgeable, sensible, and can cook."
"This Taoist priest is truly fortunate to have such good food!"
The slovenly old Taoist ate with his mouth greasy, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal in ages.
Lin Feng's appetite was already astonishing, but this old fellow could eat even more than Lin Feng.
The table full of dishes, before a few of them could even pick up their chopsticks, was completely devoured by the old Taoist alone.
"If the Taoist priest likes it, I'll make more tomorrow."
Hua Yu felt a sense of accomplishment. Normally, Lin Feng didn't return to the small two-story building often, and she always ate alone, so she couldn't tell if her cooking was good or not.
Now, receiving praise from the old Taoist, Hua Yu felt delighted.
"Ye Kuang, don't say I don't treat you well. These bones are for you."
Dong Yichen threw the leftover chicken bones to Ye Kuang, who was paralyzed on the ground.
"Damn it, do you think I'm a dog? I'd rather starve to death than let you humiliate me!"
Ye Kuang glared at Dong Yichen with murderous eyes and decided to go on a hunger strike.
He had originally thought of using the slovenly old Taoist to deal with Lin Feng, but now, by accident, he had helped Lin Feng.
Ye Kuang was furious. If this continued, he had no doubt that he would be angered to death by these people.
After feasting and drinking, Lin Feng, Dong Yichen, and Hua Yu stood by the cliff of the barren mountain, gazing at the night view of the Kunlun Sect.
The fat man in blue robes they had met earlier also appeared from somewhere.
"My esteemed brothers, you are still alive?"
"It seems Uncle-Master Duan Liang was quite merciful to you!"
The fat man's eyes were so small that they were merely slits, making one think he had no eyes at all.
"Fatty, it seems you have quite an opinion of this old Taoist. Is he really that incompetent?"
Dong Yichen inquired.
"What fatty? I have a name, my name is Ge Dazhuang, Dharma name Miaomiao, and I am a disciple of the 'Miao' generation in the Kunlun Sect."
"Except for the disciples of the 'Duan' generation, my seniority in the Kunlun Sect is very high!"
Ge Dazhuang glanced at Dong Yichen with a hint of arrogance.
"Miaomiao? Isn't that a girl's name? You're quite cute!"
Dong Yichen chuckled. He really couldn't bring himself to call him Miaomiao.
"A name is just a codename, gender doesn't matter. In any case, it's very dangerous for you to be with Uncle-Master Duan Liang right now; you might kick the bucket any day."
As Ge Dazhuang spoke, he took out a chicken drumstick from his embrace and sat down on the ground, savoring it.
"Brother Dazhuang, I have a question for you. Why is your Uncle-Master Duan Liang willing to stay on this desolate mountain?"
Lin Feng felt that Ge Dazhuang knew a lot of things and asked tentatively.
"If you want to get information from me, what benefits can you give me?"
Ge Dazhuang rubbed his fingers together.
"Benefits? You still want benefits, you brat? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
Dong Yichen clenched his fist and threatened him fiercely.
Ge Dazhuang was unfazed and sneered, "Beat me? With your skill, it would be me beating you!"
"In short, without benefits, I won't answer your questions!"
Upon hearing this, Dong Yichen immediately became agitated.
He was actually looked down upon by Ge Dazhuang. Uncle can endure it, but Auntie cannot!
So, Dong Yichen picked up his fist and punched Ge Dazhuang.
Ge Dazhuang couldn't even be bothered to raise his eyelids. With a gentle wave of his small, plump hand, a golden light emanated from him.
Dong Yichen's fist struck the golden light, and with a boom, it felt like hitting steel, making Dong Yichen's fist ache.
"Holy cow, you can do Golden Bell Shield, you fatty?"
Dong Yichen was somewhat surprised.
"What garbage is Golden Bell Shield? This is my Turtle Shell Divine Skill, impervious to all methods!"
Ge Dazhuang curled his lips disdainfully. He had cultivated in the Kunlun Sect for over a decade, never learning offensive techniques, only specializing in defense.
His Turtle Shell Divine Skill had reached the eighth level, making him the strongest in defense among all disciples of the 'Miao' generation.
The reason was also peculiar: he was a rather Buddhist person, disliking fighting and being hit.
So, to avoid being beaten, he practiced the Turtle Shell Divine Skill day and night. With his day-by-day efforts, he had actually achieved an extraordinary level in the Turtle Shell Divine Skill, which no one else learned.
One should know that the highest level of the Turtle Shell Divine Skill was only the ninth level, and he had reached the eighth level at such a young age.
One could imagine his talent in defense!
"Turtle Shell Divine Skill? The name suits you well. You're amazing!"
Dong Yichen knew when to stop. Realizing the formidable power of Ge Dazhuang's Turtle Shell Divine Skill, he no longer provoked him.
"Alright, it's just benefits, are these enough?"
Dong Yichen took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket.
"What is this? Hell money?"
"This is the Kunlun Sect, not the mortal world. If you give me money, where am I supposed to spend it?"
Ge Dazhuang was somewhat speechless.
"Yeah, the money is useless to you, so what do you want?"
Dong Yichen was also embarrassed, his intelligence slightly lacking.
"Of course, I want things I can use, such as spirit stones, talismans, or cultivation techniques."
Ge Dazhuang looked at Lin Feng and the others as if they were country bumpkins, suddenly feeling that there was no oil to be skimmed from them.
"Spirit stones? You mean these things?"
Lin Feng took out the spiritual energy stones he carried.
When Hua Yu saw the small stones in Lin Feng's hand, her expression instantly became complicated.
Others didn't know where these stones came from, but she knew perfectly well that these were what Lin Feng had excreted.
Even a dog wouldn't want this stuff, so would Ge Dazhuang be interested?
To Hua Yu's surprise, Ge Dazhuang's eyes lit up when he saw the stones in Lin Feng's hand.
"Yes, these are spirit stones. You're quite rich, kid. Give me five first."
Ge Dazhuang reached out to ask for them.
Lin Feng didn't waste words. He had many spiritual energy stones now, so five was nothing.
"Alright, now that I've received your benefits, I'll answer your question first."
"The reason Uncle-Master Duan Liang stays on this barren mountain is that this mountain contains a lost secret technique of our Kunlun Sect."
Ge Dazhuang said.
"Secret technique, what secret technique?"
Lin Feng's curiosity was piqued.
"Give me five more, and I'll answer this question for you."
Ge Dazhuang extended his small, plump hand again.
Lin Feng had no choice but to give Ge Dazhuang another five.
"The secret technique is called Flying Pig Speed, the fastest footwork in the world, covering a thousand miles in a single step, unmatched by anyone."
"It is said that the Kunlun Patriarch personally slew a Sky Roc using Flying Pig Speed back then."
"You know, the speed of a Sky Roc is comparable to the speed of light. If he could catch a Sky Roc, how fast must Flying Pig Speed be!"
Ge Dazhuang described.
"That amazing! So what is the connection between this secret technique and this barren mountain?"
Dong Yichen's curiosity was also piqued, as this secret technique was truly terrifying.
"This is another question. If you want to know the answer, keep offering."
Ge Dazhuang habitually extended his hand.