Gu Linglong and Ling Feng had been sparring for over half an hour.
In the end, Gu Linglong, panting heavily, decided to stop.
Opposite her, Ling Feng held a stick, his breathing still steady. Not a single drop of sweat adorned his forehead.
After a moment of thought, he said, "Thank you, Senior Sister, for going easy on me."
He felt that perhaps it wasn't that Gu Linglong was weak, but rather that she had deliberately held back to take care of him. The senior sister was truly kind-hearted.
Hearing this, Gu Linglong felt a bit embarrassed. "Well, Junior Brother, your swordsmanship is quite impressive. It seems that Elder Liu must have been very diligent in his guidance."
"Indeed, my Master is very dedicated."
Ling Feng nodded slightly.
Although Liu Rusi appeared unreliable, ever since the visit from the White Cloud Sect leader and others, she had taken a greater interest in his training.
Now he knew eighteen different sword techniques, all taught by her.
"Alright, it's getting late. I'll head back now and will visit again another day," Gu Linglong said with a smile, cupping her hands in farewell before reluctantly leaving.
On her way down the mountain, she thought of Ling Feng's sharp and varied sword moves and clenched her fists.
"I need to work harder myself!"
On the mountain, Ling Feng also reflected on his battle with Gu Linglong. "Some of the sword techniques I could have used better. I need to pay attention next time."
[Ding! Host has successfully engaged in combat for the first time, impressing the opponent. As expected of the future Super Invincible God King, the host receives one Zhenyan Dan as a reward.]
"What's a Zhenyan Dan?"
[Replying to the host, Zhenyan Dan is a pill that compels the person to speak the truth.]
"Oh, I see."
Ling Feng suddenly understood.
Today's gains were quite good.
He had received two types of medicinal pills: ten Qingping Dan and one Zhenyan Dan.
In a good mood, he looked at the empty kitchen, devoid of even a single bowl, and couldn't help but sigh, "I guess I'll go eat at the cafeteria for dinner."
After descending the mountain, he stopped a disciple to ask for directions.
He quickly found the cafeteria's location.
The cafeteria was large, bustling with disciples coming and going due to dinner time.
Some disciples were eating while continually complaining.
"What's up with the cafeteria chefs? The food keeps getting worse!"
"Look at this braised pork ribs, it's all black and unappetizing."
"I heard the cafeteria head is related to the Grand Elder. You all better watch what you say; otherwise, they might cut off our food supply."
Ling Feng casually ordered a few dishes at the counter.
Then he found an empty seat and began to eat!
However, after taking a bite of the scrambled eggs, Ling Feng couldn't help but frown, quickly spitting it out onto the table.
Others noticed and whispered among themselves.
"Who is this guy? Is he just here to pick a fight with the cafeteria?"
"Not sure, maybe he has a bad appetite."
Ling Feng ignored the curious gazes and took a few more bites.
But without exception, he spat everything out.
The more he ate, the deeper his frown became.
Finally, his face turned rare and dark as he stood up, dumped the plates of food into the trash can, and found a bottle of water to rinse his mouth.
The cafeteria chefs, already displeased, came out.
One of them, holding an iron ladle, snorted coldly, "Kid, what are you playing at? Eat a bite and spit it out? Do you have a problem with us?"
"Yes, and it's a big one!"
Ling Feng nodded. "These dishes can't even be called food; they're more like poison! Has your cafeteria's conscience been eaten by dogs to come up with such a concoction using waste oil? You're endangering the entire White Cloud Sect!"
The chefs' expressions changed upon hearing this.
"Kid, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
"What waste oil? Don't talk rubbish!"
"Scaremongering!"
Ignoring them, Ling Feng calmly said, "I will report this to the Sect Leader and let him decide. You all should be prepared for punishment."
Then he addressed the disciples in the cafeteria, "Everyone, don't eat this food; it'll harm your health."
Upon hearing this, the crowd looked at their plates with disdain.
"I don't care if what this guy says is true, but this food is really bad."
"I thought it was okay to eat."
"That's because something's wrong with your taste buds."
"Who is this person? Is what he says true?"
"I suspected I had diarrhea yesterday because of the cafeteria's food."
The crowd murmured among themselves.
Seeing Ling Feng walk towards the cafeteria exit, several chefs grew anxious.
They rushed forward to stop him.
"Stop right there!"
"Don't think you can leave without clarifying your words!"
The chefs all moved to block him, demonstrating some martial arts prowess.
But Ling Feng was also in the Innate Realm.
With true energy surging inside him, he easily knocked a few of them to the ground in just a few moves.
"Innate Warrior!"
"This kid has quite a bit of strength; why haven't I heard of him before—"
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At this moment, a young man in white stood up and cupped his hands, saying, "Junior Brother, I am Zhang Ruocheng from the Divine Sword Peak. I wonder what you mean by 'waste oil'?"
"It's Brother Zhang."
"Zhang Ruocheng, the direct disciple of Divine Sword Peak, is also here in the cafeteria."
Ling Feng glanced at him and used a probing technique.
[Zhang Ruocheng]
[Direct disciple of Divine Sword Peak in Baiyun Sect, cultivation level Martial Master Level 7, known for being steady and calm, warm-hearted and straightforward, with a strong sense of chivalry...]
He seemed to be a trustworthy person.
"Waste oil is an extremely low-quality oil. Long-term consumption can harm one's health and even pose life-threatening risks."
"Extremely low-quality oil? Can you elaborate on that?" Zhang Ruocheng asked.
Ling Feng pondered for a moment, then said, "To put it this way, this kind of oil can be extracted from the internal organs of dead pigs and pig skins, and it can also be extracted from leftover food, such as the slop in that bucket over there."
Everyone looked at the murky bucket, floating with milky-white oil and various unknown meat scraps, and couldn't help but feel nauseated.
Some people couldn't bear it anymore and rushed outside to vomit.
"Damn!! I wondered why the cafeteria food was so terrible! Turns out we're eating leftover slop; disgusting!!"
"Damn it, those ruthless bastards!"
"Disgusting, disgusting!"
The crowd was furious.
Zhang Ruocheng's expression also turned sour as he fought back the urge to vomit. He continued to ask, "How did you find out about this waste oil?"
"I'm a chef with a natural sensitivity to taste, so I can tell," Ling Feng replied.
He had a divine tongue that allowed him to easily discern the quality of a dish and its preparation process. But also because of this divine tongue, when he ate the food earlier, the taste was so terrible that he almost thought he was eating excrement. This was one of the reasons he felt so angry.
"This matter is serious. Please, Junior Brother, come with me to report this to the Sect Leader."
"Alright."
Ling Feng did not refuse.
The other disciples surrounded the cafeteria, not allowing anyone to leave.
Before long, Ling Feng found himself again in front of the Baiyun Sect Leader.
"Oh, it's little Feng! What brings you here?" The Baiyun Sect Leader greeted him warmly.
Zhang Ruocheng was a bit surprised. This junior brother seemed quite extraordinary. Wait a minute. I heard that a martial arts prodigy recently joined; could it be him?!
"Leader, I have important news to report today."
Ling Feng recounted his discoveries in the cafeteria in detail.
After listening, the Baiyun Sect Leader's expression darkened to the point that it looked like it could drip water. "Someone! Go and arrest everyone involved in the cafeteria and bring them to the punishment hall!"