Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Xuanzi's martial spirit is the Taotie Divine Ox.

Taotie, one of the nine sons of the Dragon God, has a noble bloodline and the talent to devour the world and consume everything.

In Xuanzi's case, this manifests as his ability to cultivate through "eating." In short, the most important thing in life is eating and sleeping, and his mind is filled with nothing but rice.

To satisfy her bottomless stomach at any time, Xuanzi resolutely stepped into the kitchen.

It must be admitted that he is quite talented in cooking. Whenever he follows the recipes honestly, the finished products are always perfect in color, aroma and taste, enough to make professional chefs blush with shame.

However, was Xuanzi someone who was content to follow the rules?

He firmly believes that the soul of true high-end cuisine lies in "creativity," and how can it be bound by mere recipes?

So, filled with enthusiasm, he plunged headlong into the vast ocean of creative cuisine.

If Xuanzi hadn't possessed an astonishing level 98 cultivation, firmly holding the second position at Shrek Academy, his "creativity"—capable of creating death gods and making even Yama cry—would have led to him being sacked and drowned in a lake countless times by the unbearable victims.

There is a bloody lesson circulating in the inner courtyard: In the Sea God Pavilion, there is a food-type titled Douluo named Lin Qin whose martial soul is "apple".

One day, Xuanzi had a sudden whim and borrowed the top-grade soul power apple that he had painstakingly gathered, claiming that he wanted to develop a new dish.

What was served was a plate of apple stewed with strawberries and salted fish dumplings.

Ringo only took one bite before her eyes rolled back, she foamed at the mouth, and collapsed. It is said that she fought with the God of Food for three days and three nights in her dream, accusing someone of defiling the temple of food.

The disciples of the inner court were "endowed" with Xuan Lao's boundless and inescapable "care".

Everyone who has tasted Xuanzi's creative cuisine will gain a passive skill: say goodbye to being a picky eater forever.

Even when they're just eating plain white rice, they can feel the overwhelming gratitude and joy of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Therefore, tasting Master Xuan's culinary skills has become an essential "entrance test" for inner court disciples.

At this moment, in the inner courtyard restaurant.

Bei Bei, He Caitou, Huo Yutong, and the other four sat upright, their expressions solemn as if awaiting final judgment.

When Xuanzi heard that Huo Yutong had returned from hunting souls, and that all seven members of the Seven Devils of this year had finally gathered together, he was overjoyed and immediately offered to cook a meal to celebrate.

Faced with such "ardent" enthusiasm from their elders, what can they do besides forcing a smile that looks worse than crying and saying "okay"?

Beibei and Tangya held hands tightly under the table, drawing each other's meager courage.

He Caitou hugged himself, trying to find a sense of security.

Huo Yutong and Xiao Xiao interlocked their fingers, while Ning Tian and Wu Feng pressed their palms together.

Seven pairs of eyes met, and each read the same message from the depths of the other's pupils: My life is over!

The tearful accusations of "Master Xuan's Cuisine" from his seniors were now playing on a loop in their minds.

From the direction of the kitchen came clanging and banging sounds, sometimes mixed with unidentified "plop" sounds or slight explosions.

In the heightened senses of the seven, that door no longer led to the kitchen, but to Breaking Bad's terrifying workshop, where every wisp of odor, with its indescribable smell, could be a deadly signal.

Finally, heavy footsteps approached from afar.

Xuanzi, his face glowing with health and his smile so benevolent it could melt the millennia-old ice of the far north, walked out solemnly, carrying a huge plate covered with a silver dome, as if offering a sacred object.

The plate was gently placed in the center of the long table with a dull thud, which also struck a chord in the hearts of the seven people.

"Children, I've kept you waiting!" Xuanzi's voice boomed like a bell. "This is my masterpiece, created during my three days of seclusion, especially for your reunion—the Dark Starry Night Lava Chocolate Strawberry Caramel Feast Cake!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his hand and abruptly lifted the lid of the plate!

"boom--!"

There was no actual explosion, but everyone present, including the guests in Huo Yutong's spiritual sea, felt an invisible shockwave, a mixture of visual and imaginative sensations, sweep across the entire restaurant.

That can't even be called a cake.

That was a mountain.

A charred mountain, its entire body blackened as if it had been repeatedly scorched by heavenly thunder and earthly fire three hundred times, exuding an ominous aura.

On the front of this "mountain", two rows of half-melted, twisted and deformed marshmallows are arranged in an extremely eerie way to form a grinning face, white and exuding a chill.

Even more shockingly, Xuanzi, with her "ingenious" approach, poured a large amount of thick, dark red strawberry jam on top.

The sauce wasn't evenly distributed; instead, it flowed like thick blood, meandering along the ravines of the "mountain," deliberately gathering in the gaps and below the cotton candy's "teeth," forming a dripping waterfall of blood, as if a grand feast had just been completed.

That's not enough. Several long strips of white chocolate were randomly inserted or half-buried in various parts of the "mountain," some standing upright, some at an angle, and some with only a little bit of their tip showing, much like the pale skeletons that were randomly buried and protruding from the ground.

The entire design perfectly embodies the phrase "mountains of corpses and seas of blood, devouring those in need."

In an instant, the restaurant became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the sound of people gasping for breath.

Huo Yutong's spiritual sea instantly erupted into chaos:

Electrox: "This...this is beyond description by any undead creation."

Even amidst mountains of corpses and seas of bones, there is a beauty in the order of death.

This thing can only be described as "the blasphemy of chaos."

Tianmeng was so terrified she nearly lost her mind: "My God! What is this thing?! Even my nightmares haven't been this scary! Is this even something a human could come up with?!"

Ice Emperor: "I have frozen countless enemies in the far north. The ice sculptures they transformed into are works of art, enough to chill the hearts of all who behold them."

But this thing before us... its sheer malevolence and spiritual corruption far surpass the deterrent power of any battle.

Crescent Moon: "Roar... Even the bravest warriors in the tribe will tremble with their fangs and tuck their tails when they see this thing."

This is not food; it's a curse on the act of eating!

Xie Lin: "Interesting! It can actually create such a strong, soul-deep mental pollution effect naturally!"

This fluctuation, this convergence of imagery... if guided, could potentially be developed into a wide-ranging psychological attack technique.

Upon hearing this, Electrox and the other three spirits all turned their "gaze" to her, their silence filled with speechlessness.

In the real world, Xuanzi was completely unaware of all of this, or rather, completely indifferent.

He picked up a long, gleaming sword: "Come, come, children, don't be shy, everyone gets a share! I guarantee you'll never forget this!"