Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao in surprise, not expecting him to refuse so quickly. It is well known that for a Swordsman, the most daunting thing is being stuck at the bottleneck for a long time without a breakthrough, and without the right opportunity, it might take decades to make any progress. Given the chance, they would not hesitate even if it took five or eight years, let alone three.
Although Ling Baobao was an Artifact Refiner, the principle was the same. Unable to use hand gestures as he wished, his situation was even more miserable than a Swordsman stuck at a bottleneck. Mu Cheng and the others were also surprised; they had thought he would be so excited that he would be moved to tears and grateful to Mu Hanyan, but he was surprisingly unappreciative.
"Do you have something important to do?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
"Eating, of course. I’ve heard that the fried stinky tofu in Sishui City is out of this world, the Snow Camel Hump in Dongluo City is heavenly, and there’s also the hand-shredded whole sheep of Mobei City and the Hundred Bird Banquet of Tianling Peak, all of which are extraordinary delicacies that I haven’t tasted yet. How could I waste time here?" Ling Baobao counted on his fingers, listing the culinary delights as if reciting treasures.
Mu Hanyan wiped his forehead; the important thing he talked about was just eating. To think that he would even set aside his Artifact Refining Technique for food, why hadn’t he noticed that this guy was such a foodie before?
Beside him, Wu Qiuyun and Yan Yuchu also shook their heads secretly. Growing up in wealthy families, eating well was nothing special to them, yet Swordsmen concentrated on their cultivation and were not tempted by culinary desires. To them, giving up the understanding of hand gestures and neglecting their cultivation for food was simply unreasonable.
"Is eating really that important to you?" Mu Cheng couldn’t help but ask.
"Actually it’s not that important, but my mother once said that life is a regret if one does not taste all the delicacies in the world. Though I’m not very fond of eating, my mother’s words can never be wrong." Ling Baobao spoke with respect when he mentioned his mother.
Mu Hanyan then realized that it wasn’t Ling Baobao who was the foodie; it was his mother.
"My third Master also said to travel thousands of miles and taste thousands of delicacies, and not to waste time." Ling Baobao added another line.
"That phrase is supposed to be ’travel thousands of miles, read thousands of books,’" Wu Qiuyun corrected weakly.
"Oh? Is that how it’s said? But that’s how my third Master taught me, maybe he got it wrong again? Also, my second Master, fourth Master, fifth Master, my second uncle, and my seventh ancestor all said the same thing - to deepen cultivation, first fill the belly. If one can’t concentrate on eating, how could one concentrate on Cultivation?" Ling Baobao thought for a moment, not bothering to verify whether his third Master’s words were correct, and said excitedly.
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"Well then, I won’t force you anymore." Faced with a guy who could put even a cultivation bottleneck aside for food, Mu Hanyan had nothing more to say.
Ling Baobao owed her nothing, and she had no reason to detain him. Regarding the Alchemist’s issue, it was better to think of another solution when she got back.
"Then I’ll be leaving now, but could you give me these raw stones to experiment with?" Ling Baobao asked.
"Take them, take as many as you like." Mu Hanyan said generously. The raw stones had a tiny chance of refining into Meteorite Gold, so they weren’t valuable. If he really managed to refine Meteorite Gold, that would just be his luck.