Corn Tastes Like Grandma's, Golden Body Douluo Possessed by a Drama Queen

After Mu En finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.

Yan Shaozhe's eyes flashed with a gloomy light upon hearing this, and he said, "Elder Mu, since the Six-Winged Angel has picked a quarrel with us, why not simply send someone to eradicate them and let our Supervision Group maintain the balance?"

"Allowing the Six-Winged Angel to grow unchecked could very well lead to the subversion of our Shrek and the reconstruction of the Martial Soul Hall."

"With a God-level martial soul, he truly has the potential to become a god. We should nip this in the bud so that our Shrek can continue to pass down its legacy for another ten thousand years."

Mu En shook his head and said, "This method is not advisable. Shaozhe, you should not harbor such great malice toward the Angel Clan. In truth, the Martial Soul Hall was not as evil as you imagine; it was merely that the Sea God of ten thousand years ago and the Martial Soul Hall held conflicting philosophies."

"The Six-Winged Angel clan grows stronger by slaying Evil Soul Masters to gain merit and faith, and they possess an innate ability to track Evil Soul Masters—things our Supervision Group lacks."

"They are helping the continent clear out its parasites. As the spokespeople of the continent, why should we obstruct them?"

"Even if this child cannot become a member of Shrek, we must never allow him to develop into an enemy of Shrek, or it will drag the academy into the abyss. We must try our best to be friends with the Angel Soul Masters, do you understand?"

"As for Dai Yueheng and Dai Huabin, they have tarnished the academy's image. Confine them for a month first. Release them only when they have reflected on their actions. If they still don't understand, graduate them immediately and return them to the White Tiger Duke; let them do their reflecting on the battlefield."

Yan Shaozhe bowed respectfully, "I understand."

Mu En waved his hand, "You may withdraw. I hope there will be no more accidents with Xuan Zi leading the team this time."

Yan Shaozhe left the Inner Court silently, having no intention of following Elder Mu's instructions. After all, it was not the first time he had feigned compliance, and even when caught by Elder Mu, he had never been punished.

In Yan Shaozhe's view, Elder Mu was just a senile old man, turning his back on his own to speak for the Angel Clan.

They were nothing but a pack of dogs wanting to rule the continent.

All that talk about clearing parasites and being guardians and heroes of the continent.

These were just excuses those hypocritical Angel Soul Masters made for themselves; clearly ambitious, yet they insisted on acting in the name of justice.

Yan Shaozhe despised the Angel Clan the most—a group of righteous hypocrites.

The Douluo Continent had the Shrek Supervision Group, and that was enough. They would handle the clearing of Evil Soul Masters; there was no need for the Six-Winged Angel to hog the spotlight.

One day later, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest.

Ye Que and his party, including the Title Douluo of the Body Sect, had been flying at high speed the entire way without even a single meal, finally arriving at the entrance of the Star Dou Forest.

"Everyone, take a rest, eat something, and adjust your state. The upcoming mission is extremely heavy, and we will have no further opportunities to recover our strength."

Du Busi walked out with his hands behind his back, his tone terrifyingly calm.

After speaking, he took out some braised beef he had prepared in advance and began to gnaw on it, replenishing the energy his body had consumed.

The other experts of the Body Sect, upon hearing this, also opened their storage soul tools one after another, taking out dry rations to replenish their energy.

The sect master had already made the soul-hunting mission clear on the way here.

Two super-rare attribute soul beasts over 150,000 years old—there could not be the slightest mistake, and it had to be completed before the Beast God Di Tian discovered them.

If an accident occurred midway, the fierce beasts of Star Dou would surely fight them to the death.

To the side, the Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo also took out dry rations to eat, taking the opportunity to pull out milk bottles to replenish their soul power.

Normally, Title Douluo did not need to replenish the energy consumed by their bodies, but to ensure there were no mistakes, neither of the two experts dared to be careless.

"Young Master, let's eat something too!"

Yu Mengdi took out the prepared dried meat cakes from her storage soul tool and handed them to Ye Que with a smile.

Although the texture wasn't great, it could replenish a lot of energy.

"Alright."

Ye Que took the dry rations and took a bite, only to find it stuck in his throat, hard to swallow.

