Turning the Tables

After buying Bone-Chopping Tea Knife and soy sauce, Song Shuhang rushed home as fast as he could!

"I was actually tricked by that Onion Spirit." The scallion in his hand was just an ordinary scallion. But it was filled with the aura of a 'Onion Demon,' which had fooled him for a time.

Just now, when he was buying soy sauce, he accidentally used too much force when he took the soy sauce from the Onion Spirit with his right hand, which was holding the scallion, and the Onion Spirit broke in two...

It's broken in two!

Song Shuhang immediately realized that the 'Onion Spirit' in his hand was fake. The real Onion Spirit... was still at his home, or it might have already disappeared!

"Damn it, I was too careless." Song Shuhang had always been extremely cautious and careful when dealing with matters related to 'cultivation'.

I never expected to be so careless when dealing with this Onion Spirit.

After running home quickly, Song Shuhang immediately looked around to see what was happening inside.

He then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The house was peaceful. In the living room, Zhao Yaya and her two friends were whispering to each other; in the study, Dad Song and his son, Old Lü, were talking about something. Mom Song was still busy in the kitchen... It seemed that the Onion Spirit hadn't had a chance to cause trouble.

"So, did the Onion Spirit just escape?" Song Shuhang secretly activated the True Self Meditation Scripture, and then used the mental power trick 'Spirit Detective Method'.

Now that Song Shuhang had opened Third Aperture, his mental power was much stronger than before. When he unleashed his full mental power, it was enough to cover his entire house.

When the 'Spirit Detective Method' was put into action, Zhao Yaya and her two daughters, Dad Song, and Old Lü and his son, who were having a conversation, Time Freeze moment, feeling as if someone was spying on them, and felt a little uneasy.

Meanwhile, everything in the house, even the ants crawling in the dark corners, was imprinted in Song Shuhang's mind. Of course... the images Song Shuhang could sense were still very rough. Although he could sense the ants, they appeared as tiny mosaics to him.

Larger humanoid objects can now be visualized in his mind almost like video footage.

After searching for a long time... Song Shuhang still couldn't find that 'Onion Spirit'.

This is troublesome. If the Onion Demon really escapes, and spreads the news that he possesses the 'Enlightenment Stone,' he'll be in big trouble.

Wait a minute!

What is Mom holding in her hand?

That three-foot-three-inch thing, isn't that my Overlord Shatter Saber? How did it end up in Mom's hands?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I saw my mother come out of the kitchen carrying the Overlord Shatter Saber.

"Hey, A-Hang, you're back. Why are you standing there like an idiot at the door? Quickly give me the cleaver and soy sauce, I need them urgently." Mom Song said to Song Shuhang, brandishing the Overlord Shatter Saber.

"Hey, Mom, what are you doing carrying that decorative knife?" Song Shuhang swallowed hard and asked.

"Haha, your decorative knife is great, it works really well, even sharper than I imagined. If I didn't want to get it dirty, I would have used it to cut pork ribs," Mom Song said with a smile.

Then she added, "Just now, I saw a scallion on the cabinet by the door. Maybe I accidentally left it there when I came back from grocery shopping this morning, so I took it back to the kitchen to chop it up, intending to make a stir-fried lamb with scallions. But strangely—I just couldn't chop the scallion off the counter."

As Mom Song spoke, she frowned and said, "It's strange, I've never encountered such scallions before, I can't even cut them with a knife. Thinking back on it, something just doesn't feel right."

Oh no, Onion Lady was taken back to the kitchen by Mom Song.

"Hahaha, Mom, those scallions are indeed very special. They were a gift from a friend of mine, supposedly a new variety of scallion sprouts. I was planning to take them home and plant them, hahaha." Song Shuhang immediately started spouting nonsense with a straight face—no, he'd been lying more and more lately to cover up some things in the 'Cultivation World'.

"Oh, so it's the new variety you brought back. No wonder." Mom Song didn't think much of it and accepted her son's explanation.

Song Shuhang secretly breathed a sigh of relief—wait a minute, Mom's holding that Overlord Shatter Saber... Holy Onion Spirit, is something wrong?

He swallowed hard. "Mom, is that scallion seedling still there?"

"Oh, I chopped it off. I couldn't cut it with a kitchen knife no matter what I tried, so I remembered your 'decorative knife.' Then I took this knife and tried to cut it, and it went so smoothly. A few cuts and it was sliced into scallion pieces. Your knife is really useful," Mom Song said with a smile.

Song Shuhang was dumbfounded. "Then, where are the scallion slices?"

"You've made stir-fried lamb with scallions! Speaking of which, your new variety of scallion sprouts are really interesting. They're so tough that even a knife can't cut them, but after you cut them off, you just fry them in oil and stir-fry them lightly, and they cook very quickly. They smell especially delicious too. Go and try them in a bit. That plate of stir-fried lamb with scallions is truly my masterpiece!" Mom Song said proudly.

