Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 189 The God of Cookery

Yun Hui's martial soul is a flawless pure white flower, but this does not mean that she must obtain soul rings from flower-type soul beasts.

Pure white flowers symbolize kindness, so some specific animal soul beasts are more compatible with their martial souls than most flower soul beasts.

For example, at a stream not far from them, a group of sheep were drawing water to quench their thirst.

This sheep is not that kind of sheep. It is not a domestic animal raised by humans, but a herbivorous soul beast. It is gentle and kind by nature, and is in harmony with the pure white flower.

"Master, do you really want to attack them?"

Behind a tree not far from the stream, Yun Hui looked at the group of cute and gentle sheep soul beasts in front of him, and said with some pity:

"They are so innocent and cute, I..."

Lin Rong had anticipated this situation and had made preparations in advance.

He looked at Yun Hui, a smile appeared on his face, and he said:
"innocent?"

"But I remember you ate mutton hotpot with great relish!"

"Originally, I was planning to make a mutton hotpot right here after you absorbed the spirit ring produced by the sheep. Since you can't bear it, forget it."

After hearing this, Yun Hui, who had a look of reluctance just now, suddenly had bright eyes. She recalled the taste of the mutton hotpot, which was so fresh and tender, so mellow, that she couldn't help but drool.

Suck~a sound.

Yun Hui wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said without hesitation:
"Well, Master, I changed my mind."

"Sheep is delicious... No, I mean sheep is very compatible with my martial spirit."

"Look, they are so gentle and kind. I believe they won't mind dedicating themselves to us."

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but chuckle at Yun Hui's inconsistent look. Even Ye Lingling's cold face hidden under the black veil was infected by her energetic girlish aura, and an imperceptible smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Although Yun Hui is the oldest among the three girls, three months older than Ye Lingling of the same age, she is young and inexperienced and has a naive and lively personality, and behaves like a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.

On the contrary, Ning Rongrong, a real eleven-year-old girl, was calm and quiet along the way because of the aristocratic elite education she received since childhood. She behaved generously and appropriately, like an elderly lady.

There are a total of twenty-seven sheep in the herd by the stream, and their cultivation levels range from a dozen years to several hundred years.

The leading sheep has been cultivating for more than 700 years, which is perfect for being Yun Hui's first soul ring.

"Oscar." Lin Rong had no desire to attack the flock of sheep in front of him, so he turned his head to look at Oscar and whispered:

"Can you take down the leader of the flock?"

"Of course... yes!" Oscar responded with a grin on the side, but he turned serious halfway through his words under Lin Rong's gaze.

"Xiao Ao, are you okay?" Seeing Oscar agreed, Ning Rongrong asked out of concern:
"Although sheep are docile, soul beasts are soul beasts after all, and they are different from livestock."

"Even if they are not aggressive, that is only relative to other soul beasts. Don't be too confident when facing a group of sheep soul beasts alone."

Oscar was very touched by Ning Rongrong's concern and said:

"Rongrong, don't underestimate me."

"I am the man favored by the God of Food. You are just a group of sheep, just the ingredients for a dish on the recipe."

"Just watch me and see how I clean them up with my big rice spoon!"

After saying that, Oscar raised his right hand in a very childish manner. A ray of white light appeared in the palm of his hand, and then condensed into a wooden rice spoon that was as tall as a person.

The cultivation level of a level 30 Quasi-Soul Master, if converted into soul beast years, is about seven or eight hundred, which is comparable to the sheep leader who is more than seven hundred years old.

Although the food-type soul master himself has no combat power, Oscar is not an ordinary food-type soul master, but the inheritor of the God of Food.

With the God of Cookery's artifact, the rice spoon, in his hand, his combat power is no worse than that of a soul master of the same level with ordinary martial spirits. The only thing he lacks is fighting experience.

Ever since Oscar inherited the God of Cookery's legacy, he has been looking for a suitable opportunity to do something big, and the current situation is just what he wants.

Oscar rushed into the direction of the sheep herd, holding a large rice spoon as tall as himself in both hands.

As a sacred artifact of the God of Food, the big rice spoon has a natural suppression on edible creatures. Sheep, a dish that often appears on the table, is no exception.

