Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

When Lu Wenwu revealed a mouthful of big white teeth, kneading dough and talking to them, Gu Taixing was completely bewildered.

Before arriving here, he had imagined many scenarios of meeting the people here and also imagined their appearances and attire.

Just didn’t expect this... uh....

This Daoist’s style was so refreshingly unique, if he truly was a Daoist.

"You... you..."

Gu Taixing suddenly got stuck, standing there dumbfounded.

Qian Qian and Yan Chao, the pair of good friends, looked at the fire-breathing Mao Mao and the remarkably robust Lu Wenwu, showing a look of astonishment.

It seemed that their journey had indeed led them to a fortuitous encounter with immortality...

It’s just that the style of this ’Immortal’ was rather peculiar.

The two naive female college students, perhaps driven by a survival instinct or truly unguarded from staying in the ivory tower too long, dragged themselves directly before Lu Wenwu.

"Big brother, could you give us some water and food? We’ll pay." Xu Qiao’s throat was hoarse from lack of water, her voice very weak.

Lan Xin, supporting her, immediately nodded, bowed, and said, "Please be kind, as soon as we reach a signal area after descending the mountain, we’ll transfer money to you! We will enshrine a longevity tablet for you at home after returning!"

"It’s just a small gesture, no need to be so formal," Lu Wenwu smiled gently but hesitated, "But the drinking water... I don’t seem to have a suitable container for you... hold on a moment."

Saying this, Lu Wenwu put down the dough in his hands, summoned a stream of water to wash his hands seriously.

Then he took out a few ordinary iron ingots and held them in his hands.

In an instant, the iron ingots turned a pale orange-red, with an astounding heat wave rushing forth.

Lu Wenwu applied slight pressure with his fingers, and astonishingly, he molded the iron ingots into several large metal bowls as if kneading clay!

The fingerprints were still clearly visible on them!

With a casual wave, a stream of cold water rushed in, rapidly cooling the five metal bowls.

When the group came back to their senses, five bowls of slightly chilly spring water were already in front of them.

"Drink up, don’t choke."

The two female college students couldn’t hold back any longer, disregarding any manners, and drank enthusiastically from the bowls.

Including Gu Taixing, the three guys did the same, almost sprinting over, and after saying thanks, they began gulping it down.

The refreshingly cool spring water entered their bodies, slightly viscous and sweet as only mountain spring can be, spreading an odd sense of power through their limbs, gently washing away all fatigue and exhaustion.

The more Gu Taixing drank, the more astonished he became.

This... this was simply holy water!

More potent than the holy water sold by those Western God worship cults!

Alone in this deep mountain forest, with a fire-breathing alchemical dog as a companion, being able to take items from the void, heat steel with bare hands and knead it like clay...

Did they, by any chance, encounter the legendary cultivator!?

The Fate Immortal had answered their prayers!?

Lu Wenwu noticed the increasingly strange, reverently admiring gazes from the three young men directed at him, realizing that they had seemingly filled the gaps in their minds on their own.

The special water he gave them could hardly be called extraordinary; it was just spiritual spring drawn from Spirit Heaven Mountain.

On a mountain endowed with top-grade spiritual veins and several upper-grade spirit veins, it wasn’t something rare.

Lu Wenwu connected pipes to several sources of spiritual spring, treating it like tap water for farming, livestock, and daily living needs.

They gulped down water.

Perhaps the spiritual spring was too good, or maybe they had been thirsty for too long, but they nearly drank the water dry.

Not to mention the two girls, but even Yan Chao and Gu Taixing, those robust athletic guys, were belching water, seemingly on the verge of spitting water when they opened their mouths.

Qian Qian, who drank a little less, struggled to give Lu Wenwu a strangely postured salute:

"Thank you... senior for the assistance... hic... sorry, it’s truly... a bit rude... We are all third-year students majoring in Mythology and Archaeology at Yanjing Academy, might we presumptuously ask if you could escort us down the mountain? Once down, we will surely present a generous gift!"

"Down the mountain? That’s easy, let’s talk after I finish lunch. Of course, if you can still eat, you’re welcome to join, you look like you haven’t eaten in quite a while."

While rolling the dough into pancakes, Lu Wenwu chuckled, once again flashing a mouthful of big white teeth.

"However... you must first tell me, what is Yanjing Academy? And what is mythology and archaeology as a major?"

"You don’t know?"

Xu Qiao blurted out, her face full of utter disbelief.

Realizing that her words might have seemed inappropriate, she quickly corrected herself, "Sorry, senior, I didn’t mean it like that, I..."

"No worries, I understand."

Lu Wenwu took the previously cooked stuffed pancake, placed it on the stove top, generated fire in midair, and put a new dough piece on the adjacent griddle for initial processing.

Since cultivators existed in this world, things became much more manageable.

"I can feel your soul’s fluctuations, I understand your meaning. Simply an unintended oversight, there’s no need to dwell too much on it."

"Soul fluctuations? You... can you read minds?"

Xu Qiao’s face was even more surprised, then a trace of red flashed across, not sure what she was thinking.

Lu Wenwu shook his head, "Not really, just sensing some emotional changes. Your spirit seas are too frail in front of me, like an open door. Even if I don’t intentionally ’look’, my peripheral vision still takes it all in."