Zhao Xin took Shi Wu to the warehouse that specializes in storing spirits and flesh. Elder Luoyuefeng outside saw that it was Zhao Xin coming, so he helped open the warehouse door without even asking.

Shi Wu was curious and followed Zhao Xin in. As soon as he entered, he saw that the spiritual warehouse that was about thirty meters square was covered with various large pieces of spiritual flesh, some of which were whole or half a spirit beast. Shi Wu was a little dazzled at once. Zhao Xin introduced: "Senior Brother Shi, there are many kinds of spiritual flesh here, but Junior Brother, I will provide you with at most two spiritual beasts with six levels of Qi Condensation. It's not that Junior Brother, you can only reach this point of authority."

Shi Wu was already very satisfied: "It's enough. Just pick two pieces for me and put them in the Nahaibashi."

Only then did Zhao Xin see that the storage bag on Shi Wu's waist was not the one he gave him when he last gave Shi Wu's supplies. Looking at the wave patterns on it, Zhao Xin said, "There are indeed many treasures on the old immortal."

Shi Wu did not hide it from him, saying, "It was given by Gongsun Palace Master, but don't tell others." Shi Wu actually disclosed these intentionally, and taking advantage of the situation appropriately would be beneficial and harmless for him.

When Zhao Xin heard that this kid really had a good relationship with the palace master, he put away his other thoughts and picked two pieces of meat for Shi Wu that were quite large, and said, "These two pieces are purple yak beef tendons with six layers of Qi Condensation, which should be very suitable for the ingredients you use to make golden dew and jade spirit meat."

Seeing that Li Mu said it, Shi Wu smiled and said, "Zhao Xin, I know that your uncle went to Gong Yuefeng to pass the qi, and I have indeed offended Zhou Yan. To be honest, is it the happiest way I practice the most difficult technique and make the most material spiritual meal, the happier you will be?"

Zhao Xin was asked by Shi Wu, and he wanted to explain, but he felt that he couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only smile bitterly in the end.

Seeing that Zhao Xin did not reply, Shi Wu went over and hooked Zhao Xin's shoulder. Zhao Xin did not dodge this time, but wanted to hear what Shi Wu said. He only heard Shi Wu say: "Have you ever thought that if I practice it, I will also make good spiritual food!"

Zhao Xin really didn't think about this problem and said to himself: "Yes, this kid will not die after drinking the Soup of Fortune. If he really succeeds, with his friendship with the Palace Master, will there be good results to offend him?"

Shi Wu patted Zhao Xin on the shoulder and said, "I know I feel uncomfortable with you when I scrape oil from you. But I have no choice. I always have to protect myself when I am a newcomer. Tell me, if you have the opportunity to ask for ten years of food and supplies to improve yourself, do you want it?"

"Yes!" Zhao Xin blurted out, but after he finished speaking, he felt that he shouldn't have said this.

Shi Wu nodded and said, "This is human nature. But I also know that I have passed a little, so I decided to use two years of food and supplies to make friends with you Zhao Xin, how about it?"

Zhao Xindun felt happy and said from the sky: "Are you saying true?"

Shi Wu nodded and said, "It's more real than real gold. But do I have a condition?"

Zhao Xin said vigilantly: "What conditions?"

Shi Wu asked him to rest assured: "Just convert the remaining eight years of food and materials into spiritual rice, spirit meat and golden hemp seeds for me. The level of spiritual meat does not need to be too high, I just practice it."

When Zhao Xin heard this, he patted his chest and said, "No problem! I, Zhao Xin, have made friends with you."

Shi Wu smiled and said, "Yes!"

In the end, the one who lost the worst in this bet was Zhang He who was fucking and Lu Qi who rushed to monitor him. One even cheated his master, and the other fell into a state of decline. Luo Yao was in a very bad mood. The food on Luoyue Peak tonight was terrible salty, and those disciples who had not reached the foundation-building stage were ordered to leave until they finished their meals.
Chapter completed!