Therefore, from the moment the big rice spoon appeared, the flock of sheep that were still drawing water to quench their thirst felt a fear rising from the depths of their blood.

Sheep with an age of less than 100 years were unable to move due to this fear, and sheep over 100 years old were breathing heavily and could hardly move.

Only sheep over 500 years old were able to move with difficulty under this fear, and they completely lost their combat effectiveness, including the sheep leader who was over 700 years old.

Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as the demon holding the object that caused them fear walked towards them step by step.

"No way? The artifact is so effective!"

Oscar was disappointed when he saw that the sheep had completely lost their fighting power. He thought he could have a good fight!
However, although he felt a little regretful, he had a new understanding of the power of the artifact.

Right now he is just a quasi-Soul Master. After injecting his soul power into the God of Cookery's Rice Spoon, he will have such power. In the future, when he improves his soul power, even more power will be created.

"Hehe!" Oscar calmed down and looked at the flock of sheep that had lost their ability to move, revealing a sinister smile with ill intentions.

"Although it's a pity that we didn't have the battle process, the result is hard to change. All of you should just obediently become my meal!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

As he talked and laughed, Oscar wielded a large rice spoon with both hands and hit the sheep's head hard with the spoon head, which was as big as a human head.

dong dong dong...

Twenty-seven consecutive dull knocking sounds were heard, and all the twenty-seven sheep were knocked unconscious by Oscar.

"Done!" Oscar struck a pose thinking he looked handsome, then put away the rice spoon and dragged the sheep leader weighing hundreds of pounds back with some difficulty.

A few minutes later, Oscar dragged the sheep leader to Yunhui, panting.

"I'm so tired!"

"If I had a soul guide that could store living things, I wouldn't have had to drag this soul beast back with such difficulty just now!"

Soul guides are rare, and soul guides that can store living things are even rarer. Only a few of them have been passed down from aristocratic families and sects with a very long history.

Although Oscar is the son-in-law of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, he will not take the initiative to ask for this kind of thing, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will not find a soul guide for him that can store living things.

"Little Brother Ao, thank you for your hard work." Yun Hui walked up to him considerately and took out a water bag from the soul guide and handed it to Oscar.

Facing the water bag handed over by Yun Hui, Oscar stole a glance at Ning Rongrong. After looking at her carefully and finding that his wife didn't mind, he took the water bag and drank from it.

Ning Rongrong saw all of Oscar's self-perceived subtle actions, but she just smiled and did not expose her fiancé.

Because she knew that Oscar did this because he cared about his fiancée's feelings. If she showed an expression of concern, she would not accept the water bag handed to her by Yun Hui.

The reason why Ning Rongrong didn't mind was because after this period of contact, she got to know Yun Hui very well and knew that she was just a very naive and simple person without any complicated thoughts.

"You already know how to obtain spirit rings. Hurry up and finish it off. After absorbing its spirit ring, we will rest for a while and then continue to look for your next spirit ring."

Lin Rong stepped forward and handed Yun Hui a dagger that was shining coldly.

"Understood." Yun Hui took the dagger, looked at the cute sheep in coma in front of him, and tried hard to recall the taste of shabu-shabu mutton to strengthen his determination to take action.

Poof!
The sharp dagger pierced into the sheep leader's brain. As the flowing blood dyed the sheep's white fur red, a deep yellow soul ring slowly condensed and took shape above the sheep.

"Is this the spirit ring?" Among the crowd, only Yun Hui saw the process of spirit ring formation for the first time, so he was very curious.

"Seven hundred years of the first spirit ring, I dare not even think about it."

Since Yun Hui surrendered to Lin Rong, he has been cramming a lot of common sense about the world of soul masters under the arrangement of the old housekeeper.

As an indispensable part of the soul master system, soul rings are naturally of paramount importance.

Yun Hui had already learned the differences and distinctions between the ten-year spirit ring, the hundred-year spirit ring, the thousand-year spirit ring, the ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and the legendary hundred-thousand-year spirit ring from professional books.

Although it is recorded in books that the maximum lifespan of a normal soul master's first soul ring is around four hundred years, it is already rare for an ordinary soul master's first soul ring to last for more than a hundred years.

In addition, even for some disciples of aristocratic families with profound cultural background, the average age of their first soul ring is only about three hundred years, and there are very few geniuses who are capable of absorbing the ultimate soul ring.

