Chapter 166: Gourmet

Outside Fang Can's residence, a certain Yizhuan stood beneath a tree, watching the woman walking out from within the residence.

At this moment, five days had already passed since Fang Can completed the y Divine Spell.

"Miss, have you cultivated with Fang Can?" Yizhuan asked seriously.

Lu Lu Zi Yi nodded lightly, her mind still lingering on everything from yesterday.

Just thinking that the rest of her life from now on would be spent tasting the bitterness of cultivation, she felt as if her entire life had suddenly gained meaning.

What she had looked forward to most these past few days was tomorrow's grand feast.

"Then, how were the effects?" Yizhuan asked expectantly; the purpose of arranging the young lady to infiltrate this time was precisely to gather this intelligence.

"This... I truly don't know." Lu Lu Zi Yi said awkwardly.

"Don't know? Didn't you already admit to cultivating with Fang Can? How could you not know?" Yizhuan frowned.

"It was just one plate of food, split among a hundred people — too many monks, too little porridge."

Lu Lu Zi Yi said guiltily: "I hadn't even tasted it before it was snatched away by the others."

"Each person only gets to taste it a couple of times; no matter how excellent the medicinal effect, you simply can't feel it." Lu Lu Zi Yi said slowly.

"That brute Fang Can is actually so fierce."

That Yizhuan was slightly startled, but could only accept it: "Fine, you'll stay at Fang Can's residence from now on, and try to uncover intelligence on Fang Can as soon as possible."

"This one understands." Lu Lu Zi Yi said obediently, and in the next instant the figure before her vanished on the spot.

Looking at the tree beneath her where she was once again alone, Lu Lu Zi Yi's face betrayed not the slightest emotion, only feeling that the life of a double agent was somewhat difficult.

Moreover, the effects of the precious medicine were truly astonishing; no matter how much she delayed, she could only stall for one month.

"I hope Lord Fang Can can remain safe in the end." Lu Lu Zi Yi secretly mused, worrying whether the Fourth Turn could protect Fang Can.

After all, in the next period there was a very high chance that the top 100 of the Rising Dragon Ranking would all be occupied by them.

When that time comes, the Heavenly Secrets Ranking would be filled entirely with Fang Can's disciples/women — a golden qilin was originally a creature of the pond, but once it ascends to immortality it becomes a phoenix; even the Fourth Turn behind Fang Can would feel pressure, wouldn't they.

Sighing softly, Lu Lu Zi Yi walked back along the small path toward the residence; upon reaching the courtyard, she saw a devotee devoutly digging out the top layer of soil from the ground, then filling it in with new soil and tamping it down.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Lu Lu Zi Yi asked instinctively.

The devotee kneeling on the ground turned her head, saw the girl in fluttering skirts, and smiled: "Oh, it's Miss Lu. I'm collecting footprints."

"Huh?" Lu Lu Zi Yi instinctively took a step back, then asked curiously: "What footprints?"

"The footprints of a deity, of course." The devotee's eyes on the ground were filled with devotion: "This patch of land has been fortunate enough to be stepped on by a deity, so it has become a holy relic. I must carefully collect it."

"This..." Lu Lu Zi Yi instinctively showed a subtle expression, feeling that the devotee before her was somewhat perverted.

"I really envy you, Miss Lu." The devotee sighed: "To actually be able to attend a deity — if I could have a deity's foot step on my face, it would simply be the blessing reaped from ten lifetimes of devout cultivation."

"Mm..." Lu Lu Zi Yi had originally wanted to inwardly mutter a few complaints.

But her mind suddenly conjured up such an image — white-haired, red-eyed Fang Can with bare, fair, jade-like feet, wearing a look of distaste yet having no choice but to step on her face.

Just thinking of this, the girl's breathing instinctively grew coarse and heavy, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Taking her leave of the footprint-collecting devotee, she rounded the small path, and Lu Lu Zi Yi chose to return to the main hall.

At this moment, a group of beauties were gathered here, chatting amiably with one another; no matter what fantasies they harbored inside, at least on the surface they could not show any discord.

Just thinking of the scene where their wilfulness caused Fang Can to dislike them, and they would never taste his delicacies again, they no longer dared to act up.

"Hey, I discovered Lord Fang Can's sensitive spot."

Facing the curious gazes of the others, a cute-faced, petite and delicate girl said eagerly: "Lord Fang Can's weakness is actually at his waist."

"This morning, when my hand accidentally rested on his waist and pressed lightly, his body instinctively tensed up slightly."

The girl covered her blushing face and said: "Tomorrow you can try doing this too. Although his lordship is a bit sensitive, he won't refuse your touch."

Is the waist a sensitive spot?

The women pondered, deciding to give it a proper try tomorrow — indeed, many hands make light work.

"What's so great about that..." a girl said with a proud little snort: "I've even tasted Lord Fang Can's jade feet."

What!!!

The moment these words were spoken, everyone stared at the speaking woman in utter shock, and someone immediately recognized her identity.

It turned out to be a Mind-Phase martial artist and a devotee of Fang Can — not someone with ulterior motives smuggled in, but someone who had been selected openly and fairly on the strength of her own looks and martial prowess.

'So she's a devotee of Lord Fang Can — well, that makes perfect sense then.'

Looking at the woman before her, Lu Lu Zi Yi instinctively thought of that martial artist from earlier who had been collecting Fang Can's footprints.

Facing the devotee's self-revelation, the surrounding women said eagerly: "Tell us, tell us, what do Lord Fang Can's jade feet taste like?"

"Don't rush, let me recall." The girl, her face flushed, truly began to savor the memory.

After thinking for a moment, the girl said: "If you ask what Lord Fang Can's delicacy tastes like, then every moment feels different."

"The moment your tongue first touches the delicacy, you can sense the faint sweetness of the top note, like the finest honey — this comes from the ease of his lordship's pampered life in his first half."

"The middle note is a rose-like, decadent taste of blood, which comes from the countless battles Lord Fang Can has fought after beginning his cultivation, his feet having trodden over countless corpses."

"As for the lingering aftertaste that follows..."

The girl drew out her words, causing everyone to instinctively lean in, wanting to know more.

It wasn't that she was playing coy, but that she was carefully savoring the flavor in her heart and converting it into words.

"Lord Fang Can's aftertaste is one of endless icy loneliness — from those cool soles you can feel the loneliness in his lordship's heart."

The girl's eyes grew hazy, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together:

"This is because his lordship has already taken his stand above the heavens; the chill of being lofty and alone makes him like an immortal untouched by mortal dust, making one unable to resist wanting to drag him down into the mortal world."

Classy! Way too classy!

Following the devotee girl's account, those around her instinctively dabbed at the corners of their mouths and said: "You're exaggerating a bit, aren't you? And how could Lord Fang Can possibly let you taste his delicacy?"

"Because I launched a sneak attack." The girl stuck out her tongue playfully:

"While his lordship was busy cooking, I stole a bite, and then the flustered lord, once he realized, punished me by forbidding me from accompanying him in cultivation for three days."

Though she spoke thus, a frenzy burned in the girl's eyes.

Clearly, she deemed it entirely reasonable to trade three days for the chance to savor a single meal.

"However, my lord reacted too quickly; you were discovered after merely taking one bite," the girl said, her face falling.

(End of this chapter)