Dai Lü dragged his weak body as he walked under the sandstorm. His back seemed extremely desolate and dejected.
"Kid, don't be discouraged."
Soul cheered up and comforted him, "Even without the Devourer bloodline, there is still the Devouring Heart Sutra. As long as you comprehend it to a higher level, you can still be invincible!"
Returning to his own world was the fastest way for him to recover and become stronger.
He didn't expect that the array set up by the Array Emperor would be modified and become completely unfamiliar. He could only continue with his original plan and focus on nurturing this human.
Although he was a little idiotic and reckless.
But when he became stronger, he would be able to devour souls and completely control his body. He would then be able to do whatever he wanted!
Dai Lü didn't know that he was just a chess piece in front of Soul. Instead, he was deeply touched that someone would come to comfort him when he was injured.
"Phew!"
He exhaled and clenched his fists.
"I will work hard to cultivate and become stronger. Until one day, I will make Ye Xingchen and Jun Changxiao kneel at my feet!"
A good man with ambition!
"So."
Soul urged, "Don't always look for beasts, flowers, and trees to absorb energy. You can directly absorb the energy of martial artists to improve faster."
On the way to the Northern Desert State, he had suggested this.
But after Dai Lü gradually mastered the Devouring power, he would only start from beasts and plants. He would not absorb martial artists at all.
To be exact.
Ever since he had the Devouring power, most of his improvement came from absorbing beasts. Unless he encountered martial artists who were looking for trouble, he rarely took the initiative to attack.
"I have no grudges with others. Isn't it a little inappropriate to absorb their energy?" Dai Lü said.
"Kid."
Soul said, "In this world, it's either you die or he dies. Having a benevolent heart will only push yourself into the abyss."
Dai Lü's eyes gradually turned cold.
"Listen to me."
Soul continued to instigate, "Only by absorbing martial artists can you become stronger faster, take revenge, and become the master of this world!"
Obviously, he was stronger than the system in terms of bluffing.
"Alright!"
Dai Lü said, "Let me try!"
"Hmm?"
On the official road to Yellow Sand City, he saw an old man striding forward. His eyes lit up, "It's him!"
The person Dai Lü saw was Old Monster Xu, the grand elder of the Wind Riding Sect. He had just come out of seclusion and was preparing to go to the city to handle some matters.
"Ah! Ah! "
"Senior, I was wrong! I was wrong! "
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When night fell, Dai Lv squatted in the damp cave with a bloody nose and a swollen face, like a pitiful kitten licking its wounds alone. His soul roared in exasperation, "Why did you have to find a Martial Emperor?!"
.
Sect of All Times.
Jun Chang Xiao sat in the main hall.
..... was...... com... and.
Therefore, he decided to put the matter to rest for the time being. The most important thing now was to think about how to complete the epic quest.
"Although Shi Qi has reached the minimum standard, he must exceed it by the settlement period in a year," Jun Changxiao murmured.
. and the God of Cookery Competition.
"It's only two or three months from now. How's Dudu's preparation going?"
.... Jun Changxiao got up and went to the cafeteria.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Li Tiantian, Sima Zhongda, and the others squatting down and crying. Their tears wet the ground.
What's going on?
Could it be that Li Fei used Body of Depression to make them fall into a pessimistic state?
That's not right!
That kid is cultivating in the Tower of Experience. He doesn't have time.
"Patriarch …" Li Tiantian wiped his tears and snot and cried, "Senior Sister Liu's fried rice is simply … too delicious …"
... Jun Changxiao saw a bowl of fried rice on the table in front of him. It looked no different from the fried rice he used to eat, so he rolled his eyes and said, "It's not like I haven't eaten it before. Look at you two."
"No … No …" Li Tiantian cried.
"This fried rice is different from before. After eating it … Wuwuwu … Let me cry for a while more …"
"Newly developed?"
Jun Changxiao walked to the table, picked up the spoon and said, "I'll try it."
…
"Hall Master Li!"
Outside the cafeteria, Liu Wanshi smiled and said, "I just developed a new type of fried rice today. It's delicious!"
Li Luoqiu smiled and said, "The more you say that, the more curious I am."
"You can only smell it, not eat it!"
"Why?"
"Because …"
The little girl suddenly said with a straight face, "I added a special seasoning to the fried rice. After eating it, you can't control your emotions and cry!"
Li Luoqiu said in surprise, "So magical?"
The two of them walked into the cafeteria as they talked. However, just as they stood there, they were stunned. Because there were three people squatting inside, covering their faces and crying.
"Girl … girl …" Jun Chang Xiao wiped the tears from his eyes as he cried, "Did you … put tear gas in your fried rice …"
"Ah?"
Liu Wanshi said with her mouth open, "You guys ate fried rice?"
…
Jun Changxiao and Li Tiantian cried for a full hour. Only when their eyes were swollen did they recover.
Liu Wanshi was like a child who had made a mistake. She leaned against the corner of the wall and lowered her head. Her small hands rubbed the corner of her clothes as she whispered, "Patriarch, I'm sorry … I didn't expect you to eat this bowl of fried rice …"
"Not bad, not bad."
Jun Changxiao sat down and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. "The newly developed fried rice tastes much better than before. If you take it to the God of Cookery Competition, you'll definitely make the judges cry."
"Patriarch, this is just something I casually researched. There are better dishes in the God of Cookery Competition," Liu Wanshi said.
"There's something better?"
Jun Changxiao said, "If that's the case, winning the God of Cookery Competition will be a piece of cake!"
"Patriarch."
Liu Wanshi frowned and said, "I'm afraid you don't know that the current God of Cookery has sent his favorite disciple to compete."
"Oh?"
Jun Changxiao turned to look at Li Luoqiu. The latter said, "Fifty years ago, a man named Shi Weitian won the God of Cookery Competition five times in a row and was known as the current God of Cookery."
"Awesome!"
Winning the God of Cookery Competition five times in a row was definitely not luck, but true skill in cooking.
Li Luoqiu continued, "In his later years, Shi Weitian accepted a disciple named Song Bao as his last disciple, and after a few years of training, he announced to the public that he had inherited 90% of his legacy."
"The God of Cookery Competition is about to begin. Many people have already determined that the disciple of the God of Cookery will win this year's God of Cookery Competition. Perhaps, like the former, he will win the subsequent competitions and become the new God of Cookery."
Jun Changxiao said, "In that case, this Song Bao will be the biggest threat on Du Du's path to the championship?"
Li Luoqiu said, "Many of the old seniors who have won the God of Cookery Competition know that Shi Weitian will send his disciple to compete. This year's God of Cookery Competition can be said to be full of masters and stars."
"…"
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
Shi Ba's mission was to let Liu Wanshi get into the top three of the God of Cookery Competition. He thought it would be easy, but now it seemed that an epic mission was destined to be difficult!
"There is only challenge when there is difficulty."
Jun Changxiao said, "I believe that you will be able to defeat all the masters and pick up the trophy of the God of Cookery Competition!"
"Yes!"
Liu Wanshi nodded heavily and said, "I will not disappoint the Patriarch's high hopes!"
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
After giving his disciple encouragement, Jun Changxiao went to the medicine hall.
"Eh?"
Liu Wanshi, who was about to continue studying Chinese recipes, walked into the kitchen and said in surprise, "Where is that bowl of fried rice?"
"Boohoo …"
At the back of the mountain, The Purple King squatted on the ground, tears flowing like a fountain, and there was an empty bowl at his feet. Not even a grain of rice was left.
Jun Chang took a small bite with a smile on his face and wept for an hour.
This guy … ate it all.
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