Cooking Skills Learned from the God of Cookery

Ji Jing and Wang Dong arrived beneath the dormitory building, put some distance between them, and took their stances, ready to fight.

As soon as the two appeared, the surrounding students sensed something was off and stopped to watch.

"Are these two freshmen? Starting a fight right after enrollment, how wild is that?"

"Isn't it normal to fight when you first meet in the dorms?"

"Who do you think is stronger? I'm betting on the redhead; he looks sturdy. One punch and that blue-haired kid is done for!"

"Fighting isn't just about build, it's about soul power!"

Just as the crowd was discussing, Wang Dong stomped her foot and charged toward Ji Jing.

Ji Jing's expression was somewhat strange.

This girl just charged in like that; she's quite confident in her own strength.

Unfortunately, even with his god-body sealed, Ji Jing continued to temper his physique with the Ultimate Yin-Yang Flame day after day, leaving his physical stats far beyond any of his peers.

Even if Wang Dong possessed dual assault-type martial souls, her strength could not surpass Ji Jing's.

Wang Dong closed the distance at high speed and swept a whip kick toward Ji Jing's head!

Once the battle began, Ji Jing's mindset shifted.

He pushed his hand to the side, easily deflecting Wang Dong's whip kick, and instantly followed up with a palm strike aimed straight at her abdomen.

Wang Dong couldn't react in time and was sent flying by the blow. She nearly fell to the ground, feeling a churning sensation in her stomach; though it didn't hurt, it was quite uncomfortable.

By the time she caught her breath and looked up, she saw Ji Jing crossing his arms, eyebrows raised as he watched her.

"If you can't beat me, then the dorm cleaning is yours from now on."

Ji Jing's words were the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Bastard!"

Wang Dong flushed red. With an angry shout, her Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul instantly manifested, and two soul rings—one yellow and one purple—hovered behind her, shining with brilliant light.

Looking at that pair of peerlessly beautiful butterfly wings, Ji Jing finally understood why this martial soul was called the most beautiful.

Only by seeing it in person could one truly understand the meaning of beauty.

"If you don't summon your martial soul, you're going to get hurt!"

Wang Dong warned him before attacking, and her first soul ring lit up, causing sharp golden light to ignite along the edges of her butterfly wings.

"Wing Guillotine!"

The sharp butterfly wings slashed straight toward Ji Jing!

In Ji Jing's eyes, this strike was moving in slow motion.

He gauged the attack power of this soul skill and nodded, thinking:

The daughter of that little scoundrel really does have some unique traits. The attack power of this first soul skill is quite strong.

After finishing his internal assessment, Ji Jing struck back decisively.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, the moment the Wing Guillotine was about to hit, Ji Jing used a simple sidestep to dodge the attack with effortless grace.

Immediately following, Wang Dong was knocked unconscious by a hand strike from Ji Jing, and the world went quiet.

Under the shocked gazes of the surrounding students, Ji Jing carried the unconscious Wang Dong back to the dormitory.

Once the dorm door closed, the old man lying on the recliner opened his eyes slowly and looked in the direction Ji Jing had left:

"Interesting child."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again to rest, as quiet as if he didn't exist.

Inside the dorm, Ji Jing gently placed Wang Dong on her bed and tucked her in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took a set of cooking utensils from his storage ring, brought out seasonings and ingredients, and began to cook.

His martial soul was fire-attributed, and before being sealed, he was a deity who played with fire; his control over heat was greater than any mortal's, and he had even learned a few tricks from the God of Cookery Oscar.

The food Ji Jing prepared was a delicacy that could not be found in the human world.

Before long, an alluring fragrance permeated the entire dormitory.

The aroma seemed to have a magic that could penetrate the soul; Wang Dong's small, delicate nose twitched involuntarily in her sleep, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"So fragrant!"

Her head was still a bit dizzy, but her body's instincts had already driven her to sit up.

She looked toward the source of the scent, and instantly, her gaze was locked firmly in place.

At some point, a dining table had been set up in the center of the dorm, and on it were four dishes and a soup, emitting an alluring steam and a strange glow.

Wang Dong's eyes widened instantly, staring blankly at the food that seemed to be glowing.

These things were more enticing than any feast she had ever eaten at the Clear Sky Sect!

Ji Jing was already sitting at the table; seeing her wake up, he glanced at her and asked:

"Awake? Want to eat together?"

Wang Dong instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and nodded repeatedly:

"Eat!"

She pounced like a hungry tiger, instantly leaping from the bed to the table, picking up her chopsticks in preparation to dig in.

