Chapter 803 - 426: Fox Mountain’s Little Master of Pastry, Black Nose

Chapter 803: Chapter 426: Fox Mountain’s Little Master of Pastry, Black Nose

[Do I need to bring hiking poles and wear a raincoat to Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple?]

[What’s the most convenient way to get to Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple by bus?]

In her mind, both Ancient Immortal Masters were a bit bewildered.

"Sitong... you this... although we don’t quite understand you modern people.

"But isn’t this campus network a public space? You’re flooding it with posts like dumping trash. Are you trying to monopolize the forum?"

Huang Sitong snorted coldly.

"I do want to monopolize it!

"Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple is so remote and dangerous!

"I have to find a way to let the West State Boss know I went!"

The two Ancient Immortals were left speechless, stunned for a moment before admiring their disciple’s cleverness!

"That’s one way to do it, then post some more!"

Huang Sitong nodded emphatically.

"Yes!"

She placed her hands on the keyboard, about to write another post when she suddenly noticed a notification in the upper right corner of the campus website.

"Hm?

"Who’s messaging me?"

She considered a possibility and took a deep breath.

"Could it be... he noticed me?"

With trembling hands, Huang Sitong grabbed her mouse and clicked to open the site inbox.

[Your post "I’m going to Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple tomorrow, any tips for checking in?" was suspected of malicious forum flooding and has been deleted by the admin]

[Your post "Is there anyone..." was suspected of malicious forum flooding and has been deleted by the admin]

[Your post...]

What?

Huang Sitong stared wide-eyed.

Scrolling through the message list with the wheel.

"All deleted?

"All my posts are deleted?

"I just posted them not long ago, did anyone see... oh dear..."

With a long face, she was about to post a few more when she received the latest message.

[Due to suspected malicious forum flooding, your account’s posting privileges have been temporarily suspended...]

Huang Sitong wanted to cry but had no tears, slumping over her desk.

"Did anyone even see them..."

...

Above the cafeteria of Fox Mountain, thin smoke was rising.

In the cafeteria, around the small tables, fiery red foxes were munching on big steamed buns, boasting as they ate.

"Yingyingying, aow aow aow aow?"

It’s Small and Big Eyes telling Peach Blossom Eyes and White Earrings about those top-notch documents growing in the soil!

"Aow aow, yingyingying..."

It’s Black Nose boasting to Coffee Ear and Coffee Eyes about his new bun recipe.

In the corner of the cafeteria, Bai Mo sipped hot tea, still pondering.

"Different immortals have varied approaches to crafting fake pills, indeed.

"This Chai Bai School has inheritance, branches, and innovations.

"The quality of fake pill-making varies, but they generally last four to seven months.

"But... what kind of Primordial Immortal Qi do they actually use? Why isn’t it clearly stated in the Pill Scripture?"

This Water Image Pill needs the Primordial Immortal Qi of the "Stem Domain" at the end.

Yet Purple Earth Dragon, Fish Leg Grass, Ghost Cry Tree... they all produce Primordial Immortal Qi belonging to the Stem Domain!

Which one did they actually use?

"Could it be, this information is intentionally hidden by them?"

Bai Mo felt vexed, looking at today’s lunch on Fox Mountain.

"Big steamed bun? Sour celery sauce?

"Just having a big steamed bun? So plain?"

Bai Mo picked up a big steamed bun, thinking he’d remind his disciples later, Fox Mountain shouldn’t skimp on food, meals should be more lavish!

The big steamed bun was brought to his mouth, and he took a big bite!

"Hm?"

Biting down, the texture felt different!

The texture was soft and fluffy, with crunchy nuts to chew in it.

While chewing, Bai Mo saw the taro paste, red bean paste, and nut filling inside the bun and pulled a wry face.

This time he was definitely overthinking it... how could his disciples let their taste buds suffer?

"Yingyingying, aow aow aow aow!"

Then he saw Black Nose and Coffee Ear excitedly running by, heading to the kitchen.

The two foxes opened several flour bags, and Black Nose began gesturing and boasting about his dough-making skills!

"Yingying, aow aow aow!"

... This bag is high-gluten flour, which makes the pastry more chewy!

"Aow aow aow, yingying!"

... This bag is high-sugar flour, which naturally adds sweetness to the pastry!

