Dai Mubai: Grandmaster had him visit the gray areas and criminal underworld both inside and outside the city every day, rooting out gangs and confronting vicious men who truly licked blood from the edges of their blades, honing his commanding presence.
He also had him read about the arts of imperial rule in his spare time and deepen his understanding of the principles in the Dharma Sutra (complete edition), while warning him not to study that Strange Book as a meditation method.
Three months later, Dai Mubai had reached level forty-three.
His physique had grown more powerful, and his aura had become much more restrained. His face commanded respect without a trace of anger, and his mismatched double pupils were even more chilling. Yet they also brimmed with righteousness; anyone with a guilty conscience probably could not endure that gaze for three seconds.
Oscar's assignment remained the same as before: working as a chef. This time, however, he ran his own restaurant and had to handle the menu, ingredients, service, and everything else himself. Ma Hongjun occasionally came to help, and the restaurant's profits would go toward keeping the academy running.
Grandmaster's special training for Oscar involved incorporating cultivation into cooking, treating cooking itself as cultivation.
The goal of this special training was not merely to make him a support-type Soul Master, but to try to bring him into the divine domain and make him a true Food God.
A fine chef had to control every aspect of a dish's quality from beginning to end. Simply doing a good job of cooking it was not enough.
How well it would work depended on the opportunities that awaited him.
For now, though, the results were good. He had reached level thirty-seven.
Ning Rongrong grew suspicious. Even if Oscar possessed innate full