Things he used to eat every day didn't seem to taste very good anymore.

He put away the dry rations in his hand, took out fresh ingredients from his storage soul tool one by one, and snapped his fingers, causing flames to rise from the mound of dirt in front of him.

Ye Que skewered the fresh pork onto the Angel God Sword and smiled, "Let's have some roasted meat instead."

Yu Mengdi's eyes lit up, and she immediately felt that the dry rations were no longer appetizing.

How could dry, bland things compare to roasted meat? Besides, it was something the Young Master had roasted; she had to have a taste.

Seeing this, Du Busi frowned and said, "Little Friend Ye, why are you roasting meat? You're making me feel very uncomfortable..."

He looked at the braised beef in his hand and suddenly felt it wasn't appetizing anymore.

Ye Que added seasoning while saying, "Let's eat some together once it's roasted. It won't delay us anyway; it's only a matter of a few minutes."

Du Busi had no choice but to nod, "That's true. I suppose I was being too tense. Everyone, let's sit down and roast something to eat."

With the sect master's order, a dozen burly men gathered around, taking out fresh ingredients to start a barbecue.

Because the meat Ye Que roasted was incredibly fragrant, all subsequent preparation was handed over to him.

Du Busi just watched from the side, catching the scent of the roasted meat, his throat bobbing.

Little Friend Ye's culinary skills were actually this good; he already had the bearing of a God of Cooking.

Before long, the sizzling, oily roasted meat was sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and the fragrance in the air made everyone's mouths water uncontrollably.

"I am the Sect Master, I go first!"

Du Busi snatched the skewers off the Angel God Sword, blowing on them as he ate, and remarked, "Fragrant, simply too fragrant! After tasting Little Friend Ye's barbecue, I never want to touch dry rations again in this lifetime."

Ye Que held a roasted rabbit and gnawed on it; though he didn't speak, the smile on his face could not be hidden.

This was what a sense of accomplishment felt like.

Compared to his skewers, Huo Gua's grilled fish was truly far inferior.

To the side, Yu Mengdi also picked up a skewer of grilled meat, eating until her mouth was slick with oil, and said, "Young Master, this is truly too delicious!"

Guangyu Douluo and Dragon Subduing Douluo also gave their highest praise.

What a fine craft!

Skewers grilled with the Angel God Sword were indeed different.

Even a country bumpkin like him was finally getting a taste of city goods.

Having lived for more than half a lifetime, this was the first time he had tasted such a unique flavor of barbecue.

Seeing this scene, the powerhouses of the Body Sect could not help but start scrambling for the skewers.

Could it really be that divine... Golden Body Douluo Jin Peng refused to believe it, picking up a cob of grilled corn and taking a bite. The spicy, numbing flavor exploded in his mouth, juices splashing everywhere, the texture incredibly springy.

Jin Peng froze, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Delicious, it was just too delicious!

Why did such delicious food exist in this world?

Why hadn't the Sect Master introduced him to Ye Que sooner? It was simply a waste of a talent.

This was the taste of his grandmother's cooking!

"We're just eating, why are you crying, Jin Peng?" Du Busi wiped his mouth and asked, somewhat puzzled.

A man of his age, crying over a cob of corn—it was simply embarrassing.

Jin Peng wiped his tears and sobbed, "Sect Master, you don't know the story behind this corn; let me tell you about my upbringing."

"I was a commoner, raised by my grandmother. We were poor, and back then, we could only eat coarse grains and corn, washing it down with White Dan Wine, eating that same meal for a whole year."

"To be honest, my grandmother has been gone for so many years, I never expected to taste this flavor again, wuwuwu..."

Hearing this, Du Busi took a deep look at this old comrade who had been by his side for so many years.

Who would have thought that eating a cob of corn would bring back the taste of home? Should he set up a stage for him to perform for three days and three nights?

What kind of magic had Little Friend Ye cast on the corn to make even Jin Peng cry while eating?

Du Busi didn't continue speaking, letting Jin Peng continue to eat and cry.

The other powerhouses of the Body Sect heard this, and looking at the skewers in their own hands, their thoughts were also pulled back to their childhoods.

This was truly... the taste of their fathers!

Wuwuwu...