Chapter 171: Is This the Master Chef You Were Talking About?

In truth, he had already devised a way to approach the Left Virtuous King. There was absolutely no need to rely on a cook, or even someone who might not truly be a cook, who was utterly unrelated to him. All he had to do was contact Feng Sheng once more and ask him to provide a minor figure capable of delivering a message.

With this, his chances of meeting the Left Virtuous King would greatly improve, rather than remaining as foolish and naive as he was now.

If the earlier stages of cultivation could be advanced step by step, the latter part was far more difficult to master. Without a sudden breakthrough, it would mean a long, arduous journey of solitary cultivation ahead.

She merely nodded perfunctorily, meeting his familiar yet intimidating gaze. Uneasy, she pressed her lips together and lifted her chin slightly, as if to summon a bit of courage.

At that moment, his presence blocked my throat, rendering me speechless. Silence was my only response to the question.

In this moment, even Xue Changqing’s cold laugh was strikingly beautiful. She scorned the delicate peach blossoms and would never pity the shimmering peach blossom snow.

Yu Hu, with an indifferent tone, retrieved a slip of paper from his bosom, naturally inscribed with words.

On the morning of July seventh, Zhao Hui and Na Yanhua went together to the examination hall at Ninth Middle School. They arrived at the school gate, waited briefly, then the gates opened. Students entered, climbed to the second floor, and took their seats to begin the exam.

The middle-aged man was fully aware that once this news reached their side, it was clear that every transcendental faction would have already learned of it.

Whenever time allowed, Zhao Hui wrote letters to Li Zhenguo, assuring him that her studies and life at school were going well, so he need not worry.

The man’s face was stern and rugged, covered in a thick beard. Even sitting silently, he appeared intimidating.

“Why does being with me make you so nervous?” he thought, amused for a moment before calming himself again.

“You should ask Young Master Wen Gu; his great-grandfather was part of a secret national organization,” Gu Xian said, pouting slightly.

“You, you all?” Feng Qi was somewhat confused, but the violet light emitted by Zi Yun Ye felt familiar and warm, hinting at a possibility that stirred excitement in him.

Although there was no risk of internal friction between the Mixed Yuan Qi and Cold Ice True Qi, they belonged to different elemental types. When Li Bin wielded his martial arts, he couldn’t fully merge these two different energies into one cohesive force, which inevitably limited his combat effectiveness.

He descended the steps as the wind blew against him. His open suit jacket revealed a slim white shirt clinging tightly to his lean waist, where bandages could be seen wrapped beneath.

Wu Yue’s injuries were minor, but Gong Xueke, though unhurt, looked more troubled than if she were wounded. Her thoughts lingered on Qing Feng, from whom she had heard no news. The silence weighed heavily on her heart, filling her with guilt and sorrow.

“Break!” The enormous palm slammed down, instantly condensing demonic energy. Countless demonic blades whirled through the air, forming a massive whirlpool of wind and energy, like a colossal python coiling to crush the Celestial Maiden Pingliu.

Aya was momentarily stunned by his call of “Madam.” Her heart stirred with mixed emotions, cheeks flushed after his teasing words. Hastily, she rose and slipped into the kitchen.

Xie Meizhuang flipped out a long whip forged from an unknown material, unconditionally supporting Long Qingchen and making her stance clear.

The two forces collided. Qi Xuanyi’s Sun and Moon Pearl dimmed in brilliance, his breath faltered, and he struggled to channel his power. Suddenly, two massive palms descended like Mount Tai. Qi Xuanyi swung his hands, two sharp swords sweeping horizontally, transforming into a dragon and serpent entwined. The sword aura dispelled the crushing force overhead.