Eating Her Own Kind in Front of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena? You're Ruthless!

"All right, it's getting late."

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

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

The tents were soon up. Three stood in a triangle, leaving an open space between them.

Meanwhile, Gu Rong cleaned the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear carcass, cut it into manageable pieces, skewered them on branches, built a fire, and started roasting the meat.

The campfire crackled fiercely. Flickering orange flames drove back the forest's darkness and chill.

Hot fat slowly dripped down the meat and onto the glowing coals, hissing pleasantly as wisps of white smoke rose.

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

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

Ning Fengzhi smiled broadly. "And we've got Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear paw, one of the ten greatest delicacies in the world. We're in for a treat."

Just then, the Voice Pack sounded again.

[Though these ingredients cannot compare to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow I once ate, they are barely fit for consumption in this mortal realm!]

[But the preparation is dreadful, and the roasting is an utter disaster. What a waste of fine ingredients!]

[And he boasts about this? Where does he get his confidence?]

[From Liang Jingru?]

Ning Wen: "..."

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

Phoenix marrow is one thing, but dragon liver? Are you sure about that?

Have you forgotten who you claimed your first wife was?

Eating her own kind in front of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena? You're ruthless!

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

Hearing that thought, Ning Fengzhi tensed and instinctively looked at Gu Rong.

I never should've brought this up.

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

A closer look, though, would have revealed that his hands were trembling.

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

Ning Wen ignored the Voice Pack's ravings, picked up a piece of roast meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rich juices filled his mouth. Despite the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear's formidable defenses, its meat was astonishingly tender, without a single tough sinew. It melted on his tongue.

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

Delicious!!!!!

So delicious!!!!

Good heavens, what kind of divine flavor is this?

It's even better than anything I ate at Michelin restaurants in my previous life.

As the rich juices reached his stomach, warmth spread through him, washing away much of the day's tension and fatigue.

"Little Wen, what do you think?"

Gu Rong stared as Ning Wen wolfed down the meat.

I thought you looked down on my cooking?

Then why are you enjoying it so much?

"Mmph—delicious! This is delicious!"

Ning Wen spoke through bulging cheeks. "No wonder it's one of the ten greatest delicacies in the world!"

Then a faintly mocking voice butted in at the worst possible moment.

[Delicious?]

[The palates of mortals truly are pitifully unrefined.]

[I stand by what I said. The preparation is dreadful. Only the quality of the ingredients makes it barely edible.]

[Never have I seen someone so inept at cooking yet so confident.]

Ning Wen: "..."

Now you're going too far!

It tastes great!

Besides, I didn't do a thing. All I had to do was sit here and wait for food to be served.

Do you really have to mock him like that?

The Voice Pack snorted and continued as though stating the obvious.

[Hmph. Being inept is a sin in itself!]

[Let us judge it on its merits. To you, it is a rare delicacy.]

[To me, it is merely dross I must eat to keep this body fed.]

[In my previous life, I roamed countless worlds and once stewed a Kunpeng. Its fish form was too large for one pot. When it transformed into a bird, its roc form required two specially made grills!]

[I still remember that flavor vividly. I wonder if I will ever taste it again in this life!]

[One bite flooded me with divine power, cleansed my soul, and delighted both my palate and my cultivation.]

[Alas, how far I have fallen, reduced to eating this paltry fare that tastes like wax.]

A trace of nostalgia entered the voice toward the end.

But its haughty condescension was far more pronounced.

Ning Wen paused mid-chew and rolled his eyes.

The Voice Pack's boasting is getting more ridiculous by the minute!

Now it's dragging in an ancient divine beast like the Kunpeng!

And serving it two ways!

Stewed!

Grilled!

Dream on!

Wouldn't that burst the Divine Realm?

Kunpeng are terrifyingly powerful in any setting.

And Douluo is practically the bottom rung of fantasy.

That tells you all you need to know about how powerful its Divine Realm is.

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

Fine, fine, you're amazing. Happy now?

Gu Rong's mood had improved when he heard Ning Wen's praise. He hadn't expected another round of this.

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

So does he think it tastes good or not?

He's devouring the roast and praising it to the skies.

Yet in his head, he keeps saying it tastes awful and questioning my cooking?

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

Does that look like someone who dislikes the food?

No one in history has ever been more two-faced.

"Little Wen, when we first came looking for you, weren't you cooking?"

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

"Mm. I know a little, but it's definitely nowhere near as good as Uncle Bone's cooking."

Ning Wen answered casually.

My cooking is barely edible. Better stay modest.

[How could mere mortals like you be worthy of the food I make?]

Ning Wen: "..."

You're just scared.

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

At that moment, the Voice Pack's announcement suddenly rang out in Ning Wen's mind.

At the same time, a vast torrent of culinary knowledge flooded into his head.

Last time, all I got was Basic Swordsmanship Mastery!

And now I get God-Level Culinary Arts right off the bat!

That's a pretty huge gap!

If you've got the nerve, replace Basic Swordsmanship Mastery with god-level swordsmanship.

Basic and god-level are worlds apart—like hell and heaven.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ning Wen was now the greatest chef of his age.

Even if the God of Cookery descended, Ning Wen was confident he could beat him in a cook-off.

"Perfect timing. Roasting all this by myself is too slow. Come give me a hand."

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