Chapter 2580 - 1490

"Wow, there’s so much delicious food—can I eat it?"

The woman, naturally sociable, asked while locating some chopsticks, found a bowl, then filled it with rice, sat down on a chair—the very one the lady Immortal was previously seated on.

Unperturbed, she consumed mouthfuls of rice and dishes, thoroughly enjoying them.

She completely ignored the Master of Biluo Peak, showing no signs of apprehension around strangers.

Nor did she fear poison.

The woman was genuinely hungry, having fled from a marriage; she steadfastly avoided certain inns, fearing they’d surely detect her if she dined at guesthouses or hotels.

Along her journey, she had to survive on dry rations. Sometimes she’d catch a Demonic Beast in the great mountains but dared not cook them openly.

She had been surviving on pills, starving for a long time.

The food cooked by the lady Immortal was indeed enticing, fragrant, and delicious on the palate.

Previously, she led the life of a daughter in her family, indulged with the finest of eatables, drinkables, and attire.

Now, amid her marital escape, her standard of living had plummeted; even upon reaching this unfamiliar place, she showed no fear.

"Who are you? You seem quite naturally sociable and unafraid of poisoned food."

"Haha, you could eat it too, though you didn’t anticipate my arrival. I’m a female cultivator, as for my name—I forgot!"

"Why did you come here? There’s no great feast here for you, just work to be done here."

The Master of Biluo Peak scrutinized the female cultivator; her attire and demeanor hinted she wasn’t from a poor background—could it be the Immortal Sect recruiting disciples early?

The Master of Biluo Peak guessed correctly; he simply didn’t concern himself with external matters or the Piaomiao Sect.

Yet, he knew disciples would be recruited each year.

Despite annual recruitments, it had no relevance to him.

Every year, the Piaomiao Sect’s disciple recruitment was bustling.

Biluo Peak never gained recruits annually, ceaselessly ridiculed once disciples were settled.

Enduring humiliation, Biluo Peak consisted solely of him—he remained unfazed.

He considered additional people burdensome.

The previous years, the Master of Biluo Peak traveled to other dimensions; disciple recruitment didn’t concern him, even though his soul journeyed to another dimension with a part missing from his body.

It wasn’t an issue; in others’ eyes, he was unworthy.

"Do you recruit disciples here?"

"I have nothing to teach you; in my place, as you can see, the home is bare, I have nothing good to offer!"

The refusal in the Master of Biluo Peak’s words was blunt.

This thatched house lacked sufficient rooms.

More disciples equated to increased troubles.

When having one disciple, someone always wanted to snatch. Would there be more with two disciples?

Would more unexpected wolves appear?

The Master of Biluo Peak, though unafraid of wolves, feared wolves.

"I don’t care, I want to stay here—in any case, I want to remain here. Aren’t you already with one disciple? Now I’ll be your second disciple."

While speaking, the female cultivator’s mouth kept busy, quickly finishing off the dishes on the table.

The Master of Biluo Peak felt helpless but let her have her way.

"First let me make it clear, I have nothing to teach you; sort out your own accommodation. Discuss any tasks with your senior sister; don’t unnecessarily bother me."

What set the Master of Biluo Peak apart from other men—seeing such a beautiful female cultivator, he exhibited no lecherous gaze nor even a glance of admiration.

It was as if he had seen countless beauties or simply had no particular feelings toward them!

To him, this female cultivator appeared as an ordinary disciple, still of the type who didn’t require responsibility.

A non-teaching responsibility.

The female cultivator was thrilled, regardless of whether he truly would or wouldn’t teach her—it didn’t matter, she played around, her time here secured with accommodation.

When the female cultivator finished eating, in need of activity, she sought to spar with the Demonic Beasts.

None of the Demonic Beasts paid her any attention.

However, once she challenged the Divine Beast, a conversation stirred.

"Why did the Master of Biluo Peak get tangled with another female cultivator again?"

"Biluo Peak blooms after centuries, suddenly with two now."

"Does having more women mean facing more problems?"

"Biluo Peak certainly livens up now, surely many ’cats’ and ’dogs’ will come!"

"Hey, she said she wants to challenge me, should I go?"

"It’s always about you; just go!"

Thus, they saw a toad leap out.

This toad wasn’t originally a Divine Beast, but due to the Master of Biluo Peak’s miraculous care at Biluo Peak, it transformed into one.

Despite lacking the heritage of Toad Skill, it was adept in imitation, learning anything.

They could learn the techniques of other Demonic Beasts and other Divine Beasts.

Though the Master of Biluo Peak didn’t practice before them.

Yet often, when challenged, they observed and learned from his moves.

Seeing the toad jump out, the female cultivator disdainfully retreated.

"Hey, hey, beauty, want to spar with me?"

The toad transformed into a human-bodied, toad-headed entity.

"Ugly toad, dreaming of swan meat, eh? Tsk tsk tsk, too ugly."

The female cultivator mockingly nodded.

"Beauty, how could you say that? I’m a frog prince, not an ugly toad."

The toad, with a sorrowful face, seemed ready to burst into tears.

"Hahaha, reading too many storybooks, frog prince? Frog and toad—are they the same?"

Truthfully, the female cultivator had never seen such little creatures.

Yet when the toad appeared, the word sprang to her mind.

What kind of prince was this hideous toad?

So ugly, calling it a prince?