Chapter 99: Wish Fulfilled, True Gaunt Heavenly Scripture, The Garden of Life's Fruits Blossoms!

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Early morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Inside the cave heaven of Wuzhuang Temple,
on an upper floor,
in the innermost room,
a large window stood wide open.
A giant silver-white mouse lay sprawled on its back on the windowsill, softly snoring.
The cool breeze of midsummer morning occasionally drifted into the room,
ruffling the mouse’s silvery fur.
The mouse let out a contented hum, scratched its head with a tiny paw, turned over, and resumed its peaceful slumber.
The breeze blew through the open window, passed through the hall, and reached the grand bed in the bedroom.
On the bed,
a figure sat cross-legged.
Surrounding him were swirling, intertwining tendrils of black smoke and mist, almost obscuring his true form—a terrifying sight.
Suddenly,
the meditating figure opened his eyes.
The black smoke and mist rapidly retreated like dispersing clouds and rain, diving back into his body, revealing a young, handsome face with thick brows and bright eyes.
“Phew.”
The young man exhaled deeply, releasing a black stream of mist from his mouth that swiftly flew through the bedroom and hall, shooting toward the wide-open window.
The silver mouse on the windowsill seemed to sense something, let out a soft hum, and flipped over.
In the next moment,
the black mist darted swiftly past the silver mouse’s body, exited through the window, and vanished into the vast world outside.
The mouse continued to sleep soundly, occasionally murmuring softly, as if unaware of anything, lost in dreams.
At that moment, a young figure in a gray robe stepped out of the bedroom,
walked to the table in the hall,
picked up a teapot, and drained it in one gulp.
Then, striding toward the door, he called out toward the open windowsill, “Little White, I’m off to work. Come find me in the kitchen.”
The silver mouse merely turned over without responding, continuing its deep sleep.
The young man didn’t mind the silence, opened the door, and strode outside.
This pair—
naturally, they were Lu Fei and his little son, the treasure-seeking mouse Little White.
Or, perhaps not necessarily a son.
Lu Fei still didn’t know whether Little White was male or female.
Every time he tried to check, Little White resisted fiercely.
Lu Fei didn’t push it and gave up.
Since three months ago, after climbing the White Stone Trail on Longevity Mountain for over three years, he was finally accepted as a disciple by Master Zhen Yuanzu.
Lu Fei’s life doing chores at Wuzhuang Temple had now lasted three months.
During these months, he ate well, drank well, and slept well.
Meals were once a day, a small bowl of rice—similar treatment to when he was on Langlang Mountain.
Back then, it was about survival and filling his belly.
But at Wuzhuang Temple, eating was purely for better cultivation.
Because Lu Fei’s nightly cultivation through the demonic breathing technique yielded less progress than the boost he received from eating a single bowl of spirit rice each night.
Though the latter’s growth was slight,
it still surpassed the former.
Though it sounded absurd, it was true.
Lu Fei had compared.
His proficiency in the demonic breathing technique had reached perfection.
Yet, one night’s cultivation couldn’t match the power gained from a bowl of spirit rice at Wuzhuang Temple.
How long would it take other demons in the Great Wilderness Mountains to catch up to that?
It was truly astonishing.
But if you knew the concentration of spiritual energy inside Wuzhuang Temple—one of the richest in the mortal world, with even the well water infused with spiritual energy—you wouldn’t find the power of that carefully prepared spirit rice so unbelievable.
At this moment, the eastern sky was about to brighten.
Amid the ubiquitous cicada songs, Lu Fei strode toward the kitchen courtyard.
Shortly after,
he arrived at the courtyard,
entered the kitchen,
and skillfully lit the fragrant black firewood with his cultivation energy, a process requiring considerable effort.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as the fire flared.
He approached a small jar in the corner and extended his divine sense inside.
Inside, countless vibrant and lively spirit rice grains were bustling, jumping, and scrambling in chaotic motion.
Upon sensing his divine sense, the rice grains scattered in panic, huddling tightly at the jar’s bottom.
Thus, Lu Fei didn’t need to scoop each grain individually; a single sweep of divine sense gathered a large handful.
He then placed them in a container to prevent escape and moved toward the steamer.
Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, two figures in pink and green Daoist robes, each with a childlike topknot, were walking and chatting.
Seeing the bright light inside the kitchen, Qingfeng’s eyes lit up, and Mingyue smiled, “I bet our junior brother is already here.”
Looking at Qingfeng, Mingyue asked, “Senior Brother, dare to bet with me?”
Qingfeng shook his head, laughing, “Everyone knows junior brother is the most diligent here, always the earliest riser. I won’t bet against that.”
