Chapter 298: Chapter 144: Three Months, Perfection of the Great Five Elements Divine Technique

At Courtyard No. 8, Luo Feng started preparing a meal bright and early.

The sky had not yet fully lightened, and a thin layer of mist shrouded the courtyard.

Luo Feng pushed open his door, a bamboo basket filled with fresh ingredients in hand.

He walked quietly to the small stove in the corner of the courtyard, crouched down, and started a fire.

The firewood in the stove chamber CRACKLED.

Luo Feng skillfully put rice into the pot, then took a few pieces of soy-braised beef from his basket, sliced them thinly, and arranged them on a plate.

His movements were meticulous, each slice of beef cut to a uniform thickness.

He had done this every day for the past three months.

He woke before dawn to personally cook for Zhang Su.

He knew Zhang Su’s Cultivation in the Five Elements Valley was arduous, so he couldn’t be careless when it came to his meals.

The congee in the pot was BUBBLING and steaming. Luo Feng picked up a spoon to stir it, then added a handful of red dates.

About an hour later, the congee was cooked and the side dishes were all prepared.

Luo Feng packed the meal into a food container, put on the lid, and tied it shut with a cloth strip.

The food container wasn’t large, but it was packed to the brim—enough food for Zhang Su for the entire day.

He picked up the food container, turned, and walked toward the courtyard gate.

In the courtyard were several other Named Disciples. Some had just woken up and were washing themselves, while others sat on stone benches eating the plain fare they’d gotten from the dining hall.

Seeing Luo Feng leave with the food container, several of them exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Luo Feng’s off to deliver food again."

A young disciple in his early twenties put down the steamed bun in his hand, his tone laced with jealousy.

"You said it. It’s been three whole months, and he hasn’t missed a single day. He’s certainly latched on tight to that patron of his."

Another, a skinny disciple, leaned against a porch pillar holding a bowl of watery congee and spoke languidly.

"Seems like Luo Feng really has found himself a powerful backer. Zhang Su is still in the Five Elements Valley, trying to cultivate Primordial Gang Force with the Melt Gang Technique. That’s easier said than done."

The speaker was the oldest Named Disciple in Courtyard No. 8, a man in his early thirties surnamed Zhou, who had been on Mixed Element Peak for five years.

"In the end, all of Luo Feng’s efforts will most likely come to nothing..."

The disciple surnamed Zhou shook his head.

Hearing this, the other four Named Disciples in the courtyard fell silent.

There was no denying the envy in their voices.

After all, they wanted to find a powerful backer, too.

It was a shame they hadn’t seized the opportunity.

Who could have imagined that a Named Disciple who had just joined Mixed Element Peak would be so formidable, carving out such a huge reputation for himself in the Five Elements Valley?

When Zhang Su had first arrived at Courtyard No. 8, no one except Luo Feng had paid him any mind.

A mere Named Disciple, with a Cultivation only at the Gang Force level—in their eyes, he had no future whatsoever.

They couldn’t even be bothered to greet him, let alone actively try to befriend him.

But who would have known? This very same unremarkable young man had won battle after battle in the Five Elements Valley, using his Gang Force Cultivation to defeat Postnatal Realm Martial Artists, and had even managed to stay in a Cultivation Room on the Third Layer for three straight months.

Such a track record was top-tier among all the Named Disciples on Mixed Element Peak.

Did they regret it?

Of course they regretted it.

But regret was useless.

If they tried to suck up to Zhang Su now, he wouldn’t necessarily give them the time of day.

Besides, Luo Feng had already gotten in first, taking care of all of Zhang Su’s miscellaneous needs. They didn’t even have a chance to step in.

"Alright, alright. Everyone has their own destiny. That kid Luo Feng is sharp; we can’t be like him."

The disciple surnamed Zhou waved his hand dismissively, then picked up his bowl and took a large gulp of congee, saying no more.

The others also averted their gazes and went back to their own business.

But all four of them knew in their hearts that while they might say Luo Feng’s efforts would come to nothing, they were actually deeply envious.

Zhang Su was only at the Gang Force level right now, still at his lowest point.

By following Zhang Su now, Luo Feng was showing unwavering loyalty during his lowest ebb.

If Zhang Su truly succeeded in cultivating Primordial Gang Force, Luo Feng’s fortunes would soar right along with his.

At that point, they wouldn’t even be worthy of speaking to Luo Feng.

Who could bear such a disparity?

Luo Feng paid no mind to the gossip in the courtyard.

Carrying the food container, he walked out of the courtyard gate and strode quickly down the bluestone path, heading away from Mixed Element Peak.

The morning breeze blew in from the mountains, carrying the fresh scent of plants and trees.

A few birds chirped in the distance, lifting his spirits.

After leaving Mixed Element Peak, Luo Feng didn’t go directly to the Five Elements Valley.

He rounded a bend and headed in another direction.

It was the direction of Danwu Peak.

Over the past three months, he had fallen into a routine.

First, he would go to Danwu Peak to pick up the Medicine Pills, then to the Five Elements Valley to deliver the meal.

He was so familiar with both paths he could walk them with his eyes closed.

The Mountain Gate of Danwu Peak was as bustling as ever.

The square was still filled with disciples from various peaks seeking medicine, people bustling to and fro.

The air was filled with medicinal aromas of varying intensity, a scent that was crisp and refreshing.

Luo Feng crossed the square and headed straight for the entrance to the inner courtyard.

"Junior Brother Luo, back again?"

The two Named Disciples from Danwu Peak standing at the entrance smiled the moment they saw Luo Feng.

One of them, a tall and skinny fellow, was the very same disciple who had announced Zhang Su’s arrival before.

He cupped his fists toward Luo Feng, his tone as familiar as an old friend’s.

"That I am. I’ll have to trouble you two Senior Brothers again."

Luo Feng returned the gesture with a smile.

"Not at all."

The two of them didn’t even check his Identity Token, simply stepping aside to clear the path.

Luo Feng had been coming to Danwu Peak frequently over the past three months.

Over time, the Named Disciples of Danwu Peak had naturally grown familiar with Luo Feng.

Luo Feng made his way to Lu Danxi’s courtyard.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and the faint sound of voices drifted out from within.

He stood outside the gate, straightened his robes, and then called out respectfully, "Is Senior Sister Lu present?"

"Junior Brother Luo? Come in."

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