Fenrir Howe found it quite unbelievable.
He was no weak and bookish scholar who knew nothing about physical labor or farming but a young and capable general who could fight bravely on the battlefield. With the long spear in his hand, he had fought bravely on the battlefield and established great achievements, thus earning the title of Champion Marquis.
Compared with ordinary cultivators at the first level of Spirit Nurturing, he definitely had an advantage in physical strength.
And Chu Shaobai, as the eldest son of the Chu family in Qinghe, was favored by the family's old ancestor. It was said that since he was a child, he had enjoyed the nourishment of various medicinal baths and meals. After reaching the first level of Spirit Nurturing, his spiritual power was even deeper than that of cultivators of the same level.
However, the combined work efficiency of these two people was not as good as that of Ryan, who was clearly an outsider in farming!
This indicated one thing...
Ryan's reserves of spiritual power and physical strength had already far surpassed the sum of the two of them and reached a level that was out of reach for others!
A thought that even he himself found unbelievable popped into Fenrir Howe's mind.
He stared at Ryan and blurted out: "Could it be that you have already reached the second level of Spirit Nurturing?"
Unlike other newly enrolled registered disciples, he had an extraordinary encounter in the dream and thus had nearly a hundred years of cultivation experience.
Although he hadn't reached a very high realm, as a person at the bottom of the cultivation world, Fenrir Howe had also accumulated a lot of knowledge and experience.
If the guess was true, such an advancement speed was simply unheard of!
Ryan put down the hoe and found that even with the protection and blessing of his spiritual power, the farming tool had already shown some signs of damage. Obviously, it couldn't last much longer and couldn't be used for many more days.
No wonder there were three sets of farming tools in Fenrir Howe's thatched cottage...
It turned out that this kind of refined steel hoe, which looked good in quality and appearance, was simply a consumable item for registered disciples!
Ryan didn't beat around the bush and didn't have the idea of showing off his realm. He immediately said concisely: "I plan to carefully understand the mysteries of the first level of Spirit Nurturing. After I have a complete comprehension, I will then make a breakthrough."
"Now I am at the same realm as you two. I just practiced a blood-refining secret technique called "The Glorious Purple Blood Art", and both my spiritual power and physical strength have reached three times that of cultivators of the same level."
Fenrir Howe's doubts were dispelled.
He let out a long sigh of relief: "So that's how it is!"
Chu Shaobai's envy was palpable: "Is this the treatment for a true disciple?"
"Just after entering the sect, the gap has been completely widened!"
"I can't even imagine how high a level Brother Ryan can reach on this path of immortal cultivation!"
He was envious, but at the same time, he was also vaguely happy for Ryan.
Fenrir Howe, however, shook his head and said with a complex expression: "You underestimated Ryan's talent."
"The more powerful the secret technique is, the harsher the conditions for successful cultivation will be."
"Either there are almost unreasonable restrictions on talent and comprehension, or it requires a vast amount of resources, or it takes a lot of time to practice bit by bit with painstaking efforts."
"The Glorious Purple Blood Art"...
By chance, he had some knowledge of it in the future dream.
That was a top-notch secret technique that extremely tested one's comprehension. From the moment one started to practice it, one couldn't operate the fundamental cultivation method of the immortal cultivation.
Before achieving success, the spiritual power wouldn't increase at all, the realm would remain stagnant, and there would even be signs of a decline in cultivation base.
This phenomenon wouldn't end until "The Glorious Purple Blood Art" was completely mastered.
Theoretically speaking, a person with mediocre talent but a firm mind could master this technique in three years.
The problem was...
All cultivators in this world were flesh and blood, and their minds would waver.
Who could bear it if their cultivation base didn't progress at all for three whole years?
That kind of torment was beyond description!
Fenrir Howe just thought about it and put himself in that situation, and he felt a bit of a chill on his scalp.
Cultivating immortals was all about seizing every minute and second and fighting against fate.
No one could guarantee whether the time wasted in practicing the secret technique would become the crucial factor that led to the arrival of one's lifespan limit and the inability to break through the realm!
How many days had passed since Ryan was designated as a true disciple by the True Person of Turbid Wine and taken to the mountain top until now?
He had already mastered such a secret technique.
Such comprehension ability almost made Fenrir Howe couldn't help but gasp in astonishment!
However, he didn't know that the words he thought were okay had slightly stirred Ryan's heart.
"Fenrir Howe's words didn't seem like those of a person born in a mortal dynasty and who had just become a registered disciple."
"Instead, they were more like those of an old hand who had been in the cultivation world for many years!"
