He Even Stole My Clan's Bloodline?

The illusions continued to assault his mind like a tidal wave, yet Chu He's eyes remained clear.

The world in his eyes was no longer a bloody abattoir.

The wriggling flesh of the "Nightmare Giant Python" was completely deconstructed before him.

The material energy composing its flesh and blood appeared as a pure, ash-white color.

And intertwined within those ash-white fibers were strands radiating a faint, violet light.

That, was the origin of fear.

A spiritual poison potent enough to make S-Class Anomalies retreat in fear.

But now, in Chu He's eyes, this potent poison displayed an almost perfect sense of order, akin to the clear, distinct, and pleasing marbling on a top-grade Wagyu beef.

A blasphemous thought surfaced in his mind.

Why must fear always be negative?

To Anomalies, perhaps it was the world's finest seasoning!

Xia Yan blinked.

What was this kid researching?

"Give me the knife."

Chu He suddenly spoke, his voice as calm as a still lake, his gaze falling upon the massive, door-sized bone knife in Xia Yan's hand.

Xia Yan froze, he even suspected his ears had been affected by the fear energy, causing him to hallucinate.

"What did you say?"

"I said, let me use your knife."

"How else am I supposed to cook?"

Chu He repeated impatiently, as if speaking to a slow-witted kitchen apprentice.

Xia Yan's eye twitched violently.

He glanced at the bone knife, soaked in the resentment and unwillingness of countless powerful beings, then at Chu He's somewhat slender frame, a cruel mockery appearing on his face.

"Can you even lift it?"

He handed over the hilt of the bone knife, deliberately adopting a senior's tone as he reminded, "Use both hands, kid. Don't overexert yourself, you might pull your back. Yao Yao would worry."

This bone knife was personally crafted by him from the leg bone of a Primordial Giant Beast. It weighed over a hundred kilograms, and ordinary Anomalies would have their minds shattered by the residual malevolent energy if they merely touched it.

However, Chu He merely extended one hand.

In Chu He's opinion, wasn't it just a bit bigger than a normal knife? Why all the exaggeration!

He casually gripped the hilt and lifted it with ease.

Just as he thought, it was only slightly larger than a regular kitchen knife at home.

Xia Yan's pupils, contracted to pinpricks, were once again shocked by Chu He.

"It's alright, not too heavy."

Chu He weighed it, uttering a comment that could have caused Xia Yan's heart to stop.

Xia Yan froze completely on the spot.

His mind buzzed, and an unbelievable thought, one that sent shivers of terror down his spine, surged wildly.

This kid... by kissing Yao Yao, he didn't just copy the core ability of my clan's Eye of Nirvana!

He even "stole" our clan's bloodline power!

No wonder!

No wonder he could eat that "lion's head" made from a Demon Lion's head without batting an eye, and perfectly absorb its violent energy to his own use!

This is utterly...

Defying the heavens!

Chu He had no time to concern himself with his uncle's near-collapsed state. Gripping the bone knife, his entire aura shifted.

He deliberately reduced the resistance of the Eye of Nirvana against the all-pervasive fear illusions, letting the torrential, mountain-collapsing images assault his mind.

Deboning, slicing, separating.

His movements were swift as a phantom, yet incredibly precise.

Even he was somewhat amazed at how well his body and hands worked!

He only thought, that Demon Lion meat really is good stuff!

I wonder if the others' physiques have improved!

The bone knife, which felt immensely heavy and capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks in Xia Yan's hands, became light and graceful in his, like the most exquisite willow-leaf blade.

He didn't even touch the snake meat with the body of the knife.

He merely used the sharp gust of wind generated by the blade to strip the purple "fear threads" from the ash-white flesh fibers, one by one, completely intact.

The entire process was smooth and flowing, filled with the ultimate aesthetic beauty of combining violence and skill.

In the kitchen, the two S-Class Multi-armed Monsters had, at some point, stopped all their work.

Dozens of their arms were frozen in mid-air, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared blankly at Chu He, as if they had seen a god walking among mortals.

In less than half an hour, Chu He stopped his movements.

On the processing table in front of him, two things were clearly separated.

On one side were the perfectly extracted purple threads, neatly stacked on a silver plate, still exuding a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate, like a handful of purple stardust.

On the other side was the perfectly processed, pure snake meat, free of any impurities. Its color was tender pink, its muscle fibers distinct, radiating a sacred glow.

Chu He casually placed the bone knife back into the nearby knife rack. Using the stoves in the kitchen, which burned with a faint blue flame, he quickly processed the pile of pure snake meat with a peculiar flame, rapidly turning it into golden, crispy pork floss.

An indescribably rich aroma of meat instantly overpowered all the blood and rot in the kitchen.

He carefully plated the pork floss, piling it into an exquisite small mountain. Finally, he picked up the plate of "Fear Threads" and, as if treating it like the finest caviar, cautiously dotted a few strands next to the pork floss.

After completing all this, he carried the plate and walked to Xia Yan, who had long since turned to stone.

"Uncle, please taste."

He smiled and handed the plate over.

Xia Yan looked down at the finished product on the plate, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He didn't eat immediately but asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the meaning of these threads on the side...?"

"The best ingredients should be presented with their complete flavor."

Chu He replied neither subserviently nor arrogantly, his eyes holding a trace of pity, as if guiding an uninspired junior.

"This fear is the soul of the Nightmare Giant Python, its essence. It would be a pity to discard it. But everyone's taste is different, and their tolerance for 'stimulation' varies greatly."

"Therefore, the intensity of the seasoning should be decided by the diner themselves."

"I think Yao Yao will like it too."

Xia Yan fell silent.

He looked deeply at Chu He, his gaze extremely complex.

This kid... it wasn't just his courage and culinary skills.

This thoughtfulness, this understanding of ingredients, of diners, and even of the act of "eating" itself, had surpassed most so-called master chefs.

He extended his thick fingers, trembling slightly from shock, and picked up a small pinch of the pure pork floss without the purple threads, placing it in his mouth.

The pork floss melted in his mouth, and an ultimate savory fragrance exploded on his taste buds, turning into a warm current that flowed through his limbs and bones.

Xia Yan's chewing motion suddenly paused.

Brilliant, dazzling light erupted in his huge pupils.

He picked up another pinch, carefully dipped it in a purple Fear Thread, and put it in his mouth again.

The next second, an icy, bone-chilling sense of fear shot straight to the crown of his head, but what followed was a hundred times stronger, infinitely amplified aroma of meat!

Fear sharpened the body's senses, including the taste buds, of course!

Xia Yan looked at Chu He, silent for a long time, so long that the air almost froze.

Finally, he squeezed out a few words from his throat, his voice filled with endless fatigue and defeat.

"Culinary skill, courage, state of mind... you've passed all of them."

He pushed the plate back to Chu He.

"Take it to Yao Yao."

"She will like it."