Ice-Fire Mint Chicken

The second type is a large-scale firepower platform at the battlefield level.

This concept no longer restricts itself to the scope of individual weapons, but rather scales up the offensive capabilities of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, forging it into a form resembling a war fortress or vehicle-mounted heavy artillery.

Using sturdier alloys, such as deep-sea silver or mithril, a massive crossbow bed is constructed.

The structure is designed to achieve multi-layered, multi-angle, and variable-speed volley modes.

A sealed Milk Bottle, which is to say a Soul Tool energy storage device, serves as the power core.

The operator only needs to activate it to drive this massive war machine in high-intensity, continuous fire.

What it launches is no longer ordinary crossbow bolts, but specialized armor-piercing arrows, explosive arrows, or even projectile arrows engraved with Soul Tool cannon core arrays, each capable of causing wide-range explosive damage.

Ji Jing tentatively named this weapon the Sky Star Crossbow Array.

Once successfully developed, it will become a meat grinder on the battlefield; its dense firepower and terrifying penetration are enough to deal a devastating blow to legions led by experts at the level of Spirit Sage or even Spirit Douluo.

Having determined the direction, Ji Jing immediately immersed himself in research.

In the dormitory, only the crisp sound of metal clashing and the glow of circulating soul power remained.

After dedicating himself entirely to research for a full day and night, Ji Jing tidied up the parts and blueprints on the table and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled spots of light across the room.

In his sleep, Ji Jing felt his face becoming damp and itchy, as if something warm and soft was gently touching and sliding across it.

A faint, orchid-like fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose—incredibly familiar and equally alluring.

He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and what met his gaze was a flawless, stunningly beautiful face.

It was Wang Dong, having shed all her disguises and returned to her true female form.

She was lying on top of him, her long powder-blue hair cascading over his chest like a waterfall.

At this moment, her eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she seemed completely lost in her own world, planting light, scattered kisses on his cheeks and lips.

At the same time, one of her hands was being rather mischievous, tracing his abdominal muscles curiously through his thin pajamas, feeling the powerful lines beneath.

It seemed she had returned early.

Ji Jing's heart skipped a beat, immediately followed by a wave of warmth.

He didn't make a sound, simply lying there quietly, enjoying this rare and slightly stimulating intimacy.

However, the warm breath, the soft touch, the girl's unique scent, and that unconscious teasing...

All of this instantly ignited every reaction Ji Jing had as a normal young man.

In an instant, he felt his blood rush upward, his muscles involuntarily stiffening.

Although he tried his best to relax, the most instinctive changes of the body were impossible to control.

Wang Dong, who had been closing her eyes and focusing on her "sneak attack," immediately sensed something amiss.

The small hand wandering over his abs was the first to detect the tightening of his muscles, and immediately after, she clearly felt a certain change.

Wang Dong's movements came to an abrupt halt.

With a hint of confusion and premonition, she slowly opened those breathtakingly beautiful powder-blue eyes.

Their gazes met.

In Ji Jing's deep eyes, there was a hint of helplessness and a touch of amusement as he watched her quietly.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wang Dong's brain crashed for a full three seconds.

He's awake?!

"Boom!"

A wave of heat rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Wang Dong's cheeks turned bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye; from her face to her neck, and down to her delicate collarbone, every inch was stained a tempting shade of pink.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she sprang off Ji Jing, scrambled in a panic to the other side of the bed, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes filled with shame and indignation exposed.

"I... I didn't mean to... I just... I just wanted to see you..."

She explained incoherently, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, wishing she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

Ji Jing sat up, looked at Wang Dong, who had wrapped herself into a silkworm cocoon, and suppressed a laugh, saying softly:

"I know."

These three simple words only made Wang Dong feel even more at a loss.

The atmosphere in the room became both awkward and ambiguous.

To break the blush-inducing silence, Wang Dong cleared her throat, trying hard to make her voice sound normal, and took the initiative to change the subject:

"Cough... so, what... what have you been doing during this half-month of vacation?"

Ji Jing naturally wouldn't say that he had been summoned by Bi San to the God Realm for tea and had half a month of his vacation docked.

He took the opportunity to get out of bed, tidying his slightly disheveled pajamas as he answered nonchalantly:

"Nothing much, just had some new ideas during the break and have been researching Soul Tools."

In the time that followed, the two chatted idly.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually dissipated amidst their professional discussion.

Wang Dong no longer wrapped herself in the quilt, but instead sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs gently while listening intently as Ji Jing described his imaginative design concepts.

By the time both had completely calmed down and the awkwardness had vanished, Wang Dong's stomach let out an untimely growl.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she rubbed her flat belly in embarrassment, muttering softly:

"It's almost noon, I... I'm hungry."

Watching her adorable expression, Ji Jing's eyes were filled with doting smiles. He stood up and stretched, his joints popping with a series of crisp cracks.

"Alright, wait for me."

He said gently, "I'll make you something to eat."

With that, he skillfully sorted and put away the intricate Soul Tool parts and blueprints on the table.

Immediately after, he brought out various kitchen utensils and fresh ingredients.

A corner of the dormitory instantly transformed into a fully functional kitchen.

Wang Dong curiously leaned in to watch. She saw Ji Jing first take out a rustic clay pot, place pre-prepared mushrooms, medicinal herbs, and bones inside, add water, and then ignite a flame at his fingertips.

He precisely controlled the temperature of the flame, letting it wrap around the bottom of the pot in a slow simmer to begin making the soup.

Only after finishing this did he turn to the main course for the day.

He smiled at Wang Dong and said:

"I'm making you a new dish today called Ice-Fire Mint Chicken."

This dish was a masterpiece he had learned from the God of Emotions, Rong Nianbing.

Ji Jing held his left palm upward, and a cluster of scorching, bright golden flames rose up—it was the Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire.

He placed the prepared chicken over the flames, while his right hand moved like a butterfly among flowers, sprinkling various spices.

The spices were instantly toasted the moment they touched the Sacred Fire, and their exotic aroma was forcibly pressed into every fiber of the chicken.

In just a moment, the chicken was roasted until the skin was slightly charred and the inside was eighty percent cooked.

Next, he quickly took a large, fresh lotus leaf and wrapped the roasted chicken tightly.

Then, he channeled the Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire in his left hand. This flame, carrying a yin aura, did not touch the lotus leaf directly but instead swirled around it.

The extreme cold energy instantly condensed the moisture in the air, forming a layer of crystal-clear, solid ice on the outer layer of the lotus leaf.

The ice layer not only locked in the temperature but also slowly pressed the fragrance of the lotus leaf into the chicken through the low temperature.

Wang Dong watched from the side, unable to look away; she had never imagined that cooking could be like a magnificent performance.

Finally, the most crucial step.

Ji Jing held the ice-sealed lotus leaf chicken in his palm, and the Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire in his right hand surged violently, transforming into a burst of wild energy.

The golden explosion of flames slammed instantly into the ice layer!

With a muffled "Boom," the ice shattered and the lotus leaf turned charred black, but all the heat and impact were perfectly channeled into the very core of the chicken.

The scent, a fusion of spices and the fresh fragrance of the lotus leaf, seemed to be completely sealed into the chicken by that blast.

When Ji Jing peeled away the charred lotus leaf, an indescribably rich aroma instantly filled the entire room.

The chicken presented a perfect golden hue, its skin shimmering with an alluring luster, crispy and delicious, while the meat inside remained tender, juicy, smooth, and soft.

Wang Dong couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her eyes filled with stars of admiration.