Chapter Thirty-Two: The Five-Colored Pot

  Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Yuefeng's face which was flushed red, and his greyish white beard moving up and down on his chin, secretly amused in his heart.

  This old man, although a bit stubborn, isn't all bad. He looked around and chuckled: "Sorry about that, I was in such a rush to leave the house that I forgot to wear my pants! Didn't scare you, did I? I'll just head back up the mountain to put some clothes on."

  Zhang Hao patted his belly and walked away with satisfaction.

  Zhang Yuefeng shook his head, looking at the messy room and sighed: "Old master! Why did you choose a foodie as the leader of Hongchen Sword Sect? This guy who can only deliver once a month's worth of learning, Mushroom Soup, Longgu Rice, he alone ate six portions. This Hongchen Sword Sect will be eaten to bankruptcy by this glutton!"

  Zhang Yuefeng sighed and shook his head.

  On one side, with a sorrowful face, the Five-Colored Pot was opened to start the meal for the inner and outer disciples of the Red Dust Sword Sect. This pot provided all the food and soup for the disciples.

  The Wuse Pot's grade was not high, originally just an ordinary spiritual pot, after being used for over a hundred years it suddenly became a treasured artifact, this made the Hongchen Sword Sect ecstatic, but from then on to now, the Wuse Pot has been used for another 116 years and is still a treasured pot.

  Carefully inserting two three-product spirit stones into the recesses of the five-color pot, Zhang Yuefeng pinched his breath and decided to move the heaven and earth spirit energy into the pot. At this time, a disciple who walked in from outside asked respectfully: "Elder, why are you opening the pot again? Haven't all the quotas for inner door disciples been fully allocated?"

  Zhang Yuefeng said irritably: "What's all this nonsense? Put in six people's share!"

  Just then, a five-colored pot of hot air spread out, gradually expanding, the food in the pot was covered with white gas, and a faint fragrance wafted out. The white gas turned into flames, instantly engulfing the food that had just been put into the pot.

  Zhang Yuefeng's white eyebrows were raised in anger, and he was about to shout loudly, but suddenly he saw the five-colored pot, where the mist was still swirling and spreading, his heart shook, and he concentrated his thoughts for a moment.

  A hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows, a rare smile floated at the corner of his mouth, and then he burst out laughing: "Haha, haha, haha, good fortune in the mortal world, good fortune in the mortal world! This five-colored pot is going to be promoted again! Quick... quickly put in the ingredients, Linggu and blood mushrooms all go in.

  The apprentice hastily put a pile of ingredients into the pot.

  As the pot was filled with ingredients, a white mist gradually dissipated. Zhang Yuefeng hastily turned around to face the direction of Hongchen Sword Sect's Hongchen Temple, and bowed his head in gratitude, his emotions overwhelming: "Thank you, Elder Master Yu Yun, for your blessings! From now on, Hongchen Sword Sect also has a magical cauldron!"

  Men look at houses, women look at husbands.

  Zhang Hao walked back from the Xianchu Pavilion, looking at his own simple wooden hut, the solitary mountain peak, and he had some longing to become the sect leader. As long as he became the sect leader, the largest mountain peak of the Hongchen Sword Sect would be his own backyard.

  Only when I become the leader myself, do I have the right to revive this Red Dust Sword Sect. At that time, let the disciples in the sect take their respective positions: those who refine equipment will refine equipment, those who raise spiritual beasts will raise spiritual beasts, those who cultivate swords will cultivate swords, those who cultivate their bodies will cultivate their bodies, those who practice internal energy will practice internal energy, and those who cultivate array techniques will cultivate array techniques.

  Hold several communication meetings every month to promote competition among disciples.

  Moreover, the temples of the Red Dust Sword Sect are too few, and the jade slips for cultivation are even fewer. The incomplete Red Dust Sword Manual is only a single volume, with the middle and lower volumes nowhere to be found.

  If the Red Dust Sword Sect also had a Seven Extremes Wandering Array like the Carefree Sect, and a Myriad Slaughter Heavenly Array like the Myriad Islands, then the Red Dust Sword Sect would have nothing to fear from external enemies.

  It seems that I have to find a disciple with an innate talent for formation techniques, now that I'm no match for others. If I can't even protect myself, then I'll just end up getting destroyed.

  He suddenly seemed to think of something and hastily asked with his divine sense: "Shang, can you form an array?"

  "Stinky brat, why are you suddenly asking about formation techniques?" Xiang asked with a yawn.

  "Are you going or not, just say it! I asked you first." Zhang Hao hastily chimed in at Yu's question.

