Chapter 166: Grand Rift Canyon (Extra Update Ten)

166. Chapter 164: Grand Rift Canyon (Extra Update Ten)

"Where are you going?"

Seeing Ding Huan about to leave the group alone, a steward disciple of the Yanyue Sect immediately called out to stop him.

Ding Huan smiled and said:

"I'm going to get something to eat for our Young Lady."

"Steward Qiong has said that leaving the group is not allowed. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences yourself."

The disciple shouted harshly.

Ding Huan quickly said:

"Don't worry, I'll just be around here, I won't go far."

This disciple still wanted to say something, but another Yanyue Sect disciple beside him pulled him back and gave him a look.

This disciple understood, just snorted and said nothing more.

"You're really a busybody. You've already warned him, and he still wants to run off to some remote place. If he dies, he deserves it."

After Ding Huan left, that other Yanyue Sect disciple said in a low voice.

"Right, he was already occupying a slot he shouldn't have. Consider me too nosy. Best if he never comes back."

The disciple who had blocked Ding Huan finally understood.

Ding Huan knew these two fellows were very dissatisfied that Guan Luo had brought him and Qing Yu aboard to enter the Dao Cultivation World, so he didn't care what they said behind his back.

There were indeed many dangers here, but he had already calculated it out long ago, so naturally he wouldn't get himself caught up in danger.

In less than half an hour, Ding Huan came back with two Celestial Fragrance Rabbits.

The Celestial Fragrance Rabbit is a demon beast, but one with extremely weak combat ability; even an ordinary martial artist could kill a Celestial Fragrance Rabbit.

Seeing Ding Huan return with two Celestial Fragrance Rabbits, the two Yanyue Sect disciples could only feel unhappy inside, secretly cursing Ding Huan's dogshit luck.

Ding Huan nimbly processed the Celestial Fragrance Rabbit meat on one side, then casually set up a simple earthen stove, took out a pot and started cooking.

This time it wasn't a competition at the Jin Residence, so Ding Huan no longer had the previous caution while cooking.

Besides, they had already arrived at the Dao Cultivation World. Even if Guan Luo chased Ding Huan away, Ding Huan wouldn't care.

So this time Ding Huan took out all kinds of seasonings, and soon he had braised a whole big pot of Celestial Fragrance Rabbit meat with a chili flavor.

"Miss Guan, Qing Yu, time to eat." Ding Huan called out.

"Ding Huan, what kind of spices did you use?"

Qing Yu smelled an unusual fragrance and quickly asked.

"I guess so, a few spices from my hometown." Ding Huan said casually, already helping himself to a rabbit leg for Guan Luo.

Guan Luo picked up the rabbit leg and took a light bite, and her eyes immediately lit up.

This Ding Huan truly had not been hired for nothing; this cooking skill was definitely something she had never tasted before.

Ding Huan also didn't stand on ceremony, picking up a rabbit leg himself and eating heartily.

But Qing Yu frowned slightly. Ding Huan was only a chef invited by Sister Luo; where had any chef ever eaten together with the master's household?

But since Guan Luo said nothing, she couldn't say anything either.

Ding Huan had been wandering the jianghu for who knows how long; the moment Qing Yu frowned, he noticed.

As for Qing Yu's frown, he treated it as air.

Unless Guan Luo had explicitly told him beforehand that as a chef he had to wait until she finished eating before he could eat, he would abide by it.

This wasn't a notion of hierarchy; this kind of unequal hierarchy was nothing in Ding Huan's eyes.

This was simply a sense of contract—things agreed upon by everyone should be honored.

Guan Luo had only asked him to be a chef, she hadn't said he had to eat her leftovers, so there was no need to wait.

Seeing Ding Huan eating together with her, Guan Luo didn't say anything more.

She couldn't finish this whole pot by herself anyway.

Besides, Ding Huan had only been her chef for this one-plus month, he hadn't sold himself to her Jin Residence.

The others also smelled the aroma of Ding Huan's food, but no one had the nerve to come over and beg for some.

Out here, everyone looked after their own belly.

As for Steward Qiong and Elder Gu, their cultivation had both reached the stage of Fasting; although they still had appetites, they wouldn't lose control like ordinary people.

At most they were thinking to themselves: this future Shao Sect's Lady really knows how to enjoy herself—even on the road to the sect, she hadn't forgotten to have the chef cook something delicious.

The Yanyue Sect's location still hadn't entered the Grand Rift Canyon; one night passed without anything happening.

From the Mortal World to the Dao Cultivation World, the most dangerous place was the endlessly long Grand Rift Canyon.

Early the next morning, Steward Qiong called everyone to line up.

After everyone was in position, Steward Qiong said in a grave tone:

"Everything I needed to warn you about, I've already warned you about. Before we enter the Grand Rift Canyon, I still have one more thing to say.

Over the years, the disappearances of new disciples have basically all happened inside the Grand Rift Canyon. Inside the Grand Rift Canyon, we can only travel by day and rest at night.

So our pace won't be too slow. Everyone must keep up with the group. If someone can't keep up, the group won't wait for you."

