Chapter 56
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At the first glimmer of dawn, Long Bufan, who had been tormented by Elder Xu the entire night, finally emerged from the Jade Bamboo Pavilion. His face was ashen, and his stomach was rumbling. His eyes were green with indescribable hunger. It was as if he could gobble up a fat pig right in front of him.
"I can't hold on any longer! I'm starving to death!!" Long Bufan swallowed hard, his eyes shining brightly as he looked around. However, there was nothing in the area that he could eat. The only thing he could find was the lush green bamboo, which seemed delicious.
He wanted to endure the hunger, but the feeling of hunger caused him to rush over to the Jade Forest Bamboo. Bending his head, he took a huge bite out of it.
A crunching sound could be heard as a chunk of the bamboo was bitten off. Crunching sounds could be heard as Long Bufan swallowed it down. His face twisted as the bitter taste caused him to tremble.
"Dammit, that was too bitter …."
"I want to eat …." Long Bufan's longing for the Ovens had reached its pinnacle. He was hungry. In fact, he had never been this hungry in his entire life. He had spent an entire day and night practicing magical symbols and spell formations. His physical strength and psychic power were almost completely depleted. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy. His eyes were turning green, and he was panting. Suddenly, he shot out of the Jade Forest Bamboo Pavilion.
He sped along the mountain path at top speed. The other Outer Sect disciples he encountered along the way felt a gust of wind blow past them, and they looked over in astonishment at Long Bufan's back.
He ran out of the Outer Temple, into the servants' district, and then into the Ovens. He didn't even want to waste any time opening the door. He flew in.
Currently, the servants of the Ovens were in the middle of preparing breakfast. Big Fatty Zhu, their leader, was in the middle of pouring a bowl of rice soup. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and the bowl in front of him vanished, revealing Long Bufan with his mouth wide open.
"Ah?" Big Fatty Zhu was startled, and the other servant disciples were also stunned. When they saw that it was Long Bufan, before they could say anything, Long Bufan swallowed his saliva, picked up a large pot, and gulped down all the soup. Apparently, he still wasn't satisfied, so he stuck his head into the pot, and the rice soup in the pot instantly decreased ….
The servants of the Ovens stared at Long Bufan, slack-jawed. They had seen hungry people before, but they had never seen someone starved to this extent. This wasn't Long Bufan, this was a starving ghost!
"Nice ~" Long Bufan lay on the ground, rubbing his round belly and burping in satisfaction.
"Junior Brother Long, what happened to you? I haven't seen you for a few days and you're already this hungry?" Big Fatty Zhu asked in surprise.
"Don't mention it." Long Bufan scowled miserably. "In the future, even if you beat me to death, I won't go to that damned old man to learn about runic spell formations."
After venting his anger, Long Bufan actually fell to the ground and fell asleep, snoring loudly. In fact, after Elder Xu taught him runes like crazy last night, Long Bufan already had a rough understanding of this kind of knowledge. In the array of rune masters, he could be considered to be at the entry level. All he needed was time to train.
"See?" said Big Fatty Zhu. "This is what happens when you become an Outer Temple disciple. Junior Brother Long has only been there for a few days, but he's already been tortured."
"It seems staying in the Ovens is much more comfortable. There's food and drink. It's much better than going to the Outer Temple."
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