Raiding the Kitchen Clean!

"Oh? That iron armor of yours is quite impressive."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the iron armor on Lin Xiao with some surprise.

The material was rather good. He had fallen from such a height, yet there was not even a scratch on it.

And despite being a six-year-old child, he had not cried out in pain even once.

It was clear just how outrageous the armor's hardness and defensive power were.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo said nothing at all.

In an instant, they landed before Lin Xiao and lightly tapped the armor with their fingers.

"Thud—"

"Thud—"

"This sound is wrong. What material is it made of?"

Sword Douluo frowned.

"This doesn't sound like metal or wood. Could it be some rare material?"

Bone Douluo's withered hand also tapped the armor twice, and he nodded in agreement.

"It's extremely hard. When Soul Power strikes it, there's even a sense of force being dispersed. No wonder this kid fell from such a height and came out completely fine."

Lin Xiao stood where he was, watching the two Title Douluo circle him and tap on his armor, feeling somewhat helpless.

"These were made from the materials Uncle Ning sent over, but my Gugas modified them according to a formula.

"As for why it disperses force... uh... Martial Soul traits?"

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi did not even feel like holding the meeting anymore. His eyes remained fixed on Lin Xiao without blinking.

"Little Lin, can you tell Uncle the formula for this material? I won't let you suffer a loss. According to sect rules, I'll triple your monthly stipend!"

"I can, but it won't have armor-level shock absorption like mine."

Lin Xiao spread his hands.

If anyone asked how it had been made, even the Gugas themselves probably would not know.

"Guga! Boss!! Are you okay, guga?!"

A group of Gugas came charging in from outside, their little feet pattering as they rushed to Lin Xiao's side. They raised their tiny heads and anxiously inspected the armor from top to bottom.

"It's good that you're okay, guga."

The Mechanic Gugas' eyes were red with tears, filled with self-reproach.

Lin Xiao wanted to bend down and pat their heads, but he got stuck halfway and could not crouch no matter what he did.

His entire posture looked like he was trying to take a dump.

"Sigh... Gugas, help me take off the armor."

"No problem, guga!"

The Mechanic Gugas took out screws and wrenches.

With great effort, they began unscrewing the bolts and removing the armor piece by piece.

"Whew~"

Lin Xiao stretched his limbs and felt incomparably light.

Then a group of Ninja Gugas wearing forehead protectors stepped forward and spread out scroll after scroll.

"Sasuga!"

They slapped their tiny hands onto the scrolls.

"Poof~"

A cloud of smoke spread out, and the scattered armor components were sealed into the scrolls, each marked with the character "Seal."

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo stared in amazement.

"Little Lin, your Martial Soul can store items too?!"

Lin Xiao nodded proudly.

"Of course. My Gugas know a little bit of everything~ With them, I can call myself invincible under heaven!"

Hearing that, Ning Fengzhi did not know whether to be happy or troubled.

"Sigh... Your Martial Soul has so many functions that finding Spirit Rings for it will be truly difficult.

"I searched through the Soul Beast Illustrated Guide, but I simply couldn't find any Spirit Ring that suited your Martial Soul."

He rubbed his brow, a sense of helplessness rising in his heart.

It was no good for a genius to be this monstrous, either. Even his sect did not know how to train him.

If they trained him incorrectly, they might ruin such a promising talent.

They could not possibly choose Spirit Rings like Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul and make him fart, could they?

Would he blast a thousand farts at once and kill the enemy?

"Little Lin, what are your thoughts on your Spirit Rings?"

Lin Xiao had already considered this.

His was an external Martial Soul, and he did not rely on himself to deal damage.

"Uncle Ning, I want Spirit Rings that can increase my Soul Power and physical attributes."

"Every time the Gugas use their abilities, they consume my Soul Power.

"Only if my Soul Power limit is higher and my body is stronger can I fully bring out their abilities.

"Although eating can quickly replenish Soul Power, it only increases recovery speed, not the maximum limit."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Yes, that is indeed a good idea. In that case, we'll do as you say.

"I do know of a Spirit Beast that can increase Soul Power storage capacity.

"The Soul Gathering Turtle has no combat ability, but its shell is tough, and it stores Soul Power at all times.

"The core effect of its Spirit Ring is increasing the maximum amount of Soul Power one can store.

"This afternoon, I'll have Uncle Sword take you to the Star Dou Forest to obtain your Spirit Ring."

"Thank you, Uncle Ning. Thank you, Senior Sword Douluo."

Lin Xiao quickly cupped his hands in thanks.

"Call me Sword Grandpa like Rongrong does. As for this cowardly fellow, call him Bone Grandpa."

Sword Douluo waved his hand casually.

Bone Douluo's face darkened as he shot Sword Douluo a sideways glare.

"You old sword bastard! You're the coward! Your whole family is cowardly!"

Ning Fengzhi could not help chuckling as he watched the two bicker.

"Uncle Sword, the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest are fraught with danger. Be careful in all things, and make sure to protect Little Lin."

"Rest assured." Sword Douluo nodded. "With me there, nothing can go wrong."

With the matter settled,

Lin Xiao took his leave as well, planning to make proper preparations after returning.

As he passed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's dining hall with the Gugas,

a lightbulb lit up over his head.

He pointed with one little hand, a wise expression appearing on his face.

"Ah! Wild strategic resources have been restocked!"

With a wave of his hand, he led the Gugas into the kitchen storeroom.

The Gugas swiftly carried away bag after bag of food.

The Ninja Gugas quickly spread out sealing scrolls and began sealing everything away.

Piles of meat, rice, flour, dried fruit, all kinds of seasonings, pots, bowls, ladles, and basins were all stuffed into the scrolls.

