Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 463

On the first day of taking over the canteen, Nyx took a stroll through the kitchen to check things out.

A single meal set cost a hundred low–grade spirit stones or merit points–way too pricey. Most outer sect disciples couldn’t afford it, and even inner sect disciples hesitated to spend so much. They could only sniff the aroma and watch enviously as their better–off peers dug in.

Nyx’s senior brothers and sisters were already there, eating for a while, their plates stacked up like a fortress wall. They usually worked hard cultivating and traded the spiritual plants they grew for heaps of merit points and spirit stones.

They weren’t as loaded as pill refiners or talisman makers, but compared to the disciples from Demon–Subduing Peak or Swork Peak–who blew all their spirit stones on pills or sword–forging–they were still pretty well–off. Over the years, they’d saved up a decent stash and wouldn’t go broke anytime soon.

Nyx watched for a bit before turning to her master. “Did you set the price too high?” Most people couldn’t afford it, after all.

Cyan smiled kindly and shook his head. He even thought it was too low.

This spiritual food combined the effects of fasting pills and spirit–gathering pills but was cheaper than actual pills- practically a steal.

“It’s exactly because not everyone can afford it that they’ll work harder to cultivate just for a bite,” he explained.

The work culture at Herb Peak was awful–people who ended up there often had a self–defeating mindset, with terrible attitudes toward cultivation. They always came dead last in sect tournaments.

He’d been trying to fix this vibe for a while, using all sorts of incentives as bait, but the results were always so–so. Hopefully, this time would work wonders.

Cyan had a lot of faith in the allure of spiritual food. He was certain nobody could resist the temptation, sniffing that aroma every day.

Nyx wasn’t so sure and had doubts about the canteen’s future, but she went along with her master’s decision. They agreed to settle accounts every season, and she became a hands–off manager, focusing only on farming.

A hundred white bamboos quickly multiplied into thousands, producing heaps of fresh shoots daily. Nyx also planted a few other common vegetables and spiritual grains.

While her senior siblings‘ fields were all medicinal plots, hers looked like a veggie patch. It didn’t have much flair, but judging by the density of spiritual qi, her fields were absolutely on par.

The spiritual plants she nurtured brimmed with vitality and absorbed heaven–and–earth energy far better. The herbs she’d planted before were of such high quality that they didn’t even make it to the Treasure Pavilion for sale–Pill Cauldron Peak disciples swooped in and snatched them up the moment they were harvested.

“Come on, let’s go, we’re already here–might as well hit up Herb Peak’s kitchen!”

“Wonder if they’ve got braised bamboo shoots today.”

Nyx saw them heading to the kitchen arm–in–arm and gave them a suspicious look. “How do you guys know Herb Peak’s kitchen has this stuff?”

Magnus told them?‘ she wondered.

despite his gluttony. He didn’t seem the type to chat

disciples grinned cheekily. “It’s all over the

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of spiritual

so close, and we’ve got a good relationship–we come by to mooch meals all the time.”

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started with some Herb Peak disciples inviting friends to eat here. Then disciples from other peaks got a taste of the heavenly flavors and spread the word back home. Word

hype about the taste or benefits. But the curious ones who gave it a shot ended up hooked, raving to everyone they met. The buzz grew like a snowball,

Peak disciples to the kitchen and was shocked,

since she last visited, and the place had completely transformed. The line stretched out like a dragon- more packed than any holiday tourist spot she’d ever seen.

from Demon–Subduing Peak, disciples from Swork Peak with all sorts of

Peak disciples. The ones from other peaks were usually tagging along with a

meals be limited to Herb Peak disciples only -one portion per person per day. Things finally calmed

their portions to others, but most preferred to eat it themselves. Once they’d tasted spiritual food, no

who used to slack off were now busting their butts cultivating to earn more cash, all for

other peaks couldn’t buy it even if they wanted to–only the ones with

chatting, the crowd suddenly got rowdy.

“Nyx is here!”

one’s her?”

one over there.”

She wanted to bolt, but disciples from all the peaks surrounded

“Nyx!”

“You’re Nyx?”

grow more veggies and supply

to our main peak!”

communication

veggies directly? Name

you’re a

coming from all directions, people tried to poach her

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