My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 109 - : Mysterious Vegetarian Feast on the Eve of Buddha ‘s Birthday

Chapter 109: Mysterious Vegetarian Feast on the Eve of Buddha ‘s Birthday

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Clang, clang, clang…”

Seven light sounds rang out as the man in black sat on the ground, his movements as swift as lightning. He tapped the side of the short knife with his finger, using a subtle technique to break Lin Qingyu’s agile knife strikes.

Lin Qingyu sneered, put away her short knife, and switched to a giant axe, half the size of a door, obviously very heavy.

“No more, no more fighting!” the man in black pleaded, covering his face and communicating telepathically, quickly conceding.

Lin Qingyu stopped but didn’t put away her axe, waiting for an explanation from the man in black.

“Let’s be friendly, we are fellow practitioners after all.”

The man pulled down the black cloth covering his face, revealing a young man’s face, marked with the imprint of Lin Qingyu’s shoe.

Sitting on the ground, he communicated telepathically.

“Golden Chalice Steps, Broken Jade Sword Technique… You’re from the Spirit

Charm Sect?”

“That’s right.”

Lin Qingyu narrowed her eyes, “Seven Strikes of the Severing Blade… Are you a sword cultivator?”

Both were intruders in Tian Chong Temple, and to avoid attracting attention from the disciplinary monks, they had used only their most basic combat skills.

Exposing each other’s affiliations was a way to showcase their strengths and deter the other.

“I am Chu Qian, a disciple of the Immortal Chef Sect.”

Chu Qian smiled, showing his white teeth.

A kitchen knife is also a knife; it’s normal for the Immortal Kitchen Sect, which is somewhat of a sword sect, to have secret sword techniques.

“Spirit Charm Sect, Lin Qingyu.”

Lin Qingyu, without hiding her identity, reported her name, “What are you doing here?”

“Here to observe and learn.”

Chu Qian communicated telepathically, “Tian Chong Temple’s vegetarian feast is famous far and wide. Tomorrow is Tian Chong Buddha’s Birthday, and they will probably start cooking before dawn.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke.

“I plan to sneak in and learn a thing or two.”

He then reached for his head and removed a wig, revealing a shiny bald head, even painted with imitation scars.

Lin Qingyu was silent.

“…You could have used an illusion to turn yourself into a monk directly, right?”

“The taste of Tian Chong Temple’s vegetarian food is excellent, but the top-tier dishes are a closely guarded secret… I suspect it might involve a certain ‘Dao’.” Chu Qian stood up, serious.

“The closer one resembles a monk, the more delicious the vegetarian feast… Before I leave, I plan to steal an authentic monk’s robe.” Lin Qingyu:

Chu Qian’s dedication to his culinary path left her speechless.

“What are you here for, Daoist Lin?” Chu Qian asked. “I’m also here to steal techniques.”

“That’s impossible.”

Chu Qian was in doubt.

“The Spirit Charm Sect should be sneaking into the neighboring ‘Red LuanO Pavilion’ instead. This is a cooking place, that’s where you… Hey, hey, don’t hit me.”

“Then you must be here for that Heart-Bewitching Elder, right?”

Chu Qian was shocked when he inadvertently connected the dots, “She’s still alive?”

“She’s one of our sect’s elders, why are you so surprised?”

Lin Qingyu looked at him, “Do you know her?”

“I don’t, but… This means… This means…”

Chu Qian’s eyes lit up, “This means Tian Chong Temple’s vegetarian feast might extend one’s lifespan!”

Lin Qingyu felt the conversation was going nowhere.

She suspected this Immortal Chef Sect disciple named Chu Qian was a bit off, not foolish, but definitely not normal.

“Okay, they’re gone now. You steal your techniques, and I’ll find my person.”

Lin Qingyu didn’t want to entangle herself with this individual further and bid farewell.

“Goodbye, Daoist Lin.”

Chu Qian fixed his wig, covered his face, and they both turned and left swiftly.

After a while.

“Eh, Daoist Lin, why are you following me?”

“…I went the wrong way.”

“Oh. ”

After another while.

“Daoist Lin, why are you still following me?”

“That’s because I also need to go in that direction.”

Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and took out the soul lamp from her storage artifact.

The soul lamp pointed in the same direction Chu Qian was heading.

Chu Qian paused.

“But I’m going to Tian Chong Temple’s kitchen…”

Lin Qingyu:

“Daoist Chu, is there a newly built place nearby for imprisoning criminals or erring disciples?”

Lin Qingyu felt something was amiss.

Chu Qian pondered. He had prepared thoroughly for his mission to Tian Chong Temple, familiar with the layout.

But…

“To my knowledge, Tian Chong Temple’s kitchen is located on the back mountain. There’s no place for imprisoning criminals there, at least not publicly.”

Chu Qian responded.

Lin Qingyu felt a sinking feeling, a bad premonition.

Chu Qian, seeing her reaction, advised, “Don’t worry, Daoist Lin. Perhaps your sect elder admires the culinary arts and is studying in the kitchen. Being able to cook and stir-fry every day is like living a fairy-like life.”

He said this with a look of longing.

Lin Qingyu rolled her eyes.

“So, a revered elder of the Spirit Charm Sect doesn’t become an honored guest, but instead runs to a temple to become a cook?”

“Hey, don’t look down on cooks!”

Chu Qian protested.

“My Immortal Chef Sect, a top-tier powerful sect, was once offended by a great teaching’s master. Since then, he couldn’t find a prestigious place to host guests for meals.”

Lin Qingyu scoffed.

“Yeah, but then his daughter-in-law turned out to be the master of the Immortal Farmer Sect, who cut off your sect’s supply of top-grade ingredients. In the end, your sect master had to beg her.” Chu Qian felt a bit embarrassed.