Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 232 Foreign Affairs Hall

With the concerted efforts of the two, the grilled fish soon gave off a rich aroma, indicating that it was cooked. Shen Yun skillfully took off a piece of fish with a knife, handed it to Lin Ruyi with a smile, and said gently: "Come, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you," Lin Ruyi responded sweetly. Without any refusal, she stretched out her slender little hand to take the fish, then slightly opened her cherry-like mouth and took a gentle bite.

"How is it?" Shen Yun looked at Lin Ruyi expectantly, his eyes full of anxiety. He was indeed very confident about this grilled fish. After all, in his previous life, he had watched a lot of food videos in various virtual worlds. He thought to himself that as the saying goes, "If you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run", he would not be too bad.

Lin Ruyi slowly swallowed the fish in her mouth, then looked at Shen Yun with a strange look.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Shen Yun said confidently, "Although I have never cooked before, I have a wealth of theoretical knowledge. It's easy for me to deal with a mere spirit fish."

"Mm, it's delicious, you should try it too."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun cut off a small piece of fish with satisfaction, threw it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

The taste is a little hard to describe at first, but it’s not bad.

But the problem is that, apart from the faint salty taste, there is only the pure deliciousness of the fish itself. After tinkering for a long time, it seems that all this has nothing to do with Shen Yun's so-called cooking skills. It seems that he has only done superficial work after roasting for most of the day. Shen Yun couldn't help but laugh and cry. The result he had been looking forward to turned out to be such an embarrassing situation. He scratched his head helplessly and looked at Lin Ruyi. The two smiled at each other and then laughed out loud at the same time. The laughter echoed in the yard, adding a different kind of joy to this little episode of roasting fish.

At dawn, the sun shines gently on Biyun Peak, making it look more majestic and mysterious in the hazy light.

Looking from a distance, Biyun Peak towers into the clouds, and the mist lingers on the hillside, as if covering it with a layer of soft white gauze. Under the reflection of the sun, the top of the mountain shines with golden light, like a dazzling crown.

Going up the winding mountain road, the flowers, plants and trees on the roadside are still covered with crystal dewdrops, which sparkle like tiny gems under the refraction of the sun. Birds jump happily on the branches, and the crisp chirping echoes in the mountains, awakening the sleeping forest.

The stream in the mountains flows gently, the water is so clear that you can see the colorful pebbles and small fish swimming in the water. The stream hits the rocks, splashing white water and making a pleasant sound.

After a night of hard work, Shen Yun looked a little tired, but his eyes were still firm and persistent. He walked slowly and found a sunny spot with a wide view. The morning light poured down without any hindrance, bringing warmth and brightness.

He sat cross-legged, adjusted his posture, closed his eyes gently, and began to practice breathing. As his breathing gradually became steady and rhythmic, the spiritual energy around him seemed to be attracted by something and began to slowly gather towards him. Strands of spiritual energy that were almost invisible to the naked eye, like agile silk threads, came from all directions and rushed into Shen Yun's body.

Shen Yun focused on guiding the spiritual energy, allowing it to flow along specific meridians in his body. A little bit of spiritual energy was refined and gradually merged into his Dantian. With the successful refining of each strand of spiritual energy, he could clearly feel a vigorous force growing and spreading in his body. The fatigue that had accumulated from a night of fighting began to melt rapidly, just like snow under the sun.

Shen Yun stretched himself, turned to look at Lin Ruyi, and said with a smile: "Ruyi, are you ready? Let's go to the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Imperial Academy now."

Lin Ruyi nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, "Well, we're ready, let's go."

Lin Ruyi gave a few instructions to the servants, and not long after, the servants came with two cranes and waited outside the yard.

The two men leaped onto the back of the crane, which let out a loud cry and spread its wings.

As they continued on their way, they soon discovered many other flying spirit beasts appeared in front of them, carrying academy disciples. Shen Yun said thoughtfully: "From the looks of it, they should also be going to the Foreign Affairs Hall to receive missions."

As the flying spirit cranes advanced, they encountered more and more flying spirit beasts. Some disciples rode majestic spirit eagles, some sat on elegant spirit cranes, and some rode on strange-looking spirit bats.

As the spirit crane landed in a square, they arrived at the External Affairs Hall of the Royal Academy.

When Shen Yun and Lin Ruyi arrived at the Foreign Affairs Hall, they saw a bustling scene. The building where the Foreign Affairs Hall was located was tall and solemn, and the vermilion door was open, as if welcoming the arrival of many disciples.

Entering the hall, the spacious hall was crowded with people. Many disciples were chatting in groups of two or three, or carefully checking the task list. A huge task notice board was hung on the wall, which was densely filled with various task information. Some tasks were also marked with difficulty levels and reward descriptions. Some deacons in special costumes were busy shuttling among the crowd, answering questions for the disciples.

In a corner of the hall, there were several simple tables and chairs, and some disciples were sitting there filling out the relevant procedures for receiving tasks. There were also several huge shelves next to them, on which were placed the items and props required for various tasks.

Not far away, a group of disciples were excitedly discussing a task, their voices full of anticipation and eagerness to try. On the other side, some disciples had serious expressions, as if they were weighing the pros and cons of the task. The entire Foreign Affairs Hall was filled with noisy voices, but also filled with vigorous vitality and a desire for experience, as if this was an important starting point for the academy's disciples to embark on the road of growth.

In addition to the disciples who were excitedly preparing to receive the mission, from time to time there were some ragged and exhausted disciples who came in to hand over the mission. Some of them had some scars on their bodies and their clothes were tattered, as if they had experienced a very difficult battle; some of them had weak steps and bloodshot eyes, which showed that they had been exhausted after a long period of running around.

These disciples walked silently to the deacon's position, respectfully handed over the task items or related certificates, and their expressions revealed a sense of relaxation after completing their mission.

The deacons checked seriously and after confirming that everything was correct, they picked up a special magic weapon and injected points into the identity tokens of the disciples. The magic weapon shone with a strange light, and the moment it came into contact with the identity token, the light flickered, and the points were injected into it accurately. The disciples looked at the injection of points, and although they were tired, they still showed a look of satisfaction.

After completing the points injection, some disciples will leave directly and find a place to rest and recover; others will stay in the hall for a while to see if there are any new tasks suitable for them. Their presence seems to silently remind others that the road of cultivation is long and arduous, and there must be no slackness. In such an atmosphere, the entire Foreign Affairs Hall continues to operate, witnessing the efforts and growth of the disciples.