  Xiao Ling pondered for a moment before saying, "Array techniques are not something that can be learned overnight. Building a large defensive array is not something that can be accomplished in one or two days, nor is it something that can be done by one person alone. Your current cultivation level is still too low, and if you continue to practice array techniques, I'm afraid it will affect the speed of your cultivation progress!"

  Zhang Hao nodded and said with some helplessness: "This matter is not easy to handle!"

  "You should focus on cultivating first, this Red Dust Sword Sect may be small, but it was built by a high-ranking expert with a strong foundation. The mountain peaks are interconnected and respond to each other from afar, the deep underground hides yin and yang holes as well as spiritual veins. As long as your cultivation reaches a certain level, you can naturally unlock the formation, and when that time comes, perfecting it within the Tian Huang will be no problem."

  Xiang Jian saw Zhang Hao somewhat helplessly and hastily spoke out what was on his mind.

  "It can't be helped."

  As he spoke, he slowly walked into the house, gazing at the distant silhouette of Tiānjiàn Peak, where the Hào Rán sword was. For several days now, it had lost its spiritual connection with him. This truly fulfilled a common saying - distance creates beauty.

  When I was a outer door disciple, from time to time, I would come and respond to myself. Now it's good, there is no news, thinking for a while also can't get the key, so I lay down on the bluestone outside the house and fell asleep peacefully.

  In the following days, Zhang Hao worked hard to cultivate every day, using his spiritual power to expand his meridians. Occasionally, he would also use the Lingzhu condensed by Xiao Qingmu's true method to replace the Lingxu grass and enter the Fulong Cauldron to refine his body. Unknowingly, a month had passed.

  One day, when Xiaoyi walked into Zhang Hao's house, she heard a crisp crackling sound coming from inside.

  He pushed open the door and saw Zhang Hao with his upper body exposed, revealing a sturdy and compact physique. He was holding a silver dragon whip in one hand and frantically whipping himself.

  "Rascal!" Xiaozi exclaimed, but then felt that something was off. Why would her senior brother hit her? Had he fallen ill again?

  Forced herself to calm down and looked at Zhang Hao.

  Zhang Hao heard the exclamation and turned his head to look at Xiaozi, saying: "You're not good at using your strength, come on, you try hitting with all your might!" As he spoke, he handed over the silver dragon whip in his hand.

  "Big brother? What are you doing?!"" Little Qi's voice was filled with a hint of inquiry, concern, anxiety and heartache.

  "I was just trying to see which level of the Refining Body realm I've reached, so go ahead and hit me with all your might!" Zhang Hao said as he showed off his perfect upper body to Xiaoyi.

  It was just a trial of refining the body, but why did Shixiong also learn those martial arts to refine the body. The Hongchen Sword Sect didn't have any good methods for refining the body, so while thinking about it, he raised the whip in his hand and lashed out.

  Crack! A crisp sound. Xiao Zi immediately looked at Zhang Hao with a hint of guilt and asked, "Does it hurt?"

  "It doesn't hurt! Use more force!" Zhang Hao said with a mischievous grin.

  Xiaozi swung a few whips with a nonchalant expression, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if Zhang Hao was a soft tofu that she feared would break easily if not handled carefully. But then she came to and looked at Zhang Hao with a mischievous grin.

  The crisp voice said, "Really not painful! Then I really hit?" Xiaozi said while gathering the spiritual power in her hand, the long whip rose up like a silver dragon, swinging and dancing, the cold and fierce wind cut through the surrounding air.

  Crack! This whip landed squarely on Zhang Hao's right shoulder.

  Good heavens! Xiaoyi only heard the whip crack and immediately regretted it, startling her so much that she couldn't help but cry out. What if she accidentally hurt Shixiong?

  When Zhang Hao saw the whip shadow in the air, he was also startled. He fully activated the Wu tribe's body-refining technique that had been passed down to him, and a thin layer of golden light instantly appeared on his dark gold skin. The whip struck, but was dissolved by a gentle force, and the power that landed on his flesh was already extremely minute.

  Looking at the somewhat strange expression of Xiaozi, the round face had a hint of guilt, Zhang Hao smiled faintly but felt inexplicable warmth in his heart.

  Feeling Zhang Hao's gaze, Xiao Zi didn't dare to raise her head and look at Zhang Hao. At this time, she heard Zhang Hao's voice by her ear, "Xiao Zi, haven't you eaten yet? Your senior brother has called you to make an effort, what are you afraid of?"

  "Doesn't it hurt, Big Brother?" Xiaozi muttered, her mouth trembling as if she were a child who had done something wrong.