“Let’s hurry then. The opening day of the orchard is near; better to finish early.”
Qingfeng strode into the courtyard, and Mingyue quickly followed.
“Junior brother, you’re getting earlier and earlier.”
Entering the kitchen, seeing Lu Fei sweating and busy, Qingfeng helped and chuckled, “You should meditate more; your cultivation is still low.”
Lu Fei carefully placed the lively spirit rice into the steamer and covered it, wiping sweat from his brow with a smile, “Doing chores is also cultivation, and as the youngest here, it’s only right that I do more.”
“If only my cultivation matched you two, I wouldn’t trouble you with cooking.”
His words pleased Qingfeng, while Mingyue’s face lit up with joy.
He quickly approached Lu Fei, holding a palm fan he’d seemingly found somewhere, fanning him and saying, “Junior brother, you truly are honest, no, you’re a straightforward demon.”
“Remember what you said today!”
“When you achieve the demon core stage, this kitchen duty will be yours.”
“Don’t back out!”
Mingyue, fearing Lu Fei would go back on his word, fanned him vigorously and repeated the promise.
Lu Fei laughed; his words were sincere.
He was the newest disciple at Wuzhuang Temple.
Before him, the youngest among the forty-eight disciples had been Qingfeng and Mingyue.
Though the youngest, Mingyue was already over five hundred years old, and Qingfeng was a century older than him, over six hundred years.
These two senior brothers were not very diligent in cultivation and often playful. Their Golden Core level was solely due to the temple’s excellent environment, the dense spiritual energy in the air, and the spirit spring water and spirit rice they consumed.
Because Qingfeng and Mingyue were the youngest, they had long been responsible for chores like steaming rice.
No matter how interesting, repetitive tasks become tiresome after centuries.
But it was a necessary duty; they couldn’t shirk it.
Now that Lu Fei had arrived, being the newest and weakest, Qingfeng and Mingyue took good care of him,
both to make a good impression on other senior brothers and on Master Zhen Yuanzu.

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Lu Fei had to act accordingly.
“I definitely won’t regret it, Senior Brother Qingfeng can vouch.”
Facing Mingyue’s excitement, Lu Fei smiled.
After some lighthearted banter, the three brothers quickly got busy.
Qingfeng took charge of watching the steamer and other kitchen tasks.
Lu Fei once again shouldered two buckets of water with Mingyue as they headed deeper into Wuzhuang Temple’s garden, toward the ginseng fruit orchard.
“Senior Brother, has Master returned from the Heavenly Court banquet?”
Leaving the courtyard, Lu Fei asked.
Today marked the fourth month since his apprenticeship at Wuzhuang Temple; Master Zhen Yuanzu had instructed him to seek him out after three months.
But in the past three months of chores, he had only seen the master once—two months ago during morning lessons, after which Master went to the Heavenly Court banquet.
No word on how long he’d be gone or when he’d return.
If this were the mortal realm, a banquet once every month or two would be enough.
Yet, Master had gone to the Heavenly Court.
One day in the heavens equaled a year in the mortal world.
One or two mortal months were barely a moment in heaven.
Now that three months had passed, Lu Fei was anxious to learn the cultivation techniques from Master.
“Master.”
Hearing this, Mingyue paused, then smiled, “Junior brother, you’re thinking about learning from Master, aren’t you?”
Lu Fei nodded and said frankly, “Yes, my previous cultivation method came from low-level demons and was crude. One night’s effort was still less than a bowl of spirit rice.”
“Junior brother has waited long enough.”
Hearing this, Mingyue laughed heartily, “You should change methods soon, but Master has decreed that our methods can’t be shared. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have to wait.”
“But the opening day of the ginseng orchard is near.”
“Master should be back soon.”
“We’ll ask the senior brothers later.”
Before finishing, Mingyue shook his head, “No need to ask, after morning lesson I’ll take you directly to the quiet chamber to see Master.”
Lu Fei’s face brightened, “Thank you, Senior Brother.”
“No problem.”
Mingyue waved and continued walking with his carrying pole.
Lu Fei followed.
Soon, they arrived at the ginseng fruit orchard.
Feeling the substantial spiritual energy like mist around them,
Lu Fei looked up at the towering ginseng fruit trees that blocked the sky, their branches heavy with white, plump fruits resembling two- or three-year-old children hanging from the trees.
He always marveled at the wonders of creation.
“Junior brother, feeling tempted?”
Seeing Lu Fei’s expression, Mingyue laughed, “Don’t worry, the orchard opens in a few days, and we’ll both taste the rarest immortal fruit in the world.”
