After Ji Shu's leisurely stroll, Ye Bufan returned to his residence.
As soon as she saw him at the door, the little girl immediately bounced up to meet him: "Big brother, what are we having? I'm starving."
Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyue, though they did not speak, couldn't help but glance over in this direction.
Although they weren't as big of foodies as Fu Jundie, Ye Bufan's barbecue yesterday was simply too delicious. It had completely conquered their stomachs.
Today's harvest was plentiful, Ye Bufan was in high spirits and smiled faintly: "Today we'll have a different way of eating, let's have hot pot."
"What is hot pot?"
Although the little girl hadn't figured out what was going on, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
You'll see soon enough.
Ye Bufan thought, and a large pile of cookware and ingredients appeared in front of several people.
A gas stove, a small steel basin, spicy hot pot base ingredients, plus all kinds of fish balls and meat slices.
"Big brother, what are all these? I've never seen them before?"
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This is hot pot.
Yè Búfán skillfully operated, and soon the water with the bottom material in the small steel basin boiled. Then, he put all the ingredients in.
"Okay, now it's ready to eat."
Ye Bufan tucked a few slices of meat into the bowl, dipped them in the sauce, and took a bite. A warm feeling filled his heart as he savored the taste - this was the taste of home.
Having left Earth for so long, I don't know when I'll be reunited with my family again.
The little girl, however, had no idea what he was thinking. She was already eager to imitate him, picked up the prepared dipping sauce, and started eating the slices of meat.
Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyun also tried this novel way of eating, something they had never encountered before.
"Oh my god, it's so good!"
A mouthful of sliced meat went into her mouth, and the little girl couldn't help but excitedly shout. Then she chewed it big bites.
Luo Bingyan and the other person also ate with great gusto, enjoying themselves immensely.
After a while, Fu Jundie said, "Big brother, this hot pot is delicious, but the taste is a little strange. Now my mouth is numb and I can't even find where it hurts."
Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Normal, this is a specialty of our hometown, called Ma La hot pot. That's the taste."
As several people were talking, a figure suddenly dashed towards them.
This person's speed is very fast, he has already reached the level of a Xuanxian.
As he approached, I saw that he was holding a person in his arms. The man was covered in blood from head to toe, barely breathing, with a sword piercing his chest.
"Master Ye, help! Please save my brother!"
That man, his face full of panic, strode towards Ye Bufan.
"Who are you? What's going on?"
Ye Bufan sat there motionless, but instead picked up a slice of meat, dipped it in the sauce, and sent it into his mouth.
That person stopped a short distance from the hot pot, placed the person in their arms on the ground, and then bowed.
"Master Ye, my name is Yang Fan, and this is my younger brother, Yang Fei. We are both disciples of the Fourth Peak."
My two brothers originally went out to train, but when they came back, they were suddenly ambushed by their enemies.
After a fierce battle, my younger brother was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Please save him as quickly as you can.
"Oh!"
Ye Bufan nodded. "My clinic just opened, how did you hear about it?"
"After returning to the sect, we met a senior sister on the road. She told me that there was a junior brother named Ye in the sect whose medical skills were divine and could save my younger brother's life!"

“What’s that senior sister’s name? Is she pretty? Does she have a cultivation partner? How did he know about my divine medical skills? Does he secretly admire me?”
When Ye Bufan finished speaking, Yang Fan was dumbfounded.
"Master Ye, could you please not ask those questions for now? My younger brother is in real danger. Please help treat him first. I'll answer any questions you have later."
Fu Jundie also chimed in, "That's right, big brother. Saving people is the priority. They are all our fellow disciples from our sect. Let's hurry and help him!"
"It's fine, don't worry, his illness is particularly easy to cure."
Ye Bufan looked at the little girl and smiled faintly, "This is it, you go help him heal."
Fu Jundie was taken aback: “How is this possible? I don’t know medicine.”
"I can teach you, though. It doesn't work for everyone else, but it's especially effective for him."
Ye Bufan grabbed another chicken wing and pointed it towards the bubbling hot pot in front of them.
"You take this pot of soup over there and feed it to him. Remember, make sure he drinks it while it's hot; it will cure him right away."
"I..."
The little girl, who was very smart to begin with, was stunned for a moment before seeming to understand something. She grabbed the hot pot and walked towards Yang Fei.
Ye Bufan glanced at Shen Qirun beside him: "My treatment method is a bit special. The family members might not accept it, so if it causes any trouble, you can help me stop it."
"I got it!"
Shen Qiyun gave a charming smile, swaying her sexy figure as she walked towards Yang Fan.
"Brother, how about we have a heart-to-heart?"
Yang Fan's expression changed drastically: "What do you want to do? Will you treat my brother or not? If you don't, we're leaving!"
Ye Bufan smirked and said, "Don't go yet. Haven't you all heard that I'm a divine doctor? This minor illness is nothing."
At this moment, the little girl holding the steaming hot pot walked up to Yang Fei. Yang Fan wanted to step forward to stop her, but Shen Qiyun blocked his way.
"Come on, big brother said as long as you drink this pot of soup, your injury will be healed immediately."
The little girl giggled after finishing her sentence and directly poured the scalding hot pot soup into Yang Fei's mouth.
"Ah!"
Yang Fei, who was originally lying on the ground barely alive, suddenly jumped up. Where was there any sign of injury?
"Kid, die!"
With a flick of his wrist, the sword that had been lodged in his chest was drawn. It was only half its original length.
The broken sword slashed across, a cold light heading straight for Ye Bufan.
His sword flashed with a cold light, its murderous aura radiating outwards. He clearly intended to kill his opponent.
At the same time, Yang Fan on the other side also moved. A black short knife appeared in his hand, and he pounced towards Ye Bufan.
Yang Fei's cultivation was also that of a Xuanxian. This sword strike was both fast and vicious.
Just then, two fingers as white as jade suddenly extended, clamping down on the broken sword and preventing it from moving any further.
It was Luo Bingyan who made the move. She had been standing by, holding a broken sword in one hand and with the other, she slapped Yang Fei across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Although she had just entered the early stage of Da Yi Xian, her strength was not something Yang Fei could contend with. With one move, she sealed his acupoints.
On the other side, Shen Qiyue let out a series of giggles: "This senior brother, you already said we should have a good talk, why are you so clueless about romance?"
In the midst of their conversation, she reached out with a finger and struck Yang Fan in the back, instantly sealing his cultivation base.

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