Another Victim After Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch!

The Voice Pack chimed in again at just the right moment.

[To think someone would willingly humiliate himself. This world really has all sorts!]

[Even a fraction of my skill would make me a thousand times better than you.]

[What can I say? My opponent is simply too weak!]

[How lonely it is to be invincible! At last, I've experienced it again!]

[Very well. I'll let you mortals taste what real food is!]

Gu Rong was so angry his knuckles cracked.

Ning Wen almost burst out laughing.

Is this Voice Pack trying to kill me with laughter so it can inherit my estate?

Gu Rong, who had always seemed so dependable to him, looked a little ridiculous right now!

The sight only made Gu Rong angrier.

Well, look at that. He isn't even pretending anymore, is he?

Let's see what you're really capable of!

"All right. Since you insist, I'll do my best," Ning Wen said helplessly.

He had been pressed into service.

Luckily, the system had rewarded him with God-Level Culinary Arts just in time. Otherwise, this would have been awkward.

After all, the Voice Pack had just torn Gu Rong's cooking to shreds.

Even if the others couldn't hear it, Ning Wen would feel embarrassed if he botched the meal.

[Watch and learn, old man!]

[Even if you pick up just a trick or two, it'll serve you for the rest of your life.]

[Not that you have much of that left!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Voice Pack, knock it off. You're dancing on the man's grave!

But why is it so funny?

No, I really can't hold it in!

Gu Rong trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Ning Wen walked up to the large slab of Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear meat.

The meat was a deep, dark red, its texture firm and springy, its grain fine. Strands of snow-white fat formed a delicate web through the flesh, with a perfect balance of lean meat and fat.

With God-Level Culinary Arts, one glance was enough for Ning Wen to read the meat's grain. He knew exactly which parts were firm, which were rich with fat, and how to keep every drop of juice inside.

Ning Wen took out a dagger and cut the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear meat into smaller pieces.

He threaded them onto branches, matching the size and balance of fat and lean meat in every piece exactly.

[What a pity my strength is limited right now. This is the best I can do.]

[Compared to the way I roasted Kunpeng back in the day, it's still worlds apart!]

Ning Wen had long since grown used to this. He tuned it out and devoted himself to the roast.

Before long, a new aroma of roasting meat spread through the air.

Warm and lingering, it seeped into their lungs. As they breathed it in, the Soul Power in their meridians faintly stirred.

Gu Rong raised an eyebrow, surprise appearing on his face.

He hasn't used any seasoning. How can it smell so rich?

Every so often, Ning Wen gently turned the branches to heat the meat evenly on all sides.

Once the surface turned pale gold, he gathered a faint wisp of Soul Power and scattered it into countless tiny motes of light over the skewers.

The Soul Power formed an invisible film that sealed in the abundant juices while slowly drawing out the pure vitality hidden in the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear meat.

It was a small flavor-enhancing trick from God-Level Culinary Arts.

It demanded extremely precise control of a Soul Master's Soul Power.

Ning Wen also discovered that God-Level Culinary Arts had done more than improve his cooking. It had greatly increased his control over his own body.

[Passable. If I could roast it with the fire of the sun, then infuse it with the essence of the sun and moon, that would be real food!]

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

Anyone can brag!

If you're so capable, do it yourself!

Talk is cheap, you know!

Besides, roasting it with the fire of the sun and infusing it with the essence of the sun and moon? Are you refining a pill or training a monkey?

Sizzle...

Fat slowly seeped out and gleamed enticingly in the firelight. The scent of crisp, browned meat mingled with its savory aroma and swept across the forest clearing.

"That should do it."

Ning Wen took the first cooked skewer and put a piece in his mouth.

The next instant, a flavor beyond words exploded across his tongue!

He couldn't help narrowing his eyes as he savored it.

As expected of God-Level Culinary Arts. There's nothing more to say about this taste.

Ning Wen picked up another skewer and turned to Gu Rong, whose expression was complicated. "Grandpa Bone, want to try some?"

Gu Rong pushed down his mixed feelings and bit off a small piece.

The next moment, his pupils contracted sharply, and his chewing slowed of its own accord.

"Hiss—!!!"

The exquisite flavor rushed from his tongue to the top of his head as he swallowed.

A crisp, fragrant exterior. A tender, juicy interior. The pure, rich taste of a Ferocious Beast. All three came together flawlessly.

Only one thought remained in Gu Rong's mind—

Such delicious food exists in this world!!!

Good heavens—!

With that one bite, he felt as though he had entered paradise, his whole body floating on air.

"Little Wen, let Uncle Sword and me try your cooking too," Ning Fengzhi said with a curious smile.

What followed was, naturally, a delightful feast.

Ning Wen was kept busy.

Before long, the bear paw had been eaten clean.

Awkwardly, no one touched Gu Rong's roast again—not even for a single bite.

[Hmph. It's barely edible. Compared to what I ate back in the day, the difference is night and day.]

The familiar inner voice rang out once more.

The corners of Ning Fengzhi's, Chen Xin's, and Gu Rong's mouths twitched in unison.

"It really is leagues better than anything I could make!"

Gu Rong set down his skewer and let out a long breath, his feelings tangled.

He had to admit it: Ning Wen truly was an exceptional cook!

And Ning Wen hadn't used a single seasoning.

That made the skill he had displayed all the more astonishing.

Good heavens—!!!

How did he do it?

How could a six-year-old brat possibly cook like this?

If he's a reincarnated God King, then I suppose that explains it.

No, it doesn't!

What Deity would bother with something as lowly as cooking?

Yes, lowly.

On the Douluo Continent, people don't believe that food is the most important thing in life.

To most Soul Masters, cooking is a low-status profession.

Food-type Soul Masters are an exception, of course.

Then again, do food-type Soul Masters even count as cooks?

Gu Rong had only learned to cook because he had traveled widely in his youth and happened to enjoy it.

[Being bad at it is your crime. Still, since you admitted defeat so readily, I won't mock you anymore.]

[Accept my mercy with tears of gratitude!]

The Voice Pack spoke again...

Uh...

Ning Wen suddenly felt rather sorry for Uncle Bone.

Even if he couldn't hear any of it.

After Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch, another victim had been born!

That Voice Pack really was a menace!