“Heh heh.”
Lu Fei chuckled, “I’ve eaten many fruits before, but never imagined tasting such a divine treasure.”
Mingyue smiled, “Same here. The ginseng fruit can only be eaten once every ten thousand years. We’re truly fortunate.”
Lu Fei laughed heartily, “Exactly!”
The two chatted and walked toward the spirit spring.
Soon, they returned to the kitchen courtyard with buckets of spirit spring water.
As the red sun rose in the east,
after finishing kitchen duties,
Lu Fei followed Qingfeng and Mingyue toward the main hall plaza.
Morning lessons were essential and mandatory for all disciples.
Even Little White knew the importance of morning lessons and always accompanied his father.
But today—
“Hey, Junior Brother, where’s Little White?”
Mingyue noticed the mouse was missing and asked.
Lu Fei shook his head, puzzled, “Maybe overslept.”
Passing through gardens, pavilions, waterside decks, towers, and rocks—true mountains, not artificial—
Wuzhuang Temple’s scenery was naturally beautiful.
Just as the three were about to reach the Jade Plaza in front of the main hall, where morning lessons were held daily,
a silver-white giant mouse suddenly darted across the plaza and leapt onto Lu Fei’s chest.
“Haha, we just said it wasn’t here, and now it appears!”
“It’s quite endearing.”
Qingfeng and Mingyue laughed, having seen Little White being playfully teased by many senior brothers on the plaza.
“Such boldness.”
Lu Fei, as the parent, stroked Little White’s head and admonished, “Now that you know to come directly to the plaza, no more running around. Got it?”
This was no joke.
Wuzhuang Temple was a cave heaven with many formations; running wild was dangerous.
Besides, most brothers were reclusive cultivators; while Little White was adorable, not all liked being disturbed.
Lu Fei had to restrain Little White.
Otherwise, displeasing senior brothers would cause trouble.
“Squeak, squeak.”
After the scolding, Little White’s voice softened.
Under Lu Fei’s stern gaze, the mouse squeaked a few times in acknowledgment, and Lu Fei stopped.
He continued stroking Little White’s increasingly sleek, shiny head,
feeling the rising demonic aura.
Lu Fei realized that Little White hadn’t failed to grow; it was simply that past spirit medicines and items were insufficient, preventing it from developing demonic energy.
After only three months at Wuzhuang Temple,
Little White’s demonic aura had begun to emerge and grow stronger.
It had now reached the level of a low-rank demon soldier.
Qingfeng and Mingyue saw Lu Fei’s admonishment and wisely remained silent, knowing it was justified.
Mingyue almost spoke several times but held back.
Soon, the three and the mouse arrived at the Jade Plaza.
It was not yet time for the lesson.
Only a few disciples had gathered.
Lu Fei brought Little White to his seat and sat cross-legged.
At that moment,
a vast, profound, and majestic aura descended from the sky.
Lu Fei looked up to see a towering figure in wide robes appearing in midair—it could only be Master Zhen Yuanzu, whom he hadn’t seen for months.
Sensing the master’s presence,
colorful streams of light suddenly shot from all corners of Wuzhuang Temple toward the plaza.
Though no flight ban existed, disciples rarely flew without cause.
But now was different.
Master’s rare appearance at morning lessons drew disciples swiftly to the plaza.
Soon, all forty-nine disciples were present.
“The ginseng fruit has ripened.”
“The opening day is set for three days from now.”
Master Zhen Yuanzu’s voice was as concise and ethereal as always, then he vanished midair.
The disciples bowed in unison, “Farewell, Master.”

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Lu Fei bowed respectfully and spoke.
At that moment, a voice echoed in his ear:
“Come to my quiet chamber after morning lesson.”
It was Master’s voice. Lu Fei was ecstatic and respectfully replied, “Yes, Master.”
Half an hour later,
morning lesson ended.
Lu Fei thanked the senior master brother and immediately found Qingfeng and Mingyue, handing Little White to Mingyue, saying, “Please take Little White back. I need to see Master.”
Mingyue asked, “Junior brother, do you know where Master is? Need us to guide you?”
Lu Fei smiled, “Thank you, but I know.”
Qingfeng and Mingyue understood the importance and said no more.
Soon, Lu Fei parted ways with his two senior brothers and strode toward the main hall.
He thought Master Zhen Yuanzu might have forgotten him but was surprised to find the master had remembered.
He wondered what techniques Master would teach him this time.
On his way to the master’s chamber,
Lu Fei thought anxiously.
