"So what does she usually eat? Will she die if she doesn’t eat for a day? Or does she not need to eat at all, just leave her there?"

Yuchi calculated that if he didn’t have to feed her, that would be ideal. Otherwise, he himself often lived through an unstable life of feasting and famine, with the best meals being the fruit platters offered by others at the Courtesan House. When in the big city, he could only occasionally buy some snacks to satisfy his cravings.

"Young Master Yuchi, the Spiritual Painting Avatar doesn’t need to eat, you know."

"She usually resides within the painting plaque and can take care of herself."

"However, if you want to earn the favor of the Spiritual Painting Avatar so that she will wholeheartedly assist you in the future and hope for her to grow stronger, merely feeding her is not enough; you should directly feed her high-quality elixirs."

"And the elixir feeding process is quite simple to remember."

"If she is in the Qi Cultivation Realm, then feed her one Qi Cultivation Realm elixir per month. If she is in the Foundation Establishment Stage, then feed her one Foundation Establishment Stage elixir per month, and so on."

Feeding one elixir per month matching her realm—really, for others, she’s a glutton, while she’s a medicine bucket? Who could stomach this kind of consumption... Yuchi felt a little speechless, unable to utter a word, only listening to Qi Hongyu’s mellifluous voice.

"Of course, just feed her the conventional elixirs that cultivators take, and don’t give her any odd ones."

"Her body is still young, and for her to grow completely, it would take at least a century or two to reach our age."

"Although the painting plaque is beautiful, you shouldn’t mess around with it."

After speaking, the two women both looked at Yuchi with a slightly flirtatious gaze.

Ahem, look at your little teasing eyes, what are you trying to convey here? Am I someone who would feel something for a figurine like this? Impossible, eh. Speaking of the elixirs... Well, thinking about it, it’s just like raising two more disciples—it’s not that expensive.

"It’s not as exaggerated as imagined; it’s just twice as many elixirs as what normal disciples receive. It’s manageable!" Yuchi gritted these words through clenched teeth.

There’s no choice; since someone gifted it to him and the Spiritual Painting Avatar is a living entity, he should show that he cherishes it.

At least it is a nice gesture.

He then took out an elixir suitable for the Qi Cultivation Realm and held it in his hand. The round, date-sized elixir emitted a fragrant aroma.

"Should I just put this in, or place it in a bowl and wait for her to come eat?"

Yuchi’s mind already conjured up scenes of his future life. He would enshrine the painting plaque of his dear ancestor on the table, incense burners lit on both sides, and directly opposite the plaque is a porcelain bowl that produces one elixir each month—just like a ritual.

She is indeed a dear ancestor!

"Just call out her name; it’s written on the back of the painting plaque, and that’s the name they gave themselves."

Qi Baiyu reminded, "Usually the names they give themselves are quite nice."

"I didn’t know her name before."

"Let’s take a look now."

"Alright."

Under Qi Baiyu’s guidance, Yuchi looked at the back of the painting plaque, with Qi Hongyu also standing beside him, curiously craning her neck to look, and they saw six words.

The eyes of the three people darkened immediately upon seeing the six words clearly: "Yin Shuang - Pellet from Pavilion."

Pellet from Pavilion... Give you a pellet, cut your pellet? What!? Does she even have an accent? Or does she have some grudge against me?

They exchanged glances, finding it funny and awkward.

But to be honest, Yin Shuang does have some wit. Firstly, the "pavilion" probably refers to her own residence within such a painting plaque, which looks like a building, living in a pavilion. Secondly, "pellet" is another term for elixir, and when the four words are pronounced together, not giving her an elixir would indeed make calling her name embarrassing.

Then Yuchi once again heard splashing water.

Yin Shuang came gliding over the water, her silver hair flowing, darting out of the painting plaque.

Standing on Yuchi’s palm, she pointed at the pellet with one hand and herself with the other, staring at Yuchi with big watery eyes, her mouth in a pitiful waveline.

"Is this the same one who crushed me and cursed me?" Yuchi was deeply shocked; this forebear looks so young, but does she have two faces?

Quickly nodding, he said, "It’s for you. Take it."

Nodding, Yin Shuang embraced the big elixir like hugging a large ball, inhaled deeply, and then directly dived back into the painting plaque. The three clearly saw her with the elixir floating over the water; her retreating figure couldn’t be happier and more smug, like having seized a treasure.

Yuchi: "..."

Then feeling weak and helpless, he asked the two women by his side, "Are all Spiritual Painting Avatars like this, or is it just Yin Shuang’s personality?"

"Uh."

The silent exchange, an unspoken sentiment shared by all.

But Yin Shuang didn’t care about what Yuchi and the others thought.

Sitting in her small world, embracing the watermelon-sized elixir by the lake, she gazed at the beautiful vista before her, taking large bites of the elixir, her eyes blossoming with delight, shaking her head and rocking; she was overwhelmingly joyful, looking just as poised as a cat encountering catnip.