And now he was able to absorb the first soul ring of seven hundred years. This behavior beyond common sense awakened the inferiority hidden deep in Yun Hui's heart.

Yun Hui was born into a poor family and was an orphan without a father or a mother. Her experiences from childhood to adulthood made her instinctively believe that she was not worthy of such a good thing.

Lin Rong knew about Yun Hui's inferiority complex, but he also knew that this inferiority complex, which had been developed since childhood, could not be changed in a short period of time.

Time is the best medicine. This inferiority complex will gradually disappear with the wind under the healing power of time.

"Concentrate your mind and calm your breath, use the Xuantian Gong to attract the soul ring to absorb the energy within."

Seeing Yun Hui standing there in a daze and not absorbing the soul ring, Lin Rong reminded him at the right time.

Yun Hui instinctively chose to obey Lin Rong's words, which made her forget the inferiority in her heart, release her martial soul, and pull the soul ring onto her martial soul according to the instructions.

Yun Hui's martial soul was in line with the position of the God of Kindness, but her martial soul had not awakened her companion soul power, which resulted in her being just an ordinary person with no soul power before she met the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

The ability to save people gained from the third level of the Xisui Sutra made Lin Rong realize that Yun Hui was very loyal to him. In order to help Yun Hui grow quickly, he invested a lot of resources in her.

This included but was not limited to using the 10,000-year-old ginseng picked from the Yin-Yang Eye to open up its eight extraordinary meridians, and taking out the 47,000-year-old skull soul bone obtained from Tang Hao for it to absorb...

With such a multi-pronged approach, Yun Hui was able to improve his soul power from scratch to at least level 20 in just two or three months.

Yun Hui's current physical fitness is not much worse than that of an ordinary quasi-soul master. In theory, it should be enough to absorb the first soul ring of a thousand years.

However, Lin Rong took into account the difference between a thousand-year soul ring and a hundred-year soul ring, and that it was Yun Hui's first time absorbing a soul ring, so he reduced the age of his first soul ring to seven or eight hundred years.

The soul ring was absorbed smoothly. In less than half an hour, Yun Hui had completely absorbed this soul ring that was more than 700 years old.

The absorption of the soul ring broke Yun Hui's soul power bottleneck. The soul power accumulated in her body emerged and directly reached the level of a quasi-grand soul master at level 20.

While waiting for Yun Hui to absorb the soul ring, the sheep leader she killed, under Lin Rong's instructions, asked Oscar to use the God of Cookery's rice spoon to transform into various kitchen utensils and make a mutton hot pot.

The rich aroma of the hot pot soup base drifted through the woods. Yun Hui, who had just absorbed the soul ring, smelled this familiar smell before he even opened his eyes.

The smell aroused Yun Hui's greed, and she rushed to the seat reserved for her at the dining table without saying a word, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating the mutton hotpot she had been craving for.

"It smells so good, it's worthy of being the God of Cookery's divine tool. The dishes cooked with the big rice spoon actually have a flavor bonus. No wonder Rong Nianbing is the best cook in the God Realm, but the position of God of Cookery belongs to someone else."

Lin Rong sat on a rattan chair, savoring the mutton slices, thinking:
"As the God of Cookery, his divine weapon must have extraordinary functions in cooking. Rong Nianbing's divine weapon is just eight different knives. Although they are extremely powerful, they don't have any special bonus in cooking or dishes."

With this in mind, Lin Rong shifted his gaze from his own bowl to Oscar.

He thought to himself that since the God of Cookery artifact had this effect, he might as well let Oscar take over his position as chef in the Duke's Mansion in the future, which would make the best use of it and avoid wasting the position of the God of Cookery.

Oscar was enjoying his hotpot when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart for some reason. His whole body shivered slightly, giving him a bad feeling.

"Forget it. If I get addicted to the dishes made by the God of Cookery's rice spoon, it would be troublesome if I can't quit."

“Besides, Grandpa Yu’s cooking is not bad either, and the God of Cookery’s Big Rice Spoon can’t make dishes that have the flavor of family love.”

Lin Rong changed his mind and rejected the idea that had just occurred to him.

This instantly dispelled Oscar's ominous premonition, making him wonder if he had just had an illusion.

(End of this chapter)