Ji Jing, however, unhurriedly reached out a hand and pressed down on her wrist.

"Hm?"

Wang Dong looked up, her azure eyes filled with confusion and wariness, like a small beast guarding its food.

"What are you doing? Didn't you tell me to eat?"

A faint, elusive smile played on the corners of Ji Jing's mouth as he said slowly:

"Don't be so impatient. Do you remember the bet from before?"

Wang Dong's cheeks flushed crimson, half from anger and half from embarrassment.

She bit her lower lip, stiffened her neck, and muttered somewhat reluctantly:

"I... I'll take care of the cleaning, alright!"

"I've changed my mind."

Ji Jing released her hand and watched her with composed ease.

"Considering you're the first roommate to taste my cooking, I'm changing the terms. From now on, we'll take turns with the dormitory chores, one week each."

Wang Dong froze, her face full of disbelief.

This guy was actually willing to make a concession?

"As for the dishes..."

Ji Jing's gaze swept over the delicacies on the table.

"Let's set a new rule. Whoever cooks, the other person is responsible for washing the dishes. I cooked today, so..."

This proposal was reasonable and fair, arguably even quite generous.

The resentment and indignation in Wang Dong's heart vanished without a trace.

She realized she couldn't quite see through this red-haired youth in front of her.

"What? Not willing?"

Seeing her silent for so long, Ji Jing asked deliberately.

"Who... who said I wasn't willing!"

Wang Dong snapped back to reality, her face heating up slightly as she hurriedly picked up her chopsticks.

"I'll wash them after I'm done!"

With permission granted, she no longer cared about anything else, picking up the largest piece of fish with its golden, crispy skin and popping it into her mouth.

The moment the fish touched her tongue, Wang Dong's eyes widened sharply!

Beneath the crispy, piping-hot skin was fish meat so tender it melted the moment it entered her mouth.

A massive and pure surge of soul power exploded across her taste buds along with an ultimate savory flavor, transforming into a warm current that surged through her limbs and bones!

"This... what kind of fish is this? It's too delicious!"

She exclaimed incoherently, shocked beyond measure.

Ji Jing explained indifferently:

"Deep-sea Seven-Colored Dragon Scale Fish. It lives in trenches a thousand meters deep and is beneficial for nourishing spiritual power."

Wang Dong's heart jolted. A thousand-meter trench?

That was a place even a Soul Saint might not dare to venture into!

Where did he get this?

She didn't have time to overthink it before her chopsticks reached for the plate of meat slices flickering with faint electric arcs.

The springy texture of the meat combined perfectly with the refreshing smoothness of a strange mushroom. A slight, numbing current of electricity stimulated the tip of her tongue, making her feel so comfortable she almost groaned aloud, and all the fatigue in her body was swept away.

"What about this? What is this?"

"Tenderloin from a thirty-thousand-year Thunderlight Burst Pig, paired with Ice Marrow Mushroom from the Far North. It promotes blood circulation and clears the meridians."

Ji Jing's tone was as flat as if he were introducing wild vegetables by the roadside.

A... a thirty-thousand-year soul beast?!

Wang Dong was completely stunned. She looked at the table full of dishes, then back at the calm and collected Ji Jing, at a loss for words.

Coming from the Clear Sky Sect, she considered herself well-informed, yet she had rarely eaten such an extravagant meal!

What exactly was this guy's background?

Wang Dong finished the meal in a dreamlike state, woven through with shock and deliciousness.

When she set down her chopsticks, fully satisfied, and patted her slightly rounded belly, she only then realized with a start that she had polished off almost all four dishes.

Catching the amused glint in Ji Jing's eyes, Wang Dong's cheeks flushed crimson once more. She grabbed all the bowls and plates and bolted into the washroom as if fleeing for her life.

"It's just washing dishes! A piece of cake!"

Ji Jing lay back down on his bed, hands behind his head, a cryptic curve tugging at the corners of his mouth.

That night, because she hadn't managed to beat Ji Jing, Wang Dong was determined to work hard and prepared to meditate until dawn.

Ji Jing woke up in the middle of the night wanting a drink of water, but his gaze was drawn to Wang Dong.

At this moment, Wang Dong was enveloped in a faint halo of soul power; even in her male attire, she looked incredibly beautiful.

However, it was not her beauty that captivated Ji Jing.

"Holy crap, no way... this feeling is..."

As he spoke, Ji Jing tentatively reached out toward the soul power radiating from Wang Dong's cultivation...