Ryan, who had read many cultivation novels before crossing over, couldn't help but secretly speculate: "Could it be that Fenrir Howe has been seized by an old monster?"
"No!"
He immediately denied his own speculation: "It doesn't feel like it!"
"Although there have been changes in temperament and eyes, Fenrir Howe still gives me the feeling of being the Champion Marquis famous for his military achievements!"
"So..."
"Perhaps he has been reincarnated?"
Ryan, who had read a lot of books, felt that the second speculation was more likely.
However, he didn't intend to expose it directly.
If these words were spoken out, there was a high probability that they would directly break off relations with the other person.
It was a big taboo to talk too deeply with someone you didn't know well - except for Chu Shaobai, no one would do that.
Ryan planned to wait until he and Fenrir Howe had a deeper friendship in the future and then go on adventures and experiences together.
Whether the other person really had characteristics like "knowing things in advance" or "knowing in advance where there would be adventures and opportunities" could be easily tested!
If so, then he could also benefit a lot from it!
If not...
It didn't matter!
Anyway, his goal was just to become friends or enemies with the other person, form good or bad karma, and find a way to double his debt repayment efficiency.
After a day of hard work, as the sun set in the west, the three of them returned under the moonlight.
Ryan invited the two to his temporarily assigned small bluestone house to have dinner together.
Chu Shaobai and Fenrir Howe didn't decline either.
Back in the house, Ryan didn't waste any time and immediately took out several delicacies cooked by the elder of the Immortal Cuisine Hall from his Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
Then, he fetched spiritual spring water from the bamboo pipe connected to the spiritual spring.
"A spatial storage device?"
Fenrir Howe glanced at the Hundred-Treasure Pouch at Ryan's waist and thought it was only natural.
As the true disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak, Ryan would surely get better storage equipment in the future!
Although Fenrir Howe didn't know much about them, he vaguely knew...
That was the life-bound magic weapon in the shape of a wine gourd passed down in the Drunken Immortal Peak lineage. It required a vast amount of resources to refine a magic weapon embryo.
The fragrance filled the air.
The strong aroma of meat, the special fragrance of seafood, and the faint fresh and fragrant smell of spiritual bamboo shoots mixed together, like a spice bomb exploding suddenly.
The three of them couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food any longer. They immediately picked up their chopsticks and enjoyed a dinner that exceeded the limit of mortal imagination.
Stir-fried Green Immortal Bamboo Shoots, Ice Spring Blue Demon Shrimp, Misty Sky Tea-flavored Duck...
The staple food was the Red Jade Spirit Rice sent by the four deacons of Drunken Immortal Peak who were in charge of outer disciples.
After being steamed, the grains of rice were crystal clear, emitting a faint heat, as if they were red jewels surrounded by fairy mist.
There were mountain delicacies and seafood, with a balanced combination of meat and vegetables.
These spiritual dishes didn't conflict with each other in effect and were all very beneficial to cultivation. Their taste also made people sigh with emotion.
No one put on airs at this time.
Everyone was not too reserved and immediately picked up their chopsticks and feasted heartily.
The food was quickly eaten up by the three of them!
Chu Shaobai was full of satisfaction, looking as happy as an immortal, and directly lay on the ground, sighing: "Such food should only exist in heaven. How often can we taste it in the mortal world?"
"After eating this meal, my life is worth it!"
"Even if I were asked to die immediately, I would be willing..."
These words were a bit exaggerated, but they were enough to prove his high recognition and praise for the dishes.
Fenrir Howe put down his chopsticks, sat upright, put his hands on his knees, and said in a clear voice: "Now I am just a registered disciple, the lowest level in the immortal sect, not worth mentioning."
"In the future, I will definitely stand at the same height as you two and have an equal conversation!"
"Registered disciple, outer disciple, inner disciple, true disciple..."
"I, Fenrir Howe, will climb to the top step by step, step by step!"
"Even if I can't become the true disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak, I will definitely fight for a true disciple position in the other branches of Xuanji Cave Heaven!"
Ryan had unparalleled comprehension, outstanding talent, and good character. He also had principles in doing things.
Although he was too sincere and a bit slow in some aspects, but...
Since he looked up to him and was willing to be friends with him,
What else could be said?
Fenrir Howe stared at Ryan, his eyes bright, and said in a deep voice: "Before, Brother Ryan said that he wanted to be friends with me."
"I am a rough man, but I happened to learn a sentence a few days ago. I thought it was quite meaningful, so I'll use it as a reply..."
The young Champion Marquis put his hands together in front of his chest, his voice firm and powerful: "It is exactly what I wish for, but I dare not ask for it!"