Meanwhile, the cooks preparing lunch for the sect stood trembling in a corner, clutching ladles and spatulas.

They could not do anything about it. The head chef who had tried to stop them had already been put to sleep with one swing of a club by a chubby little penguin.

He was still lying on the ground, twitching.

"Guga?"

Chef Guga spotted them and waddled over, extending a hand.

"Gugu guga!"

The cooks cautiously handed over their remaining ladles and spatulas to the little penguin before them.

"Guga~"

Only then did Chef Guga leave in satisfaction.

As for how so many ingredients could fit into the sealing scrolls?

What rules? Don't make me laugh.

Ever heard of nesting bags?

The sealing scrolls were wrapped layer upon layer, and in the end, a single sealing scroll could store several tons of ingredients.

Half an hour later,

the Gugas carried Lin Xiao and sprinted toward home, afraid someone might come take everything back.

The sect disciples watching outside the dining hall had twitching mouths, but none dared step forward to stop them.

When they saw the little fellows run out, they even instinctively took several steps back.

Everyone knew these little fellows had extraordinary backing and were not to be provoked.

At that moment, one disciple raised his hand with a question.

"I have a question. The dining hall has been emptied. What are we eating today?"

The air instantly fell silent.

"..."

"That's a good question..."

"No choice. We can only eat outside..."

"I heard a new Xishi Tofu shop opened in Tiandu City. How about we go eat her tofu?"

"Wonderful~ Wonderful! We'll do as you say."

News of the kitchen robbery quickly reached Ning Fengzhi. After hearing the report, his temples throbbed.

Ning Fengzhi sighed and waved his hand.

"Forget it. Send people out to purchase ingredients.

"Next time, remember to place restrictions on the storeroom and dining hall. Don't let those little fellows succeed again."

It was lunchtime.

In Lin Xiao's courtyard.

A large cooking stove had been set up.

Chef Guga bustled about beside the wok, stir-frying dishes inside it.

Laborer Guga wore a miserable little expression as she crouched by the fire pit, constantly feeding in firewood with a look of utter despair.

"Gu—ga—"

Ning Rongrong held a soft, squishy Cute Little Guga in her arms and stood nearby, staring unblinkingly at the wok.

Tears of happiness flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Slurp~ Wow, Guga, your cooking is so good! It smells amazing."

"Guga~~"

Chef Guga proudly raised her little head and waved the spatula in her hand even more energetically.

Waves of food fragrance drifted in all directions. Quite a few sect disciples passing outside the courtyard involuntarily stopped and stared longingly inside.

Unfortunately, several stout Fat Gugas guarded the courtyard gate, baseball bats in their hands.

They firmly kept everyone outside.

"Guga! Want food?"

"Yes, yes, yes!! It smells so—no, I mean, yes! We really want some!"

The disciples nodded frantically.

The leader of the Evil Fat Gugas gave a wicked smile and held out her little hand.

"Ten gold coins per person, guga!"

"What?! That expensive?!"

The disciples practically had a breakdown. The Gugas had robbed everything from the dining hall, and now they were selling it back to them at an outrageous price?!

This was utterly absurd!

But... the food smelled so good~

Even the chefs in Heaven Dou City could not compare.

The Evil Fat Guga leader waved her bat before them.

"Skill is priceless, guga! Not eating? Hehe~ Then just watch from outside, guga."

One disciple in the crowd gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak.

"Fine! Ten coins it is! I'll eat!"

Seeing this, the others nodded as well. No one could resist that rich, tempting aroma.

The Evil Fat Guga leader waved her little hand, arranging for several errand Gugas to collect the money. The fat on her face jiggled as she laughed.

Lin Xiao reclined in a lounge chair, feeling rather speechless.

He was not short on money now, yet these little Gugas still liked earning it themselves.

Uh... did that count as their little private stash?

Still, he was a good parent. He would never say something like he would keep it for them and return it when they grew up.

Soon, the first batch of food was ready.

Beside it stood a rice barrel several meters tall, filled with crystal-clear premium rice.

As for how something that tall had all been steamed through...

All that could be said was: Guga Divine Power.

"Oh my~ It smells so good~"

One disciple shoveled food into his bowl, his mouth glistening with oil as he could not help but sigh in admiration.

Another disciple beside him nodded repeatedly, his face full of satisfaction:

"This monk feels his life has been worth it!"

"After eating this plate of fried tofu~ even the emperor himself isn't as good as~ me~"

The other disciples did not even want to talk. They frantically shoveled food into their mouths, afraid that every second spent speaking meant one less bite.

Lin Xiao and Ning Rongrong ate at a separate small table.

Ning Rongrong took small bites of rice, occasionally picking up some dishes with her chopsticks. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she chewed, and she did not forget to share some with Little Guga in her arms.

Clearly, the food suited the little girl's tastes very well.

Her eyes had narrowed into happy crescents, and her little feet swung back and forth.

Lin Xiao shook his head and pulled out a napkin from nearby, gently wiping the grease from the corners of Ning Rongrong's and Little Guga's mouths.

"Hehe~ Brother Lin Xiao, can I come here to eat every day from now on?"

"Of course. Rongrong can come whenever she wants."

Lin Xiao indulgently pinched Ning Rongrong's little cheek.

At this moment, the little girl had yet to take on the air of the little witch she would become.

She was only a little tagalong who liked following behind him and calling him brother. Who could bear to refuse such a little girl?

Ning Rongrong grinned foolishly and shoveled a few more bites of rice into her mouth.

Brother Lin Xiao was so nice. He was the best brother!