"Aow aow, yingyingyingying!"

... This bag is puffed flour, which makes the pastry more fluffy!

"Aow aow aow, yingying aow aow!"

...If you ask what kind of flour was used to make today’s taro paste, red bean, and nut steamed buns that are both fragrant, sweet, soft, chewy, layered, and fluffy?

Black Nose raises his tail, stands tall, pats his chest, full of pride!

It’s mixed flour!

The chief pastry junior master of the Fox Mountain canteen grand hall, Black Nose, after ten days of research, enduring dozens of failed attempts, and gaining three pounds of weight as a work-related injury, developed a special formula of mixed flour!

Coffee Ear looks at Black Nose with admiration, feeling that this guy indeed has some skills!

It went to look at the bags of flour itself, wanting to try distinguishing them.

"Aow?"

They’re all white!

They’re all powder!

Is there any difference?

It seems unable to distinguish.

Black Nose teaches it on the side.

"Aow aow aow, ying ying aow aow..."

Teaching it to look with its eyes, smell with its nose, and rub with its fox claw!

"Aow?"

Coffee Ear furrows its brows, pinching a pinch from one bag of flour and then another, watching the flour slip through its fox claws.

"Aow?"

Still can’t see the difference!

...

Celestial Palace Ruins.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion, shadows flicker under the lamps.

Celestial Palace Inheritor Sun Jinsong sits cross-legged at a desk, holding a scroll of scripture, tilting his head to look at the Ancient Immortal Master next to him.

"Is this... difficult?"

The Ancient Immortal also sits cross-legged, working with bottles and jars, tending to a pot of withered grass on his knee.

Drip...

A drop of potion drips in, the withered grass remains unresponsive, looking as withered and drooped as ever.

The Ancient Immortal sighs and sets down the medicine bottle.

"Very difficult.

This withered grass revival is largely a matter of luck.

The one that revived when you advanced was a half-dead grass preserved at great cost.

Other ones we find now have long since died over the thousands of years.

Sun Jinsong clicks his tongue, frowns.

"Then the West State boss, he... he has Floral Immortal Qi and Stem Domain, how does he do it?

Oh, relying on his master’s reserves?

Using the supplies in his master’s containers?"

The Ancient Immortal nods.

"Perhaps."

Sun Jinsong looks at the grass that can’t be revived and suddenly thinks of another question.

"Master, you said, like the [Purple Earth Dragon] and [Hundred Generations’ Ring], they both belong to the Stem Domain Immortal Grass.

Will the Primordial Immortal Qi they produce be different?

Will using it be different?"

The Ancient Immortal is momentarily stunned.

"Uh... good question!

Actually, no one generally asks or cares about this.

Because most people don’t know they have differences, nor do they think there are differences.

Even if the immortal qi from different immortal grasses reaches the container, it blends together.

When used, it’s used together, the same way.

Even I, your master, didn’t perceive any difference in the early years...

Until one time, I happened to hear the Emperor mention that these immortal qis, ultimately, are somewhat different. More or less, there are subtle differences.

The Emperor also discovered this by chance, not elaborating much.

I couldn’t use this knowledge, so I didn’t listen much.

Today I say it casually, you listen casually, just as a story, it’s enough to know it exists.

Hehe."

Sun Jinsong nods thoughtfully.

With a sigh, realizing that such profound and mysterious secret knowledge could probably only be heard by him in the Celestial Palace.

...

"Hmm?

Coffee Ear can’t distinguish the types of flour?"

Bai Mo sits at the dining table, looking toward the kitchen not far off.

"Color, translucency, shape, aroma, texture... aren’t they all different?"

Maybe some apprentices are naturally dull in certain aspects.

Bai Mo grins, feeling accepting.

But suddenly, a flash of inspiration crosses his mind!

"The Ancient Immortal never mentioned the specific types of Primordial Immortal Qi.

Could it be that they actually can’t distinguish between these things?

Is that possible?"

Bai Mo extends his left hand, runes dancing in his palm, condensing into a miniature small tripod.

Within the tripod, the Primordial Immortal Qi from the Purple Earth Dragon, Fish Leg Grass, and Ghost Cry Tree splits into three strands, slowly spiraling and dancing, each different in form, clearly distinct!