Eating Her Kin Right in Front of Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena? You're Ruthless!

"All right, it's getting late."

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. "Let's rest here tonight and head back tomorrow."

Chen Xin nodded. He took four tents from his Soul Tool and began setting them up with practiced ease.

The tents were ready in no time. Three stood in a triangle, leaving an open space in the middle.

Meanwhile, Gu Rong cleaned the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear carcass, cut it into manageable pieces, threaded the meat onto branches, and built a fire to roast it.

The campfire crackled fiercely. Its flickering orange light drove back the forest's gloom and chill.

Hot fat trickled down the meat and dripped onto the glowing coals with a delicious sizzle, sending wisps of white smoke into the air.

The tempting aroma made Ning Wen's throat bob. He swallowed hard.

"Little Wen, Uncle Bone is an excellent cook."

Ning Fengzhi smiled broadly. "And these are the paws of a Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear, one of the ten greatest delicacies in the world today. We're in for a treat."

Just then, the Voice Pack spoke again.

[The ingredients don't compare to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow This Seat once ate, but for this mortal realm, they're barely palatable!]

[The preparation is dreadful, though, and the roasting is even worse. What a waste of good ingredients!]

[And he boasts about it? Where does that confidence come from?]

[Did Liang Jingru give it to him?]

Ning Wen: "..."

If Uncle Bone heard that, he'd probably cut me down on the spot.

Phoenix marrow aside, are you sure about eating dragon liver?

Have you forgotten who you claimed your first wife was?

Eating her kin right in front of Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena? You're ruthless!

Aren't you afraid Gu Yuena will take you down with her?

Hearing that inner voice, Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened. He glanced at Gu Rong without thinking.

I never should've brought it up.

Veins bulged on Gu Rong's forehead, but he held himself back.

Look closely, though, and his hands were trembling.

No one could stay calm after being mocked for no reason.

Ning Wen ignored the Voice Pack's rant, grabbed some roast meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rich juices flooded his mouth. For all the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear's formidable defense, its meat was incredibly tender, without a single tough sinew. It melted on his tongue.

Ning Wen jolted as though struck by lightning. His eyes flew wide, practically shining.

Delicious!!!!!

So delicious!!!!

Heavens, what kind of divine flavor is this?

It tasted even better than the food he had eaten at Michelin restaurants in his previous life.

As the savory juices reached his stomach, warmth spread through him. The tension and fatigue of the day seemed to melt away with it.

"Little Wen, what do you think?"

Gu Rong stared at Ning Wen wolfing down the meat.

Didn't you look down on my cooking?

Then why are you enjoying it so much?

"Mmph—delicious! This is delicious!"

With his cheeks bulging, Ning Wen mumbled, "No wonder it's one of the ten greatest delicacies in the world!"

An ill-timed voice cut in, edged with mockery.

[Delicious?]

[A mortal's palate truly is pitifully crude.]

[This Seat stands by what I said. The cooking is dreadful. Only the quality of the ingredients makes it barely edible.]

[This Seat has never seen someone so bad at cooking yet so confident.]

Ning Wen: "..."

Haven't you gone a bit too far?

It tastes great!

Besides, I didn't have to do a thing. I just sat here and waited for food to be served.

Do you really need to mock him like that?

The Voice Pack snorted and continued as if its judgment were obvious.

[Hmph. Bad cooking is a sin!]

[Let's judge the food on its merits. To you, it's a rare delicacy.]

[To This Seat, it's nothing more than refuse I must swallow to fill this body.]

[In my previous life, This Seat roamed the myriad worlds and once cooked a Kunpeng. Its fish form was too big for one pot; transformed into a bird called Peng, it needed two specially made roasting racks!]

[This Seat still remembers the taste vividly. Who knows whether I'll ever have the chance to enjoy it again in this life?]

[One bite filled me with divine power and cleansed my soul. It was a feast for both palate and cultivation.]

[Alas, how far This Seat has fallen, reduced to eating such unworthy fare. It tastes like chewing wax.]

Toward the end, a trace of longing entered the voice.

But its lofty arrogance was stronger still.

Ning Wen paused mid-chew and rolled his eyes.

The Voice Pack's boasts are getting more ridiculous by the minute!

Now it's bringing up an ancient divine beast like the Kunpeng!

And eating it two different ways!

Stewed!

Roasted!

Dream on!

Wouldn't that burst the Divine Realm?

The Kunpeng was terrifyingly powerful in any setting.

And Douluo sat at the bottom of the fantasy power scale.

That said plenty about the strength of its Divine Realm.

One casual puff from a Kunpeng would probably blow the Douluo Divine Realm to dust.

Fine, fine. You're amazing. Happy?

Gu Rong's mood had improved after Ning Wen praised his cooking, but then this happened.

The cooking is dreadful, and only the ingredients make it barely edible!

Does he think it tastes good or not?

He was devouring the roast and praising it to the skies.

Yet in his heart, he kept putting it down and questioning Gu Rong's cooking.

If it really tastes bad, why are you eating so fast?!

What part of that looks like you don't enjoy it?

The gap between his words and thoughts was one for the ages.

"Little Wen, when we first came to find you, weren't you cooking?"

Seeing Gu Rong's face grow darker, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly changed the subject.

"Mm. I know a little, but I'm sure it's nowhere near as good as Uncle Bone's," Ning Wen replied casually.

His cooking was merely edible. Better to be modest.

[How could mortals like you be worthy of the delicacies This Seat creates?]

Ning Wen: "..."

You're just scared.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received an additional reward: God-Level Culinary Arts!]

Just then, the Voice Pack's announcement suddenly rang out in Ning Wen's mind.

At the same time, a vast flood of culinary knowledge poured into his head.

Before, it only gave me Basic Swordsmanship Mastery!

And now it's handing me God-Level Culinary Arts!

Isn't that difference a bit much?

If you've got the nerve, make it god-level swordsmanship instead of Basic Swordsmanship Mastery.

Basic and God Level were worlds apart—the difference between hell and heaven.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ning Wen was now the greatest chef alive.

Even if the God of Cookery descended, Ning Wen was confident he could beat him in a cooking contest.

"Perfect. Roasting all this by myself is taking too long. Why don't you help?"

Gu Rong clearly had no intention of letting Ning Wen off that easily.