Tenfold Nourishment

After wielding a steel rod and having Zhang Mufeng, Jiang Yuan, and others take turns beating him for two days, Ling Yi finally released his inner turmoil onto these men.

In the past few years, Ling Yi, whether actively or passively, has been sparring with others on various weapon combat techniques. Whether they are Soul Master Soul Master with Tool Martial Soul or Beast Martial Soul, the Cold Wind Grand Camp has made great progress in the use of a particular weapon.

After two days, Zhang Mufeng's staff technique was just one step away from being fully mastered, while Jiang Yuan's spear technique became even more adept as he mastered it.

Compared to sharp knives, guns, and axes, swinging a heavy steel rod weighing over 70 kilograms gives one a more exhilarating feeling of Heaven Dou.

Perhaps due to a certain resonance of mindset, Ling Yi's already masterful staff skills seemed to have reached an even higher level.

However, Ling Yi did not focus his attention on the staff technique. He would just let things take their natural course. The most important thing now was to spend two days calming his mind and consolidating his Soul Power before starting to absorb the Second Soul Ring.

Yes, it's not hunting, it's absorbing.

This is a scene that almost no one in the Douluo Continent could have imagined.

Apart from certain transformed Soul Beast.

In the kitchen of the kitchen camp, in the private kitchen of head chef Li Zhishu.

Li Zhishu, 23 years old, Martial Soul "Baguette", level 33 Food System Soul Elder, head of the kitchen of the Cold Wind Grand Camp.

At this moment, Li Zhishu, who had lost several sizes compared to a year ago and whose round figure showed faint muscle outlines, was standing to the side, watching Ling Yi busy in front of his own stove.

Watching Ling Yi skillfully chop chicken, duck, goose, pork belly, ribs, and ham hock into palm-sized pieces, and put them into a huge casserole along with winter bamboo shoots and turtle meat.

Then, he grabbed three large, bulging gauze bags and put them into the casserole.

Add water, scallions, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce. Bring to a boil over high heat, skim off any foam, add salt and a small amount of cooking wine, then reduce heat to low and simmer.

Even with the lid on, a meaty aroma mixed with herbs still wafted out of the casserole. Smelling this somewhat strange fragrance, Li Zhishu, seeing that Ling Yi had finally finished, strode forward, his round eyes constantly scanning the oversized casserole, and asked, "Ah Yi, what kind of medicine are you brewing in this pot?"

"Let me see, the ' White-Feathered Chicken ' and the century-old ' White-Haired Iron-Backed Pig ' that you caught in the ' Frost Forest ' before, the ' Floating Water Duck ' and ' Clear Wave Goose ' that Qingqiu Xin brought back from his hometown, which have been raised for at least three or five years, and that ' Gold-Star Patterned Softshell Turtle ' that has been around for more than ten years..."

"Tsk tsk tsk~ These are all good things, why did you just stew them all in one pot? And you added so many bitter and strange-tasting herbs, what a waste, such a waste!"

Li Zhishu shook his head as he spoke, looking extremely regretful.

Ling Yi stared intently at the huge clay pot on the stove, his mental energy already mobilized, constantly monitoring the changes in the various ingredients inside. He said frankly, "I learned about this recipe by chance; it's incredibly nourishing."

"A great tonic for vital energy?" Li Zhishu was taken aback, looking at Ling Yi's profile with some confusion, and said, "But whether it's ' White-Feathered Chicken,' a century-old ' White-Haired Iron-Backed Pig,' or ' Floating Water Duck,' ' Clear Wave Goose,' or ' Gold-Star Patterned Softshell Turtle,' cooking them on their own is also a great way to replenish vital energy—"

"Won't putting everything together like this in a stew have the opposite effect?"

Hearing Li Zhishu's question, Ling Yi turned around, patted the other's broad shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, Old Li, you know my personality. When have I ever done something I wasn't sure of?"

"I've stewed this dozens of times before in my tent, using a small earthenware pot and some ordinary ingredients. This time, the ingredients are just a bit more precious, and the effect is a bit stronger—"

"I see~" Li Zhishu nodded upon hearing this. Since she met Ling Yi, he had never done anything reckless or unreliable.

Ling Yi said again, "Don't worry, Old Li, I know what I'm doing."

After saying that, Ling Yi added in his mind, "Besides, isn't this being monitored constantly with my mental power? If anything happens, I can use my Soul Power to intervene, so as not to ruin a pot of raw materials worth at least eight hundred Gold Soul Coin— "

Logically speaking, Ling Yi should find a quiet, safe place to begin absorbing his Second Soul Ring at this time.

But clearly, Ling Yi was neglecting his duties at this time, running over to Li Zhishu to study recipes.

Time passed second by second, and after more than three hours, when his mental energy sensed the various tough ingredients such as meat and bones in the huge casserole, which were difficult to stew until tender, and their shapes became loose, and the aroma emanating from the gaps in the lid became rich and familiar, he was immediately invigorated.

Open the lid, use an extended wooden spoon to scoop out the three discolored gauze packets, open them one by one, revealing the materials that were originally wrapped inside.

One of them was sliced "forest ginseng" along with peanuts and dates. The other two were Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and other spices. The other was a pile of things that left Li Zhishu next to him completely bewildered, including fungal tubers, dried grass leaves, and dried tree bark.

Ignoring Li Zhishu's bewildered look, Ling Yi put the "forest ginseng" back into the casserole with peanuts and dates and stirred it well. He then grabbed the scallions and ginger that had been prepared and threw them into the pot. He took a spoonful of the thick soup with a long-handled wooden spoon, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"No... no, Ah Yi, what exactly are you brewing?" Li Zhishu couldn't help but lean closer to the clay pot, looking at the thick soup emitting white steam, then at Ling Yi was squinting and savoring something, and asked, "It's neither medicine nor food, but it smells strangely good—"

"And there's more~" Li Zhishu stretched out his chubby hand, picking up one blocky substance that was either natural-colored or white. To him, it seemed to be some kind of fungus. "What are these? Are they also a kind of herb?"

Ling Yi looked up and replied, "That's 'Poria cocos,' a kind of fungus I dug up under some century-old pine trees in the ' Frost Forest '..."

As she spoke, looking at the tangled mess of roots and leaves, she introduced them one by one, "This is called 'Atractylodes macrocephala,' this is 'Glycyrrhiza uralensis,' 'Ligusticum chuanxiong,' 'Angelica sinensis,' 'Paeonia lactiflora,' 'Rehmannia glutinosa,' 'Astragalus membranaceus,' 'Cinnamomum cassia'..."

Thanks to that young lady from my past life who studied in the East, not only did she make him gain seven or eight pounds with her Huaiyang cuisine, but she also taught him the special skill of making "Tenfold Tonic Soup".

This is also the one Ling Yi can't forget the most...

While speaking, without delaying his work, Ling Yi quickly divided a pot of "Tenfold Tonic Soup" into five portions, one large and four small.

He picked up the large clay pot, which still had half a pot left, and said to Li Zhishu, "Old Li, you can tell Ah Feng, Ah Xin, and the other two to come and eat the remaining four portions."

Remember, immediately practice the "Beast Martial Soul: Xingyi Fist Form" that I taught you after you finish eating, otherwise you'll waste all these good things here—"

After saying that, he picked up the large clay pot, walked quickly out of the small kitchen, and headed towards the military medical camp.

"Sigh—" Li Zhishu looked at Ling Yi's back without turning his head and saw his impatient footsteps, so he didn't say anything. He followed him out the door and asked his apprentice Si Nuo to go to the military camp to inform Zhang Mufeng and Qingqiu Xin to come over.