Stir-fried lamb with scallions... Stir-fried lamb with scallions... Stir-fried lamb with scallions...

That Onion Spirit, is it dead?

Furthermore, why didn't the Onion Spirit resist? Faced with a life-or-death crisis, why did she allow Mom Song to slice her into pieces?

"What about the scallion root, Mom? Is the scallion root still there?" Song Shuhang clung to his last hope—would the Onion Spirit die if the top part was cut off? After all, it was a plant-type fairy; perhaps leaving the root would give it a sliver of hope to survive?

"It's lying by the kitchen. What do you need the roots for? Oh... I forgot you wanted to take these scallion sprouts back to cultivate." Mom Song pointed to the kitchen. "Go look for them yourself. Several scallion roots are mixed together by the cutting board. I'll go hang this knife back up for you first."

Song Shuhang ran quickly to the kitchen and soon discovered the 'scallion root' of the Onion Spirit.

It exudes a strong aroma of Onion Spirit extract.

"Hey, still alive?" Song Shuhang asked softly.

However, the Onion Spirit did not answer; its scallion root merely trembled slightly.

Looks like he's not dead yet...

Song Shuhang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the scallion roots and put them away. Then, his gaze fell on the plate of 'stir-fried mutton with scallions' that Mom Song was proud of.

Three hundred years old Onion Spirit stir-fried mutton—is this a highly nutritious dish, or will it kill you?

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and quickly logged into the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group'.

The pressure from the mountain of books is immense. "Seniors, my mom chopped up my 300-year-old Onion Spirit and stir-fried it with mutton... Only a section of the root is left of the Onion Spirit. Can it be revived? Also, will eating 300-year-old Onion Spirit stir-fried with mutton kill someone? I'm waiting for an answer online, it's urgent!"

This dish is Mom's pride and joy. She'll definitely serve it to the family soon, but what if it kills someone? If it does, then she'll have to find a way to get rid of it.

Soon, someone replied.

It was Senior Northern River's Loose Cultivator, who was always the first to reply whenever he was online, "[0_0] Three-hundred-year-old Onion Spirit? That's not common. Let me answer your first question: As long as the roots of the Onion Spirit aren't too badly damaged, there's still hope for it to survive. Bury it in the soil and water it with Spirit Spring water every day, and it will recover. As for the second question, I've never tasted three-hundred-year-old Onion Spirit stir-fried with mutton, so I don't know how to answer it."

At this moment, the Drunk Moon Hermit replied, "Second question: Suppose your mother is a 'culinary fairy,' that is, a cultivator like Fairy Bie Xue, then eating mutton Onion Spirit essence would be a highly nourishing food, and even ordinary people could prolong their lives by eating it!"

Overwhelmed by the pressure of reading. "... Senior, please don't joke around. My mother is just an ordinary person."

Drunk Moon Hermit: "Hmm, in that case, ordinary people absolutely cannot eat it! A three-hundred-year-old Onion Spirit contains a large amount of demonic energy; if an ordinary person eats it, they will be bewitched by the demonic energy."

The pressure of studying is immense. "What happens after one becomes confused?"

Drunk Moon Hermit: "After being bewitched... you'll die a very spectacular death! All sorts of ways to die, but you'd better not try them out of curiosity."

Song Shuhang: "..."

Only a fool would try something like that out of curiosity!

The Drunk Moon Hermit added, "Furthermore, I suspect that cultivators should be careful when eating this 'Three-Hundred-Year-Old Onion Spirit Stir-fried Mutton,' as it could cause serious trouble if they are affected by the demonic energy within."

Song Shuhang sighed—even if you offer it to him, he won't want to eat it. Just thinking about how this Onion Spirit can transform into a delicate girl makes it impossible for him to bring himself to eat it.

He's not a pervert, and he certainly doesn't have a cannibalistic streak.

--I decided to throw away this plate of stir-fried lamb with scallions, even though I felt bad for my mom's cooking skills!

At this moment, Mad Saber Three Waves popped his head out. "Young friend Shuhang, would you sell your three-hundred-year-old Onion Demon root? I'm currently collecting materials for Fairy Bie Xue's 'Immortal Chef Banquet,' and perhaps your three-hundred-year-old Onion Spirit can come in handy."

"..." Song Shuhang was silent for a moment before replying, "Senior, isn't that a bit inappropriate? It's not easy for Onion Spirit to cultivate for three hundred years, and she finally managed to transform into human form and gain sentience. I just can't bear to send her to the Immortal Chef Banquet to be cooked and eaten. She is, after all, a life."

