Fang Qingchi had never seen such a magical sight before.
For cultivators, building a mansion was not a difficult task, but instantly turning a dilapidated thatched hut into a sturdy stone hut was by no means easy.
Not to mention changing clothes and food out of thin air.
From something to something and from nothing to something, this was a very different realm.
At first, she guessed that there was a great cultivator playing tricks on her, and after stealth, she took the items from the storage ring, but she didn't notice the slightest spatial fluctuation, and all the items appeared out of thin air.
To be able to create something from nothing and still present the food with all its colors and flavors, this is at least something that a great cultivator of the Transformation Stage can do, right?
Or maybe ... it was a cultivator of the Harmonization Stage?
Fang Qingchi wasn't sure.
At least her master, that old demon Qingxuan Daoist at the God Transformation Stage, couldn't do this either.
Her master could only transform ingredients into ready-made food, but could not make food appear out of thin air, of course, it could not be ruled out that her master had never studied such techniques, after all, cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage would be able to dispel grain.
The aroma of the food hooked Fang Qingzhi cravings fluttering, cultivation was abolished after she has not been able to open up the grain, the meat of the demonic beasts with poison, she is difficult to distinguish, can only rely on the mountain wild fruits and grass roots to feed their hunger.
Hiding under the bed like this was not a solution after all.
Fang Qingzhi cautiously poked out half of her head from the bed, and summoned up the courage to shout: "Which senior is casting spells? I, Fang Qingzhi, dare to ask senior to show himself."
The surroundings were silent, the only sound was the sound of the torrential rain beating against the bamboo window.
Fang Qingzhi was silent for a moment and decided that it was better to come out from under the bed first.
Although it was false that she was not afraid, but on second thought, the other party was so powerful that if they really wanted to do something, how could she resist? Just now, the palms of her feet were also lightly nudged, and that senior's hands were warm, seemingly mocking her for hiding under the bed but revealing her foot ...
Thinking of this, Fang Qingzhi bit her lower lip and her face reddened.
It's just a matter of dying.
She burrowed out from under the bed and looked around the room for a week, not seeing any suspicious figures.
Her eyes eventually landed indisputably on the sumptuous dishes on the table.
"Gulp-!"
The sound of gulping resounded simultaneously with the hunger in her belly.
She squirmed and sat down at the table, staring at the delicacies on the table, but did not make a move.
Instead, she cupped her fists and kowtowed, respectfully saying, "If senior is unwilling to show her face, can you tell Qing Ran whether or not these foods are edible for Qing Ran? If senior does not allow it, Qing Ran would rather starve to death than dare to touch senior's things."
After saying that, Fang Qingzhi sat down in front of the table full of food, closed her eyes, and crossed her legs in meditation.
...
Pingan Chen simply fried a tomato scrambled egg to deal with lunch.
When he came back and opened his cell phone, he saw that Fang Qingzhi had come out from under the bed and was sitting in front of the dining table meditating, his body shaking, beads of sweat hanging on his flowery cat-like face, and his nostrils fluttering, apparently holding back the temptation of food.
"What kind of look is this?" Chen Pingan lost his smile.
What kind of person meditates against a table full of food? Exercising willpower? This little girl's chin was almost attached to the roasted chicken.
[Fang Qingzhi requests for a nutritious meal, do you agree?]
A dialog box popped up.
"This still requires my consent? So strict?"
Pingan Chen shook his head and lost his smile, choosing to agree.
Fang Qingzhi in the screen seemed to have heard something and opened her eyes, her face revealing delight.
"Thank you senior!"
"I throw, there's still sound!"
A clear and pleasant female voice suddenly rang out, startling Pingan Chen. He originally thought that the game did not have sound because the game did not have background music, so he did not turn on the sound. It was only later when he turned on the volume that he realized that there were very real ambient sounds, such as the crackling sound of a burning fireplace and the sound of a rainstorm outside.
But he had never thought that Fang Qingchi had a specialized voiceover.
Sure enough, a small workshop using materials is fierce!
Pingan Chen continued to watch the girl eat.
At first, Fang Qingzhi ate in small bites, then her chopsticks danced faster and faster, gradually turning into a wolf's appetite, and that windswept speed saw Ping An Chen dumbfounded.
Worthy of being a game, only a game character can eat so fast.
...
After finishing her meal, Fang Qing Zhi picked up the small square napkin next to her and wiped her mouth, blushing as she bowed her head in gratitude, "It has been a long time since my junior has tasted such delicious food, senior's great kindness, Qing Ran will never forget it!"
As she was meditating with her eyes closed, she suddenly heard a "may".
That sound was like the sound of the Great Dao, which went straight into the soul.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a huge golden character made of aura floating on the rice - "May".
This was clearly a sound transmission technique.
Condensing aura into words was something that many cultivators could do.
However, this aura font was not formed by mobilizing the surrounding aura, but was created out of thin air. This meant that this aura font came along with the sound transmission technique, and it was unknown how far away this senior was transmitting the sound from.
Hiss ...
Fang Qingzhi secretly sucked in a mouthful of cold air, only to realize that that senior was becoming more and more mysterious. But no matter what, for now, this senior didn't seem to have any malicious intent.
"Senior, I'll go clean up the dishes."
Fang Qingzhi got up with her plate and walked out the door.
Outside, it was raining like a torrential downpour, the sky was covered in dark clouds, the dense rain line pressed the visibility down to less than five meters, and apart from the crackling of the rain and the faint sound of thunder, nothing could be heard.
"It's raining even harder than just now ..."
Fang Qingzhi looked at the sky, a trace of gratitude welling up in her heart.
If it wasn't for the senior who had bestowed her with this mansion, I'm afraid that her broken thatched cottage would have been destroyed by the torrential rain long ago.
There was a small corridor outside the mansion, she walked along the eaves to the side and quickly found the wooden barrel that was placed outside the door yesterday. This barrel was originally used to catch rainwater for drinking, and now that it was full, it was just convenient for her to wash the dishes.
[Fang Qingzhi is washing dishes]
[Fang Qingzhi's favorability +5, currently 10]
"Not bad, you can actually wash dishes? It's not surprising that there's a favorability system."
Ping An Chen felt that this game was getting more and more interesting.
Not only were the characters lifelike, but there were also numerous places to interact.
How come I haven't seen this game online before?
Seeing that the identity and physical examination reports would still take a few minutes to come out, Pingan Chen began to study the other features and soon discovered a new continent.
He had originally thought that the scene of the game was only near that small house, but realized that this was not the case - this game actually had a map, and it was also very large! Expanding the map all the way, Fang Qingzhi's location was just a small circle, the green dot within the circle represented Fang Qingzhi, and the surrounding area was shrouded in black mist, so it should be an area that had yet to be explored.
In addition to the map near the small house being lit up, there was also a clan-like building on the map that wasn't shrouded in mist, with three big golden letters written on it - Qing Yun Sect.
"Huh? This is the clan that Fang Qingzhi once belonged to, right?"
Pingan Chen frowned, Fang Qingzhi was a disciple of the Qing Yun Sect, so why wasn't he in the sect? It had also ended up in such a sorry state. Moreover, this place was not far from the Qing Yun Sect, which was located at the top of another mountain, while this place was at the foot of the mountain, which was only a few steps away for cultivators.
There must be many stories here ...
He re-shrunk the map and his face suddenly changed.
He only saw five red dots appear in the area near the small house circle, which were rapidly moving towards where Fang Qingzhi was!