Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 20: Strange Food Spirit Master

"Young Master Tang San, the fruit is very fresh today. Please take some home to eat."

"Young Master Tang San, a batch of fine fabrics has just arrived in our shop. Please allow me to tailor one for you."

It was fine before everyone knew he was Tang Hao's son. Everyone just thought he was an ordinary disciple of the Haotian Sect. I don't know who spread the news, but now everyone knows that he is the only son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao. The level of madness is despairing.

A girl who deliberately falls down in front of him and pretends to meet him by chance, and acts so arrogant and disdainful that even men are willing to stick their butts out.

There were even several times when he was surrounded and unable to move, and someone was needed to maintain order, especially recently.

In the world of Douluo Continent, soul masters are relatively precocious. After all, they awaken their martial souls at the age of six, and can use their martial souls to make money and work. Some of the more powerful soul masters, such as the one-ring soul master, even dare to hunt soul beasts in the wild.

So in Douluo Continent, Tang Sanshi is mature enough at this age to do mature things. Many people want to take advantage of him, or even take him down so that they can rise to the top in one step.

Tang San sighed in his heart. It was not that he was against matters between men and women, but it was impossible for him to be so casual. Immediately, the soul power in his body was activated, and his feet moved like a ghost.

After his soul power increased, Tang San's ghost tracking became more agile, and he passed through the crowd like a loach.

Just as Tang San was passing through the crowd, a familiar figure waved and said, "Cousin, cousin Tang San, this way."

Seeing the familiar figure, Tang San smiled, and in a flash he disappeared into an exquisite pavilion. The moment he entered, the aroma of food filled his nose, making Tang San's stomach growl as he had been studying in the Black Tower for a few days and could only eat coarse grains and boiled water.

Seeing the slightly overweight man with glasses beside him, Tang San smiled and said, "Brother Tang Niu, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm here to shamelessly eat for free again."

Tang Niu, an ordinary disciple of the Haotian Sect, is eleven years older than Tang Sanda. Although his last name is Tang, he did not awaken the Haotian Hammer but awakened the food-type martial spirit rice. He is a food-type soul master and his current cultivation level is only twenty-fourth level. In the Haotian Sect, being only at the twenty-fourth level at this age can be said to be very slow.

Tang Niu is not only a food expert, he is also a chef.

Tang Niu smiled innocently and said, "If it weren't for your help, cousin Tang San, the Rice Fragrance Pavilion might have been demolished long ago."

In Douluo Continent, the status of a food-type soul master is equivalent to that of a healer. They only need to produce food martial spirits and feed them to the soul masters to recover. In this world, there is no need for food-type soul masters to cook.

For example, Tang Niu's rice martial soul. His first soul skill is to heal rice, and his second soul skill is to restore rice. He only needs to use soul power to produce rice. It does not need to be cooked or even chewed. It can be swallowed raw.

For a food-type soul master to spend time studying cooking is simply wasting time in cultivation, neglecting the main point for the sake of trivial matters. It is also for this reason that Tang Niu's cultivation level is upgraded very slowly.

The soul power of food-type soul masters has always increased slowly, and now it is even slower.

But for Tang San, the young master of the Haotian Sect, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Tang Niu improving his cooking skills. After all, even if the food's spirit didn't become stronger after cooking, people would be satisfied if it tasted better.

The moment Tang San stepped into the private room, his nostrils were swept by a triple wave of aromas. On the table was a plate of chicken wings from a ten-year-old tea-scented chicken, sizzling on the rock slab, releasing a fragrant aroma mixed with the crisp, clean scent of the marinade. The sweet, fresh scent of deep-sea cod from the Heavenly Dou Sea swirled in the steamer, the fat beneath the skin turning into liquid pearls in the finish. In front of the stove, Tang Niu's glasses were fogged up by steam, and the phantom of rice ears formed from his soul power swayed gently in his hand. Tang Niu murmured softly, "When the golden ears of rice bow their heads, all grains pay homage to Heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Niu's first soul ring emitted a golden light, and grains of rice emerged from his rice martial soul. Then, Tang Niu skillfully put them into chicken wings to make a dish of chicken wings wrapped in rice.

"Where the ears of grain break at dawn, the granary will be restored after a thousand turns." As the second spell was chanted, silvery-white glutinous rice emerged from the martial soul and was stuffed into the fish's belly, absorbing all the fish soup.

Tang San couldn't help but gulp as he watched this exquisite cooking performance. It wasn't often that one could have a chef perform in front of them.

Seeing Tang San's drooling expression, Tang Niu also became proud and said, "Don't worry, cousin, there's more."

Tang Niu lifted the giant ceramic jar from the stove, revealing a rainbow-hued mushroom broth filled with seven-treasure shimmer. Rice grains transformed into a miniature forest of stars, mushrooms into mountains, fish roe into a lake, and dew condensation into a waterfall.

Tang Niu wiped his soul knife and explained, "Although my rice martial soul is weak, each grain of rice carries the energy of the earth vein. The first soul skill can heal injuries, and the second soul skill can restore soul power."

Although Tang San was not injured and his spirit power was not consumed much, he felt his spirit power trembling when he saw the fragrant food. He picked up the chicken wing wrapped in rice and took a bite. The perfect combination of oil and rice instantly satisfied his appetite.

The crispy skin exploded on the tip of his tongue, the bitterness of the juices and the oil weaving across his taste buds. The moment Tang San bit into it, his hearing was conquered before his taste, with the crisp sound of breaking fibers. The moment the fish entered his mouth, Tang San's tongue felt as if it were touching volcanic lava and glacial cracks at the same time.

The food-type martial spirit transformed into streams of heat and entered the body.

Tang San took a sip of the hot soup and sighed, saying, "Other people actually think you're taking a crooked path. They're blind."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel a sense of peace in my body and mind. I haven't felt this peaceful since returning from Sunset Forest."

This feeling of physical satisfaction made him feel ecstatic, and he thought it would be a shame if he couldn't eat it later.

Seeing that his cooking was appreciated, Tang Niu was also happy and asked, "Cousin Tang San, you should have reached level 20 and should go to the fighting arena to register. How about I help you run the trip and you can eat here before going?"

Tang San nodded and handed the registration form that he had filled out earlier to Tang Niu. He didn't hesitate and started to eat heartily.

The soul masters participating in the soul fighting arena were all arranged to rest in a spacious room and wait for the competition. However, as a disciple of the Haotian Sect and the person with real power in the soul fighting arena, he naturally did not need to wait in the rest area like the others.

"Young Master, do you need to wear a mask?" Feng Yang, the manager of the Fighting Spirit Arena, walked up to Tang San, who had just finished his meal and was waiting for arrangements, holding several exquisite masks in his hands.

Feng Yang flattered him and said, "Young Master, you are extremely powerful. I suggest that you wear a mask to hide your strength and not scare others."

I have to say that Feng Yang is really good at flattering. He understands children's psychology very well. They like to wear masks and pretend to be pigs to eat tigers!

(End of this chapter)