They returned and were ambushed by members of the Divine Light Cult, with all twenty ghosts annihilated.
Even his partner died saving him!
The black-clad ghost messenger felt the reason was flawless and logically proceeded towards the Ghost Gate.
Early morning~
The sun emerged halfway from the mountain peak, dyeing the surrounding sky red.
Yu Daochen had already cooked noodles and woken up Zhou Fu.
The two sat at the table and began eating.
Zhou Fu looked at the clear broth noodles with two fried eggs.
They looked good, and the taste was surely not bad.
A warmth spread through his heart.
He hadn't expected his master to cook for him.
Yu Daochen saw Zhou Fu not picking up his chopsticks and smiled, "What are you spacing out for? Eat quickly, they'll get mushy if you wait."
Zhou Fu nodded, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.
The moment the noodles entered his mouth, Zhou Fu involuntarily shed two tears.
Yu Daochen saw Zhou Fu moved to tears and felt gratified.
It seemed this kid still couldn't bear to part with him.
Salty! Sour!
These two flavors fought back and forth in Zhou Fu's mouth, then traveled down his throat, into his stomach, and finally returned to his nasal cavity.
Zhou Fu let out a long sigh, looking at the noodles in his bowl with dread.
What a terrifying taste, just one bite instilled fear.
These were the saltiest and sourest noodles Zhou Fu had ever eaten in his life.
To put it plainly, it was like grabbing a handful of salt, stuffing it into your mouth, then chugging a mouthful of vinegar, and finally swallowing it all down.
No exaggeration, after this one bite, he wouldn't eat noodles for at least ten years.
Yu Daochen saw Zhou Fu hesitate after one bite and smiled, "Silly boy, eat up. There's more in the pot if you're not full."
Zhou Fu wanted to say it was too salty, but then he saw his master eating heartily.
Zhou Fu gritted his teeth, deciding to go all out.
It's just a bowl of noodles, might as well go for it.
The more Zhou Fu thought about this bowl of noodles, the more moved he became, and finally, his tears flowed uncontrollably.
Yu Daochen looked at Zhou Fu's state and felt helpless.
This silly boy, it's just a bowl of noodles, why is he so touched?
Since he likes it, I'll make it for him every day for the next few days.
After finishing the noodles, Zhou Fu drank water heartily, and Yu Daochen began to get down to business, "I plan to teach you the Flame Devouring Art."
"Flame Devouring Art?" Zhou Fu put down his cup, looking confused, "Isn't that the ultimate skill of the Blazing Fire Sect? But I'm not a disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect anymore."
Yu Daochen lightly tapped Zhou Fu's head, "You blockhead, you may not be a disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect, but you are my disciple."
"Master, this might not be appropriate..."
Before Zhou Fu could finish, Yu Daochen interrupted him, "Although you have left the Blazing Fire Sect, you are still my disciple. The martial world is dangerous, and having an extra trump card might save your life."
"Disciple knows Master is doing this for my own good, but..."
Zhou Fu still refused, but Yu Daochen raised his hand to interrupt, "I know what you're going to say, kid. You are my disciple, and I trust your character, so accept the Flame Devouring Art with peace of mind."
Zhou Fu lowered his head, neither refusing nor agreeing.
Master was right, he currently lacked high-damage spells, and the Flame Devouring Art was most suitable.
Seeing Zhou Fu looking down, Yu Daochen continued, "I trust your character, kid, so don't you not trust yourself?"
Seeing that his master had said so much, Zhou Fu finally nodded in agreement, "I'll do as Master says."
Yu Daochen smiled when Zhou Fu agreed and began to explain.
"Originally, I planned to teach you the Five Elements Art, but the Five Elements Art relies heavily on talent. If your talent isn't enough, you'll never reach the great accomplishment stage. But the Flame Devouring Art is different. While it also relies on talent, it's not as dependent on it as the Five Elements Art, and you can compensate with hard work."
Zhou Fu nodded and said, "Master once told me that if talent is lacking, compensate with diligence. I will study the Flame Devouring Art diligently."
Hearing Zhou Fu's firm reply, Yu Daochen nodded with satisfaction, "A promising student."
Zhou Fu suddenly thought of something and said somewhat sheepishly, "Disciple has a humble request, which I hope Master will grant."
Seeing Zhou Fu's shy demeanor, Yu Daochen looked confused, "What is it? Speak freely, and I will surely grant it."
Zhou Fu mustered his courage and said, "Let me handle all the meals for the next few days."
Yu Daochen nodded and agreed, "I thought it was something important. Since you want to cook, then do it."
It seems this kid truly can't bear to leave me, thinking of cooking a few meals for his master before departing.
Seeing Yu Daochen agree, Zhou Fu's face remained expressionless, but his heart was overjoyed.
Finally, he wouldn't have to eat his master's cooking!
He was sure that if he ate a few more meals cooked by his master, he might end up in the hospital before learning anything from the Blazing Fire Sect.
Yu Daochen slapped the table and said, "There's no time to delay, we'll start cultivating today."
Noon~
Inside a Wallace, Yu Yijun was happily eating a burger and drinking cola.
Seeing Yu Yijun eating so contentedly, Yu Shuntian's aged face broke into a smile, and he said, "Girl, do you want your great-grandpa to teach you my signature skill?"
"Signature skill?"
Yu Yijun slurped a mouthful of cola, swallowed the cola and burger in her mouth, her small eyes widening, full of curiosity, "What is great-grandpa's signature skill?"
Seeing the little girl ask, Yu Shuntian's lips curved upwards. He took out three silver needles, about ten centimeters long, from his waist and placed them on the table.
Looking at the three silver needles on the table, Yu Yijun's small face showed some confusion, "Silver needles?"
She suddenly remembered seeing a master who used flying needles on television.
She thought his name was something like Dongfang Bubai.
"Great-grandpa, was your master Dongfang Bubai?" Yu Yijun asked with great admiration.
"Dongfang Bubai?"
Yu Shuntian was completely bewildered, not knowing what this little girl was thinking. He then coughed awkwardly.
"My master wasn't some Dongfang Bubai, but this silver needle skill is a single-line inheritance of our Yu family."
Hearing this, Yu Yijun nodded, her small face showing some confusion, "Our Yu family's single-line inheritance?"
Yu Shuntian nodded and began to explain, "This needle technique is called the 'Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles,' our Yu family's unique skill passed down through generations. Six needles to calm the spirit, six needles to extinguish ghosts, six needles to break formations, six needles to save lives, six needles to kill, three needles to vanquish all evil, two needles to pacify the world, and one needle to sever gods and buddhas."
Listening to her great-grandpa's explanation, Yu Yijun didn't understand what it all meant, but she felt it was incredibly powerful.
Yu Yijun seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Great-grandpa, have you taught this 'Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles' to my father?"