You're Not Good Enough—Practice More!

"All attributes increased by fifty percent, attack power increased by one hundred percent."

Lin Ming reported the information he had sensed from the Spirit Ring, failing to notice that Lin Feng's expression had already become extremely strange.

He looked at Lin Ming as though he were looking at a monster.

He stepped forward and sized Lin Ming up and down. "Say, grandson, are you really human?"

Lin Ming rolled his eyes. "Nonsense. Don't you know whether I'm human or not?"

Lin Feng scratched his head sheepishly. "I was just too shocked. Grandson, with that amplification ratio, even some Thousand-Year amplification soul skills can't compare. And it boosts all attributes too—this is way too absurd!"

A fifty percent increase to all attributes might not seem like much, but later on, in battles between powerful experts, such a ratio could practically determine the outcome.

"Come on, grandson. Grandpa will take you back!"

Lin Feng could hardly wait to bring Lin Ming back and show him off to those old fellows.

It was understandable. No matter who it was, if they had such an outstanding grandson, they would want to show him off.

Lin Ming put away his Martial Soul. Using his first soul skill just now had consumed roughly thirty percent of his Soul Power, which was not much.

After all, he only had Level Thirteen Soul Power right now. Once he had more Soul Power in the future, the consumption would only become smaller, while the amplification ratio would not decrease.

After returning to Shrek Academy, Lin Feng impatiently went off to show off to his old friends.

Lin Ming, meanwhile, picked up his fishing rod again and headed to the shore of Sea God Lake.

"Lin Ming!"

Beibei's voice rang out from behind him.

Lin Ming turned around and saw Beibei's excited face.

Now that Beibei had Lin Ming as a good friend, he was no longer as gloomy as he had been in the original story. He would only feel a little sad when he occasionally thought of his parents, but overall, he was doing better than before.

"Lin Ming, I got my first Spirit Ring!"

Beibei said excitedly.

Then, he released his Martial Soul.

The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon coiled behind him, while a bright yellow Spirit Ring rose beneath his feet.

"My first Spirit Ring is over four hundred years old! My Soul Power directly reached the peak of Level Eleven—I'm just a little short of Level Twelve!"

Beibei said proudly, glancing at Lin Ming as if to say, What about you?

Lin Ming had no intention of indulging such a punchable attitude.

"I got my first Spirit Ring too."

Lin Ming released his Martial Soul.

He held the Sky-Propping Spear in his hand, followed by a dark yellow Spirit Ring.

The Spirit Ring's color was clearly much deeper than Beibei's. At a glance, it was obvious that its age was considerably higher.

"My first Spirit Ring came from an eight-hundred-year Giant Claw Dragon. As for my current Soul Power..."

Lin Ming paused, then looked at Beibei with a mischievous grin. "My Soul Power is Level Thirteen now, you stinky Beibei."

Upon hearing "Level Thirteen," Beibei felt as though the sky had collapsed.

That familiar gloomy expression returned to his face.

"Level Thirteen? How is that possible?"

Lin Ming found his appearance incredibly amusing and did not forget to rub salt in the wound. "My first Spirit Ring is eight hundred years old too. Eight hundred years! Little brother, honestly, if you're bad, practice more, okay?"

"No!!!"

Unable to accept it, Beibei shouted and ran off.

Lin Ming finally regained some peace and returned to fishing by Sea God Lake.

"You little brat, what are you doing here?"

Along with the scent of alcohol, Xuan Zi appeared beside Lin Ming.

"Old man, you came at the right time. Hurry up and set up an iron rack for me, then light some charcoal underneath. I need it."

Lin Ming had been a shut-in in his previous life and enjoyed researching all kinds of food on his own. Now that he was on Douluo Continent, that hobby had finally become useful.

"I'm a Super Douluo, yet you're ordering me around like this?"

Xuan Zi protested with some dissatisfaction.

"Do you still want to eat? When have I ever asked you for help without making you something delicious afterward?"

Lin Ming said helplessly.

Xuan Zi chuckled and said nothing more, doing as Lin Ming instructed.

Though Xuan Zi might not be particularly reliable as a guardian, with his Godly Taotie Bull Martial Soul, he was more than qualified as a dining companion.

The two foodies thus became friends despite their difference in age.

Very soon, Xuan Zi had set up an iron rack and placed some charcoal beneath it, waiting.

"When are you starting, kid?"

Seeing that Lin Ming was still fishing, Xuan Zi urged him on.

"What's the rush? Haven't you ever seen someone come back empty-handed from fishing?"

Failing to catch even one fish had made Lin Ming rather irritated as well.

"Isn't catching a few fish easy? Watch me!"

With a sweep of his hand, Xuan Zi sent a massive dark-yellow hand formed from Soul Power into Sea God Lake, then grabbed several plump fish.

"I almost forgot that I had you, old man. Looks like your cultivation isn't completely useless after all."

"Of course. Hurry and cook. I want to see what new trick you've come up with today."

Lin Ming picked up the plump fish from the ground, took out the small knife he carried with him, and swiftly began cleaning them.

His movements were as skillful as a master butcher carving an ox. In no time at all, he had finished preparing several fish.

After coating them with cooking wine and sprinkling on Lin Ming's special seasoning, he placed them on the iron rack to roast over the charcoal.

Within minutes, a rich fragrance drifted through the air.

Fish that could live in Sea God Lake were naturally of better quality than those sold outside. Their flesh was more tender and superior in every way.

"Here, old man. Give it a try."

Lin Ming picked up a grilled fish that was crisp on the outside and tender within, then handed it to Xuan Zi.

Xuan Zi took the grilled fish and eagerly tasted it.

"Mm! I have to say, kid, you really are a genius! What a waste it would be if you didn't become a chef!"

Xuan Zi praised him while eating.

"Forget being a chef. I'm a man who's going to become a god!"

Lin Ming picked up a fish for himself as well.

"Lin Ming, Elder Xuan, what are you eating? It smells so good!"

Beibei, who had just stormed off angrily, had now followed the scent back.

Sure enough, no matter where one was, no one could escape the laws of delicious food.

"Have one!"

Lin Ming handed over a freshly grilled fish.

Children got over their anger quickly to begin with, and now there was delicious food to eat. Beibei immediately accepted it happily.

"Mm! Lin Ming, your cooking is really amazing! You have to open a grilled fish shop someday. I'll come every day!"

Beibei's reaction was much the same as Xuan Zi's. Both of them wanted Lin Ming to become a chef.

After finishing the grilled fish, Xuan Zi wiped his mouth with lingering satisfaction and prepared to slip away to find somewhere to sleep.

"Old man, wait a moment!"

Lin Ming called out to Xuan Zi.

"What is it? Hurry up and say it. I still need to sleep."

Though somewhat impatient, Xuan Zi stopped walking.

"Next time you come, bring a Thousand-Year Soul Beast's leg. Something bovine would be best, but goat is fine too. I'll make you something good."

When he heard that it was for making delicious food, Xuan Zi immediately agreed.