When Song Shuhang posted this, the group fell silent for a long while.

"Pfft! Wait a minute!" Mad Saber Three Waves sent a blood-spitting emoji. "You just said that your Onion Spirit has developed sentience? And can even take human form?"

"Three-Hundred-Year Onion Demon transformed into human form?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator followed up with a question.

"Now that she has already transformed into human form, how could you possibly capture her with your strength? And how could you possibly turn her into stir-fried mutton with scallions?" Drunk Moon Hermit followed up with another question.

"Impossible! Could it be that you were bewitched by the demonic aura naturally emitted by the Onion Spirit? Plant spirits can only accumulate some demonic aura at most in three hundred years; they wouldn't even have developed any intelligence yet, would they?" the Snow Wolf Cave Master exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing the flood of reactions from the seniors in the group chat, Song Shuhang asked in confusion, "Is there anything strange about the Onion Demon transforming into human form?"

At this moment, True Lord Yellow Mountain spoke up, "Shuhang, let me give you some basic knowledge. Let me give you an example. Doudou is right next to you, right? Its current cultivation level, converted to human cultivators, is at the Peak Fourth-Grade. It's just one step away from condensing a 'Demon Core' to complete the 'Transformation' stage. Demon Core is equivalent to a human cultivator's Golden Core. As long as it's a spirit or monster, it can forget about transforming into human form without Demon Core! It's this difficult even for animals, let alone plant-type spirits that didn't even have intelligence at the beginning?"

"There's something strange about the Onion Spirit in your hand," the Medicine Master replied slowly.

Mad Saber Three Waves guessed, "Let's revive her and observe if there's anything special about her. Perhaps... she has a treasure!"

Northern River's Loose Cultivator chimed in, "Or perhaps, this Onion Demon possesses Ancient Bloodline?"

The senior members in the group were discussing it animatedly, so Song Shuhang put his phone away first.

He picked up the stir-fried mutton with scallions, thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and walked to the kitchen trash can to throw it away.

At this point, all that could be done was to waste Mom Song's culinary Onion Spirit and the 300-year-old 'scallion sprouts'.

Just as Song Shuhang opened the trash can to throw away the mutton, he suddenly heard his Mom Song's footsteps outside— his Mom Song was hurrying towards the kitchen.

Song Shuhang abruptly stopped his actions of stir-frying scallions and lamb!

Because his kitchen door is made of two transparent floor-to-ceiling glass doors, if he were to dump the mutton into the trash can, Mom Song could see it from afar!

If she can't come up with a good excuse, Mom Song will definitely lose her temper.

What to do?

Song Shuhang's mind raced.

Just then, Mom Song pushed open the glass door. "Shuhang, have you found the scallion root?"

With a determined effort, Song Shuhang shoveled the entire plate of stir-fried mutton with scallions into his mouth.

Just as Mom Song finished asking her question... Song Shuhang had already swallowed the entire plate of stir-fried mutton with scallions.

Mom Song; "..."

"Mom, this plate is delicious. I accidentally finished it all! Hahaha, it's so good, I won't leave any for Dad and the others." Song Shuhang gave a thumbs up.

Mom Song was both amused and exasperated, and flicked Song Shuhang's forehead hard with her finger.

"Hehe." Song Shuhang chuckled foolishly, taking the opportunity to escape from the kitchen and quickly ran to his room. He wanted to vomit it all up before it was fully digested...

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After running back to his room, Song Shuhang closed the door and tried to induce vomiting to get rid of the 'stir-fried mutton with scallions' as quickly as possible.

However, when he tried to induce vomiting, he was completely dumbfounded.

I can't vomit, I simply can't vomit.

His body seemed to have no concept of 'vomiting' at all; no matter how much he struggled, he didn't react at all.

At the same time, he felt his stomach begin to feel hot and full.

It felt like drinking hot soup in the dead of winter; the heat spread from his stomach to his lower abdomen. Recalling the description of "300-year-old Onion Spirit stir-fried mutton" by a senior member in the group, Song Shuhang felt he might be in trouble.

Have I recently turned to the wrong page in my life's script?

Song Shuhang a deep breath and returned to the bedside.

On the bed, Senior White remained motionless, still in seclusion. If only Senior White were still awake; a mere flick of his finger could resolve his current crisis.

But now, I can only rely on myself.

Song Shuhang sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and began to practice the True Self Meditation Method, hoping to digest the strange energy emanating from his stomach.

"Hahaha, you think you can spit this out after eating me? No way!" At this moment, the Onion Spirit in Song Shuhang's pocket let out a triumphant laugh.

Being dragged to chop vegetables by Mom Song was an accident... But later, when Mom Song grabbed the Overlord Shatter Saber to chop her, a brilliant idea flashed into her mind.