Ice Silkworm Cold Shadow, Medicinal Cuisine

Although he had one fewer Soul Ring than his opponent, Su Chen did not feel much pressure.

That made sense. From his meditation technique to his spear art, everything had been top-tier resources provided by the God of Destruction. Not to mention that the Blessing of the Goddess of Life had greatly enhanced his physical constitution.

While Su Chen was lamenting how weak his opponent was, the shock in the other man's heart far surpassed Su Chen's.

The fact that a child could easily block his attack was already unbelievable enough, especially when that child was even lower-level than him.

How could a child he happened to encounter on the road be such a genius?

Still reeling from the shock, he gritted his teeth and used his second soul skill.

At this point, either Su Chen died or he did. He could only fight with his life on the line.

"Kill."

The man's second Soul Ring lit up, and the sharp claws on all ten of his fingers actually detached from his fingertips, sweeping toward Su Chen.

Chrysanthemum Douluo moved a little closer.

Su Chen's performance had already surprised him enough. This man's second soul skill was not weak; ten sharp claws attacked Su Chen from all directions, making them difficult to block completely.

Then Chrysanthemum Douluo saw Su Chen's first Soul Ring flicker as well.

Of his four first soul skills, Su Chen used only one: Stagnation.

The Life-Killing Spear in his hand danced into a blur. Cold energy spread densely around him, and frost filled the air.

The ten sharp claws instantly slowed by nearly half and were swiftly knocked down by the Life-Killing Spear.

He had already seen both of his opponent's soul skills. This man's strength clearly could not test his limits, and Su Chen no longer had any interest in dragging things out.

Su Chen's gaze sharpened. The Life-Killing Spear whistled through the air, trailing cold energy as it stabbed straight for the man's chest.

With his ten sharp claws destroyed, the man was already somewhat flustered. Facing Su Chen's incoming spear, he retreated again and again.

He retreated quickly, but Su Chen closed in even faster.

The Hundred Battles Spear Art was not merely a technique for wielding a spear. Its accompanying footwork and movement techniques were equally powerful. In the blink of an eye, the spear tip had reached the man's heart.

"No—"

He had barely uttered a single word when his chest went cold, and his consciousness rapidly faded away.

Killing two people in succession was nothing unusual to Su Chen. He had long since become accustomed to it.

But in Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes, Su Chen's decisiveness in killing showed that he had surely experienced many battles to temper such resolve.

For a child of six or seven to have gone through so many fights, he most likely truly had no family or elders.

"Senior, it is getting late. How about we find somewhere to have dinner?"

Su Chen called out to Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo coughed somewhat awkwardly.

"I meant no harm by following you all this way..."

"I understand. Senior was preparing to step in and save me just now; I saw it all. Thank you for protecting me along the way."

Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head.

"Looks like I worried for nothing. With your strength, ordinary dangers should not be able to harm you."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were filled with irrepressible admiration.

Even those students of Spirit Hall who received special training might not have done better than Su Chen at his age and cultivation level, right?

The more outstanding Su Chen was, the more Chrysanthemum Douluo found it regrettable.

How could a child with such extraordinary talent be fated not to become his disciple?

The white horse Su Chen had released trotted back on its own.

Holding the horse's reins, Su Chen called to Chrysanthemum Douluo, "Senior, are you planning to head back, or will you continue escorting me for a while?"

"Hehe, since you said it is getting late, I will shamelessly mooch another meal."

Having already escorted Su Chen for part of the journey, Chrysanthemum Douluo did not mind accompanying him a little farther.

A child who made him feel so close to him while being this outstanding was simply too admirable.

"Senior, I have not been traveling Douluo Continent for long, but I have already encountered situations like today's several times. Is Douluo Continent really this chaotic?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo said, "Soul Masters tend to get carried away once they have a little strength and think themselves superior to others."

"This is still considered good. There was once a time when Fallen Soul Masters ran rampant across Douluo Continent. Spirit Hall had to expend tremendous effort to suppress them."

As they chatted, the sun had already set behind the mountaintops, and Su Chen had chosen a place to camp for the night.

Chrysanthemum Douluo did not put on any airs as a senior expert and helped build the campfire.

"Little Chen, your spear art looks quite impressive. Someone must have taught you, right?"

Many things Su Chen displayed made Yue Guan feel conflicted.

Traveling alone everywhere and possessing abundant experience in dealing with enemies both suggested that his background might not be very good. At the very least, the likelihood that he had no family was high.

Yet whether it was his spear art or the way he conducted himself, Yue Guan felt that Su Chen seemed like someone from a prominent noble family.

"It was taught to me by a senior worthy of respect."

A senior, not a teacher. That is good.

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt inexplicably pleased.

He felt a strange relief that if he could not have this disciple, neither could anyone else.

"Does your spear art have a name? Its power is quite extraordinary."

Yue Guan knew of several Soul Masters who wielded spears. For example, the Breaking Clan, once an affiliated family of the Clear Sky Sect, was renowned for its spear arts and had considerable attainments in that field.

But the spear art Su Chen displayed was unlike any other spear art he knew.

"It is called the Hundred Battles Spear Art."

"The Hundred Battles Spear Art?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo murmured the name to himself, certain that he had never heard of such a spear art.

Yet from the name alone, he could sense an indomitable spirit that had endured a hundred battles and grew braver with every fight.

While speaking with Chrysanthemum Douluo, most of Su Chen's attention was actually focused on communicating with the God of Destruction.

"You should have noticed that your Life-Killing Spear is also accompanied by a cold shadow with an ice attribute."

"Yes, Senior Destruction. Do you know the origin of that cold shadow?"

When Su Chen had dealt with the first enemy earlier, he had not used a soul skill, yet the man had still been briefly frozen stiff by the cold energy.

That was when Su Chen noticed the faint cold shadow on the Life-Killing Spear.

"The million-year Sky Dream Ice Silkworm could originally have provided you with an additional Martial Soul slot. However, your current Martial Souls already generate and restrain each other, and I am also planning another great surprise for you."

"Obtaining an additional Martial Soul rashly might not improve your strength much. It could instead affect the plans that follow, so I have temporarily attached it to your Life-Killing Spear. You can study whether it has any other useful effects."

So that was it.

Su Chen had initially thought that the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's consciousness had vanished, leaving it unable to provide him with an additional Martial Soul.

Su Chen was not all that eager to acquire another Martial Soul.

He already possessed Twin Martial Souls, and they were balanced in both offense and defense. He could even use them simultaneously.

Whether he could gain another ice-attribute Martial Soul did not matter much to him.

Instead, he was more interested in the great surprise the God of Destruction had mentioned.

A million-year Soul Ring was only a small surprise to the God of Destruction. Just how enormous would a great surprise be?

"Little Chen, stew these medicinal herbs together. They are tremendously nourishing!"

No one knew when the great surprise arranged by the God of Destruction would arrive, but Chrysanthemum Douluo handed over several medicinal herbs first.

"What herbs are these?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo loved tending flowers, plants, and rare medicinal herbs, and he could list their properties with ease.

"These herbs invigorate the blood and qi, strengthen the muscles and bones, and nourish your vital energy. In any case, they will benefit you. You do not think I would harm you, do you?"

"Of course not."

Stewing meat with tonics—this counted as medicinal cuisine in Douluo Continent, right? He just did not know how it would taste.

Su Chen tossed the herbs into the pot and asked:

"High heat, medium heat, or low heat?"

"Simmer it slowly over low heat. Be patient; careful work produces fine results."