Hearing this, the faces of the few new disciples whose strength was slightly weaker all went pale.

Fortunately, Steward Qiong's next words let the new disciples all breathe a sigh of relief.

"Next I will give each person a Swift-Step Talisman. This kind of talisman can be used for about half a month.

Those who can't keep up need to use it sparingly. Otherwise, you'll have no choice but to stay alone in the Grand Rift Canyon."

Ding Huan thought to himself, now that's more like it.

Otherwise, for new disciples who had never cultivated, forcing them to keep up with the group would be a bit too much to ask.

What Ding Huan hadn't expected was that he was actually given Swift-Step Talismans too—two of them.

One of them was Lao Liu's, and it was temporarily left with Ding Huan.

The moment the Swift Movement Talisman was in hand, Ding Huan knew this was a fourth-grade talisman; if he had a talisman brush, he should be able to draw it.

After everyone had taken their talismans, Steward Qiong finally spoke:

"This Swift Movement Talisman is a mid-grade first-grade talisman, one of your introductory resources. If you can walk out of the Great Rift Canyon without using a talisman, the talisman is yours as well."

Ding Huan was a bit dumbfounded hearing this.

This is only a first-grade talisman? And merely a mid-grade first-grade talisman?

No matter how foolish he was, Ding Huan knew that the so-called third-grade talisman he had drawn was actually a first-grade talisman, and even a low-grade one at that.

This joke was a big one; he had always thought he was about to be able to draw fourth-grade talismans.

After all that fuss, he could only draw first-grade talismans?

Steward Qiong wouldn't care about Ding Huan's daze; he had already walked into the Great Rift Canyon.

Everyone else followed and entered the Great Rift Canyon as well.

Ding Huan could only accept this fact; he estimated that he hadn't fully understood the cultivation system and the talisman-making system.

After all, he had no master and had always been groping his way forward alone.

When they were outside the Great Rift Canyon, they could clearly still feel some heat.

The moment he entered the Great Rift Canyon, Ding Huan felt a bone-piercing chill seep into his body.

Ding Huan discovered it wasn't just him—everyone who entered this Great Rift Canyon could feel this bone-piercing chill.

The newcomers couldn't help but shiver, instinctively shrinking their necks.

Elder Gu, being the escort elder for this batch of new disciples, had been keeping an eye on the newcomers in the group.

When he saw that after entering the Great Rift Canyon, all twenty-three new disciples shivered involuntarily, while that chef didn't seem to change much.

That was strange.

Fortunately, after everyone adapted to this bone-piercing chill, their walking speed didn't slow down.

Elder Gu and Steward Qiong walked at no slow pace, but Ding Huan didn't mind.

Lao Liu was at least a ninth-grade gene beast; keeping up was easy and relaxed.

Among the twenty-three disciples, three were slightly weaker and needed to run at full speed to keep up.

Running continuously for a long time was certainly unrealistic; falling behind was inevitable. Fortunately, Steward Qiong had given out Swift Movement Talismans, which could be used when they couldn't run anymore.

That Qingyu, however, made Ding Huan look at her with new respect—her speed was not slow at all, even faster than many of the new disciples.

On the first day, no one used the Swift Movement Talisman; the three weaker disciples barely managed to keep up by running.

Although it was only one day, the gap between everyone was clear at a glance.

Before the sky had darkened, Steward Qiong once again ordered them to make camp.

The camping spot was very spacious; from the traces, this should be an old campsite.

As soon as the camp was set up, Ding Huan left the camp.

This time, the few guardian steward disciples of the Yanyue Sect paid no attention to Ding Huan—after all, if Ding Huan died, it served him right; they had warned him once.

Steward Qiong also saw Ding Huan leave the group, and he certainly wouldn't bother with him either.

His side task was to protect Guan Shu; as for an insignificant existence like Ding Huan, he wouldn't care whether he lived or died.

Several thousand meters away from the group, Ding Huan's divine sense swept out.

Soon, under his divine sense, he discovered a Golden-Spotted creature at least several zhang long; Ding Huan knew this thing was a highly venomous demon beast.

This thing looked similar to a python, but had legs.

Once bitten by this fellow, there was almost no saving the victim.

Normally, the Golden-Spotted didn't even need to bite—as long as someone approached, they would surely die.

Because the Golden-Spotted could also spew a kind of poisonous mist, and this mist was incurable.

The Golden-Spotted was very delicious, and it had another characteristic—wherever it appeared, there was bound to be a treasure.

This Golden-Spotted was several zhang long, so it must be guarding a top-grade treasure.

After confirming this Golden-Spotted posed no life-threatening danger to him, Ding Huan carefully crept closer.

Perhaps because it had long dominated this area and was extremely confident in the poisonous mist around it, this Golden-Spotted wasn't very cautious. Ding Huan had already crept up behind it, and it still didn't know.

Ding Huan raised the long blade in his hand, gathered true essence, and struck this Golden-Spotted once.

"Pfft!" A spray of blood shot out, but Ding Huan's heart sank.

The Golden-Spotted's hide was actually very thick; his slash had only grievously wounded it, not cut it clean in two with one stroke.