Food System in Cultivation World

June 29.

On this day, Yuan's School in Mengxi Alley, Pingyang City, echoed with voices of incredulous surprise.

At first, Master Yuan sneered and asked, "What kind of book is so captivating that you become oblivious during class, unable to think of anything else? I must see it for myself."

A moment later, Master Yuan uttered a soft "Oh," and said, "This book…"

What's up with the book?

Master, are you going to elaborate?

But Master Yuan chose not to elaborate.

He didn't just refrain from speaking; he held the book and stood there, scrutinizing it carefully.

He read at a painfully slow pace, turning a page after a lengthy interval.

With a rustle, the reluctant pages turned.

Yu Zhi's anxiety gradually transformed into a maddening itch.

He desperately wanted to stand up and peek at the book beside the master!

He insisted that the book was indeed fascinating.

Otherwise, why would the master read it so slowly and seem so engrossed?

Meanwhile, the mix of astonished and curious gazes from his classmates threatened to pierce Yu Zhi.

To be honest, Yu Zhi was quite nervous initially.

Who wouldn't fear the master's sneers?

Being scolded publicly by the master would bring ridicule from his classmates, those brats; after all, Yu Zhi is young and conscious of his dignity, finding it hard to endure such attention.

Yet gradually, as the master stood reading for longer, Yu Zhi's mindset swiftly changed.

From initially wanting to escape and hide, to quietly straightening his back.

Later, as the curiosity of others became more prominent, Yu Zhi even puffed out his chest with pride.

The young ones exchanged silent glances.

Yu Zhi grew increasingly smug.

Though silent, their eyes seemed to speak:

"Hey, Yu Zhi, what book are you reading?"

"A good book indeed; how would you know, you common folk?"

"Is the master truly enchanted by it? Could it be that even he finds it compelling?"

"How could that be false? If it wasn't captivating, why would the master spend so much time on it?"

"Then tell us the title!"

"I won't say, can't say…"

While Yu Zhi basked in admiration, becoming increasingly self-satisfied.

Unexpectedly, two bold classmates quietly stood up and approached the master from behind, peeking over to see the pages in his hand.

Yu Zhi's eyes widened; he was nearly furious!

The thing he dared not do was accomplished by two classmates, notorious for their bickering.

Observing their widened eyes turn gradually peculiar.

What's up with their peculiarity?

Why do their expressions seem more as if they've glimpsed a Celestial Book rather than an engaging narrative?

Yu Zhi even suspected he was hallucinating.

Because vaguely, it seemed as if the eyes of the two classmates were developing a blurry twin image?

Behind Master Yuan, both boys felt dizzy.

They even had to support each other to resist the dreadful sensation of being confronted with pages filled with diagrams and lines.

Exchanging glances, they saw in each other's eyes: Great terror, flee quickly!

Then, they both turned to Yu Zhi, casting eyes full of admiration.

Yu Zhi was utterly confused.

What had he done?

Behind Master Yuan, the two boys supported one another's arms, stealthily retreating.

At that moment, Master Yuan suddenly closed the book and sighed deeply:

"Such an extraordinary volume; someone in this world can achieve such a level, truly causing us to feel humbled and lament."

As the sigh lingered, Master Yuan turned.

Then a cry of "Ouch" sounded, as the two lads behind him lost their balance, collided, and tumbled to the floor.

They fell in a messy yet comedic manner.

Seeing this, Yu Zhi couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

After laughing, he hastily covered his mouth, his heart suddenly sinking: Oh no, mocking his peers at this time, wouldn't that provoke the master's wrath?

The master was about to confiscate his book!

Ah, right, his book!

Yu Zhi internally wailed, about to mourn his book afresh.

But then the master turned back, surprisingly cheerful.

Master Yuan said to Yu Zhi, "With such taste, recognizing the value in studying such works, it shows you understand the true purpose of reading.

Learning principles is one aspect; applying knowledge practically is equally essential.

This book is truly exquisite; I can't help but find joy in discovering it.

Yu Zhi, may I borrow this book for half a day, and return it to you after class?"

Yu Zhi was taken aback, almost dazed.

His mind hadn't caught up, but his mouth instinctively responded: "Master, feel free to view it; it's an honor for a student indeed. What's there to say about borrowing? Hehe, hehe…"

Yu Zhi inwardly wanted to slap himself, still reluctant to part with the book!

Yet Master Yuan assured, "I said I'll return it after class, naturally, I will.

Yu Zhi, it's a good book, but during class, focus and diligence are essential, not divided attention. Remember: precision and consistency, staying centered is vital otherwise, endeavors may not succeed."

Yu Zhi felt overwhelmed, finding it hard to handle such gentle guidance.

He could only nod repeatedly, hastily agreeing.

Finally, the master left with the book.

And Yu Zhi remained in the classroom, enduring the admiration from nearly all his classmates.

Yu Zhi: …

A mix of exhilaration, with a hint of insecurity.

Honestly, he was just reading a storybook!

Meanwhile, still within Pingyang City, simultaneously, some were marveling at Chen Xu's "Celestial Book," while others, with puffed cheeks and glaring eyes, slammed the book shut angrily, exclaiming:

"Ridiculous! Such refined techniques, how could they be juxtaposed with simple narratives?

Such a waste, the illustrator is truly squandering this treasure!

What chaotic tale could ever match the intricacy of these detailed illustrations?"

After angrily venting, they hastily picked up the book.

They disdainfully flipped its first half down, cautiously tapping its back cover.

A conflicting mixture of love and hate left them uncertain of what to do.

In the end, only a long sigh was left.

Pingyang City, a certain courtyard.

Ning Siyu held "Celestial Book," lost for half a day.

He examined every pattern and line meticulously, as well as the dimensions and various drawing methods.

Gradually, an overwhelming despair filled his heart.

"Celestial Arithmetic, Decrement Process, Stack Method… So this is how flow calculations should utilize stack method, how could I have never realized this before?

Could it be, my gift for poetry isn't as profound as his, nor my writing talent, and now even in calculations, I'm inferior?"

Examining again and again, the shadows of hopelessness deepened with each look.

"Celestial Arithmetic, Decrement Process, Stack Method… So this is how flow calculations should utilize stack method, how could I have never realized this before?

Could it be, my gift for poetry isn't as profound as his, nor my writing talent, and now even in calculations, I'm inferior?"