'This cultivation efficiency is incredibly satisfying!'
Yang Qi carefully sensed the Magical Power in his Dantian, which had multiplied severalfold. The feelings of stability and joy that came with this growth in strength left him in an exceptionally good mood.
He glanced at the time and saw it was almost noon, so he put aside the thought of continuing his cultivation, got up, and went downstairs to prepare a meal.
"Hmm, I'll just have some Spirit Rice..."
"Wait a minute!"
Yang Qi's thoughts turned to the little Leopard, Ta Xue. 'The little guy is still young. His stomach probably can't handle solid food. Spirit Rice Porridge would be more suitable.'
So, he measured out a portion of Spirit Rice, gave it a quick rinse, put it in the rice cooker with water, and pressed the start button.
