I Awakened to a Farming TALENT

## Chapter 69: The Mystical Arts Pig Protection Society

With such a huge help, Qionghua Eatery was like a tiger that had grown wings.

Jiang Tingyun felt pure joy every time she looked at the clean, tidy kitchen. Cooking and using the pots and pans became even more effortless.

...So this was what it felt like to have someone clean up after you and have your back?

That night after closing, the usual lengthy cleanup was finished in no time with Liu Yanghe's help.

Everyone at Qionghua Sect gathered cozily around a charcoal fire, roasting food.

A variety of ingredients were piled to the side—a colorful spread.

Sweet potatoes took the longest to cook. Even though their skins had turned slightly black and charred from the fire, Jiang Tingyun poked them with a fire stick, and they were still hard.

The chestnuts, on the other hand, had been scored with a knife, and as the fire slowly heated them, the golden flesh inside began to show, and a sweet, nutty aroma wafted out.

"Ah!!! Hot hot hot!" Jin Feifan tried to grab a chestnut with his bare hand and yelped, dropping it.

Zhu Lili laughed, picked it up, and said, "Sucker! Mine now."

She quickly peeled it, popped it in her mouth, and showed off to Jin Feifan as she chewed.

"Wow! So good! Sweet and creamy—the flavor goes straight to my heart!"

Jiang Tingyun shook her head helplessly.

Art really did imitate life. Those two had just reenacted the classic fable of the monkey and the cat pulling chestnuts from the fire.

Pei Jingmo's attention was fixed on the roasting rice cakes. Rice cakes burned easily and needed constant flipping. Their surfaces had turned golden and puffed up. When they were finally done, Jiang Tingyun picked one up with her tongs and fed it to him.

He tossed it back and forth between his hands to cool it down. Once it was slightly cool, he couldn't wait to take a big bite—it was chewy, springy, fragrant, and sticky, with long, gooey strings of melted rice.

Once his hand stopped hurting, Jin Feifan started experimenting again, roasting all kinds of fruits—oranges, apples, pears—whatever came to mind.

Jiang Tingyun did a taste test and concluded that roasted pears were the most tolerable—warm and sweet, a bit like stewed pear with rock sugar.

Roasted oranges, on the other hand, turned into a mushy mess inside. The taste went from sweet to sour to bitter—just a weird flavor overall.

Liu Yanghe had never experienced this kind of cozy autumn bonfire atmosphere before. He was fascinated and took several photos with his phone.

"This is fun. Roasting food like this is pretty interesting. I'm going to post these on the Mystical Arts Pig Protection Society forum."

Wait—what did he just say?!

Jiang Tingyun's head shot up. The orange in her hand dropped with a *plop* and rolled far away.

"Mystical Arts Pig Protection Society!?"

She sprang to her feet, practically vibrating with excitement. She really had been a pig!

Liu Yanghe was from Shuiguang Sect, which sounded like it had quite a few members. He surely wasn't as isolated as Qionghua Sect! Why hadn't she thought to ask him about the Pig Protection Society before?

Ever since she had sent that letter to the Society with an increased reward offer, she hadn't heard anything back. She had been getting anxious.

And even though Pei Jingmo never said anything, he must have been worried about whether someone would accept the bounty and solve his appearance-growth-stagnation problem.

Jiang Tingyun forgot all about the orange. She fired off questions in rapid succession. "Teacher Liu, you know about the Mystical Arts Pig Protection Society? Then do you know where its headquarters—Zigai Mountain—is? And what does 'enter if fate allows' mean? How do I get fate? I sent a letter to that address and never got a response!"

Liu Yanghe looked at her strangely. "Zigai Mountain? Sent a letter?"

"Wait, why would you send a letter to Zigai Mountain?"

The entire Qionghua Sect froze for a second. Although Liu Yanghe seemed harmless, they had only just met him. No one wanted to broadcast Pei Jingmo's cultivation problem to a stranger.

Jiang Tingyun simply said, "I wanted to ask about something. The Society's only address was 'No. 6 Changping Street, Zigai Mountain,' and it said 'enter if fate allows.' I didn't know how to get in, so I did what my grandfather did and sent a letter."

"Oh... That address is correct, but only winners of the Mystical Arts Skills Competition get invited to Zigai Mountain. Ordinary people can't enter."

"As for sending letters, that's been phased out! That address used to be for mailing bounties or exchanging information, but now we use a phone app for convenience." Liu Yanghe waved his phone.

"..."

Damn. Even immortal cultivation was keeping up with the times? Since when did they have an app? Her grandfather's notebooks never mentioned anything about it.

Then again, expecting an eighty-year-old man to figure out a phone app was probably asking too much.

"No way? You haven't downloaded the app?" Liu Yanghe looked at them in disbelief.

Everyone at Qionghua Sect shook their heads in unison. They hadn't just never downloaded it—they had never even heard of it.

Before Jiang Tingyun arrived a few years ago, the sect had been dirt poor. They had only recently upgraded from old basic phones to smartphones—and even those were cheap off-brand ones costing a few hundred yuan.

Jiang Tingyun collected herself. "Teacher Liu, how do we download this app?"

"Oh? The Society sent everyone a Piggy Code back in the day!"

Jiang Tingyun didn't even question why it was called something as ridiculous as "Piggy Code."

She ran straight upstairs, dug out the wooden chest her grandfather had left, opened the notebook that recorded the sect's daily logs, and found a thin piece of paper tucked inside.

Printed on the paper were three adorable little pigs. Her grandfather had used the back as scratch paper, scribbling complaints and grumbles.

One line stood out—written huge, pressed hard into the paper. You could almost imagine him grinding his teeth as he wrote it.

"Jiang Yiling, you unfilial son!"

Jiang Yiling was her father.

"..."

She had seen this paper before. She had always assumed her grandfather had just grabbed a random promotional flyer from the Year of the Pig to jot down his grievances.

So this was the Piggy Code? Scanning those three pigs would download the Society forum?

She came back downstairs, looking bewildered, holding the paper.

As soon as Liu Yanghe saw it, he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, that's the one. Just scan it to download."

Everyone pulled out their phones. Sure enough, the moment they aimed the scanner at the little pigs, a flash of white light appeared. The pigs on the paper faded, and an app icon gradually took shape on their screens.

When the download completed, the pigs had completely vanished, leaving behind a blank sheet of paper.

"So magical!" Jin Feifan stared at the scene in awe.

Jiang Tingyun looked at the pink little pig icon and fell silent.

So the app was actually called the Mystical Arts **Pig Protection** Society!?

Wait—it wasn't the "Mutual Aid" Society?

She had always thought Liu Yanghe, being from the north, just had an accent. Turns out it really was Pig Protection. No wonder even the download code was pig-themed!