Can she handle the kitchen?

Three days later, in the Backyard,

Ye Xingchen sat cross-legged, regulating his breathing with a calm expression. As the spiritual energy within him steadily increased, his understanding of the initial Bitter Sea Shore realm grew ever clearer.

Just as he planned to cultivate a little longer, a noise suddenly came from in front of him, followed by a burnt smell wafting into his face.

"Why put yourself through this? I only mentioned it, but you insisted on trying it yourself. This might be a little difficult for you!"

Opening his eyes slightly, Ye Xingchen looked at the culinary monstrosity in Ning Rongrong's hands and said with a wry smile.

Two days earlier, he had casually said that a woman should be able to handle the kitchen as well as the bed.

Ning Rongrong had taken it as a challenge and refused to believe she could not do it, gathering a pile of pots, bowls, and utensils to start cooking.

Over the next few days, either the kitchen caught fire, the food burned, or all sorts of culinary monstrosities were brought to him.

"Just try it! Look, the color is already pretty good. I feel like it'll taste great. What do you think?"

Her cheeks flushed, Ning Rongrong smiled and offered him the chicken drumsticks she had stir-fried, pleading:

"Do you still want me to be a wife who supports her husband and raises his children, waiting on you every day?"

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen felt somewhat helpless. Looking at the soot-covered little woman before him, he said with a smile:

"Spare me. The last time I ate your food, I threw up for an entire day..."

"Can we take a break? You don't necessarily have to be good in the kitchen, do you?"

Unconvinced, Rongrong gave a soft huff and said, holding the burnt chicken drumsticks:

"I don't care. I've never lost at anything I've done."

"How could a little cooking defeat me? As long as you're willing to eat it, I'll grant you one request!"

A request?

Ye Xingchen sighed, his face full of smiles as he looked at the fiercely determined Ning Rongrong.

He could not help nodding slightly before saying:

"It's a deal. No going back on your word!"

With that, Ye Xingchen endured the burnt smell, picked up a drumstick, and began to eat.

With the first bite, the taste of raw meat immediately filled his mouth, mixed with a faint bloody tang.

He spread his hands, put down the drumstick, and said:

"Unfortunately, this chicken still isn't cooked through..."

Somewhat embarrassed, Ning Rongrong sighed. Looking at the half-cooked drumstick, she did not know what to say.

She shook her head and headed toward the kitchen, completely forgetting about the request.

Following behind her, Ye Xingchen smiled. After entering the kitchen with her and looking around, he consoled her:

"All right, this takes talent too. That saying about diligence making up for a lack of talent is a lie."

"Take your time. As long as I'm still alive, I'll be your taste tester!"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong nodded, looking rather aggrieved.

She wiped the soot from her face and smiled, showing her white teeth:

"Go on, what do you want me to do?"

"It's rare to see you with so much free time. Hehe!"

Ye Xingchen smiled calmly and looked around the kitchen.

Then his gaze settled on Ning Rongrong's apron, and he said with a smile:

"How about I teach you the Cooking Skill?"

Cooking Skill?

Somewhat bewildered, Ning Rongrong paused, then looked at Ye Xingchen and asked:

"Is it some kind of Soul Skill?"

"It sounds pretty interesting. How do you play with it? What does it do?"

Ye Xingchen nodded slightly and gently drew Ning Rongrong into his arms, casually undoing her apron.

He put it on himself and said with a smile:

"Cooking is a field of knowledge. The better you are at it, the more people will like it!"

"Someone like you is still too little. You don't really know how!"

Nestled in Ye Xingchen's arms, Ning Rongrong blushed and looked up at the rascal.

She could not help pressing a little closer as she mumbled:

"Hmph, I'm not little!"

Meanwhile, inside a branch of Spirit Hall.

Two Steward Elders looked at the imposing figure before them, feeling somewhat panicked.

Neither had ever imagined that such an important person would come to their branch!

"You understand the situation, don't you? There are certain matters I cannot conveniently handle myself."

"You will need to make the arrangements for what comes next. Remember, dead or alive!"

Hearing this, the two Steward Elders hurriedly nodded repeatedly.

Only after that terrifying figure vanished did they dare raise their heads.

"What's going on? That lord came here in the dead of night just for this?"

"Enough. Let's go take care of it. It's an order."

The older Steward Elder spoke gravely, glanced around, and hurried away.

Not long after the two left, Ci Xue appeared again, wrapped in a black robe.

Watching their retreating backs, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes!

The Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

How very interesting!

When he learned who had killed his son, Ci Xue had immediately wanted to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and demand an explanation.

But just before he set off, that being quietly arrived.

After a torrent of scolding rained down on him, he abandoned the idea of taking action himself!

"Just you wait. When Spirit Hall's army comes for you, I'll finish you off myself!"

"My son... rest in peace..."

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,

Ning Fengzhi looked at the route map in his hands, his brows creasing slightly.

He turned to glance at Elder Chen Xin and asked with a smile:

"You mean we should split our forces to send them to Shrek Academy?"

Chen Xin nodded calmly. Looking at the Sect Master, he said with a smile:

"That's right. Their identities have already been made public. Presumably, many people know by now."

"For safety's sake, let Gu Rong escort them part of the way, then have them head to the academy on their own!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly. After a brief hesitation, he said:

"I think that will work. They're still too young and need more tempering!"

Tempering?

Standing to one side with his arms folded, Gu Rong sighed and spread his hands:

"With that freakish strength of his, even if we dumped him by the roadside, no one could lay a hand on him, could they?"

"He's completely playing the pig to eat the tiger. Anyone who provokes him will be in for bad luck. Ah!"

Hearing Gu Rong's words, Chen Xin could not help laughing.

He stepped forward and teased:

"Don't be so gloomy. Having a genius like him in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is our good fortune!"

"Who knows what heights he'll have reached by the time his Soul Power reaches Soul Elder!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled in deep agreement and said with his hands behind his back:

"Exactly. Our rise or fall hinges on this one move. I have no path of retreat!"

Just as his words fell, footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterward, Ning Rongrong and Ye Xingchen, who was carrying a bundle, walked in.

"Grandpa Chen Xin, Grandpa Gu Rong, you're both here!"

"This really leaves me overwhelmed by the honor. Surely there's no need?"

Looking at his increasingly impish daughter, Ning Fengzhi said with a smile:

"For safety's sake, this isn't too grand a send-off."

"Here are a million gold coins. Take them as pocket money."

"Once you're at the academy, you must respect your teachers and listen to the Young Master!"

A million gold coins as pocket money?

Standing to one side, Ye Xingchen sighed softly, thinking that they truly had wealth enough to swagger!