He had asked Qingfeng and Mingyue, who were closest to him, but due to Master’s decree, each disciple’s cultivation methods were secret and not to be shared.
Thus, Lu Fei didn’t know their cultivation techniques and eagerly anticipated the teachings he was about to receive.
After all, he had memories of the Monkey King.
With a mix of excitement and nervousness,
Lu Fei passed through the main hall, garden, and pavilion, arriving at a tower.
Wuzhuang Temple had no servants, so no announcements were needed.
Just as he reached the master’s tower, Master’s voice sounded again.
Lu Fei gathered his thoughts and respectfully entered the only room.
“Come in.”
Master Zhen Yuanzu’s voice was less ethereal and more lively than usual.
“Yes, Master.”
Lu Fei saluted and pushed open the door to see Master sitting behind an incense burner, eyes closed in meditation.
He stepped inside, more respectful, and knelt.
“Stand up, don’t be so formal.”
Master opened his eyes and smiled, “You see, Qingfeng and Mingyue are much braver than you.”
Seeing Master’s demeanor so different from the memory in his mind,
Lu Fei recalled Mingyue’s words: “Since joining Wuzhuang Temple, you needn’t fear being bullied. Master is very protective.”
A new, warmer image of Master formed in his heart.
“Yes, Master.”
Lu Fei respectfully responded, standing with a somewhat lighter expression, but still solemn.
“I’ve observed your recent performance.”
Master nodded with satisfaction and continued, “You study diligently and cultivate hard. It’s time to teach you Wuzhuang Temple’s true methods.”
“But you are of demon lineage, and your cultivation formulas differ from mine.”
“To change your method, you must break down your current cultivation and rebuild it. Do you understand?”
Faced with this question, Lu Fei, who had achieved perfection in the demonic breathing technique yet found its nightly progress inferior to a bowl of spirit rice, had already decided.
Without hesitation, he knelt and bowed deeply, “I have no regrets. I beseech Master’s mercy to grant me the art of longevity.”
Seeing the firm resolve in his disciple’s face,
Master stroked his long beard and smiled, “Very well. Your determination is commendable; I am pleased.”
He wasted no time, “Come forward.”
Lu Fei suppressed his excitement and respectfully stood before Master.
“Master will now teach you the cultivation method ‘Primordial Chaos True Steel Heavenly Scripture.’”
Master rose from his meditation cushion, his figure towering, and looked down at Lu Fei, commanding softly, “Focus your spirit, calm your mind!”
Lu Fei’s heart tightened as he summoned every ounce of concentration.
Then, Master extended his hand, a flicker of azure light glowing at his fingertip, which he pressed onto Lu Fei’s forehead between the brows.
In an instant,
Lu Fei felt a patch of blue light descend into his previously pitch-black dantian, and the endless black smoke and mist fled in panic.
Before he could think further, Master’s voice rang out again.
“Return now.”
“When you have rebuilt your foundation cultivation, come find me again.”
“I will then teach you the method of protection!”
As the words fell,
Lu Fei had no time to thank or salute.
He felt everything around him shift and change instantaneously.
When he looked up again, he found himself alone in an empty room.
Master Zhen Yuanzu was nowhere to be seen.
Before he could dwell on this, he heard laughter and chatter outside.
Listening carefully, he recognized Qingfeng and Mingyue’s voices, mixed with Little White’s squeaking.
At this moment,
Lu Fei finally realized the surroundings were familiar—the very room he had lived in for over three months.
He immediately bowed respectfully toward the master’s tower.
After the salute,
Lu Fei once again sensed the unique blue light within his dantian.
“Primordial Chaos True Steel Heavenly Scripture.”
After a moment, Lu Fei murmured the name softly.
At that moment, footsteps and laughter approached outside.
Lu Fei didn’t hesitate and opened the door.
“Oh, Junior Brother, didn’t you go to see Master?”
Mingyue was surprised.
“I have.”
Lu Fei smiled, taking Little White from Qingfeng, “Master just passed down a great method to me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to help in the kitchen for a few days.”
Hearing this, Qingfeng and Mingyue reassured Lu Fei, telling him to rest well before returning to kitchen duties.
They reminded him not to forget the ginseng orchard opening in three days.
After sharing much information, Qingfeng and Mingyue quickly left.
Lu Fei gave Little White some instructions,
then returned to his bedroom.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed,
he calmed his breath and mind,
and began to dismantle his previous cultivation...

Three days later.
Morning.
On the wide-open windowsill,
Little White, who had been asleep, suddenly woke with an excited squeak and jumped down, darting toward his father’s bedroom.

(End of chapter)
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