CHAPTER 915: CHAPTER 365: YOU ARE THE DOMINATING MARTIAL KING!

He really needs to replenish his strength now.

The meat and various medicinal ingredients in the pot were still boiling, but Chu Xisheng didn’t mind and swallowed it directly.

The fist-sized piece of meat was already cooked to extreme tenderness; after reaching his mouth, it shattered with just a grind of his teeth.

Though the broth was pitch-black and a bit burnt in flavor, it wasn’t too hard to swallow.

Perhaps he had gotten used to it—

Chu Yunyun kept watching closely until Chu Xisheng drank the broth clean, without leaving a drop of oil, returning the empty pot. Only then did a faint smile bloom on her pale, cold face.

That smile was bright and lovely, extraordinarily alluring, making Chu Xisheng slightly dazed.

Just as Chu Yunyun was cleaning the pot, Jian Cangfeng, nearby, spoke with envy: "Gracefully lifting the hem of her skirt, stepping like a lotus to be someone else’s wife, stirring the soup with her fair hands, shyly awaiting the master’s taste—if Yunyun marries in the future, she will definitely be a good wife."

He then looked into the distance, lost in his imagination: "I wonder if I, Jian, will have such fortune in the future?"

Chu Xisheng immediately rolled his eyes, wasn’t it the fair hands stirring ’black soup’? Besides, when was Chu Yunyun ever shy?

He chuckled: "Senior Brother, don’t even think about it, you have no chance. Even if you do win the beauty in the future, do you think with Coach Ye’s personality, he’d let you make soup?"

Jian Cangfeng’s expression shifted; he thought the possibility was really slim.

He glared back coldly at Chu Xisheng: "You don’t have to be so blunt."

As he was speaking, Lu Luanti also came over, holding another ’soup pot.’

"Try mine too." Lu Luanti looked confident, yet held some expectation as she gazed at Chu Xisheng: "It’s also a medicinal broth, a secret family recipe. Yunyun said you recently practiced a Secret Technique, consuming quite a bit of Essence, so you need to replenish well."

At this moment, she couldn’t clearly say what her mindset was.

A few days ago, when she saw Chu Yunyun making soup for Chu Xisheng, she inexplicably felt that this pair of siblings was a bit too close, making her feel uneasy and stifled.

Technically, she shouldn’t be at odds with Little Sister Chu, but Lu Luanti still did it.

In short, driven by some inexplicable emotions, she unexpectedly made soup for Chu Xisheng for three consecutive days.

Chu Xisheng glanced inside the pot.

Lu Luanti, a spoiled and willful heiress, surprisingly had decent cooking skills.

Though the medicinal soup was a bit burnt, it was edible.

Chu Xisheng took the pot and continued to gulp it down.

As he ate, he praised, "Not bad, once this soup hits the stomach, Primordial Qi starts growing from the Qi Veins, and it tastes good too. But next time, don’t make it. I actually don’t need to eat this much. Over-replenishing isn’t good either, it wastes food. Why not coordinate with Yunyun, and each of you make a little less?"

Lu Luanti was initially pleased with his words, but became unhappy listening further, her eyebrows arched in displeasure as she muttered, "You’re ungrateful? Even my dad hasn’t tasted the meat soup I made."

But seeing Chu Xisheng drink the broth to the last drop, she smiled again: "This is more like it. If you like it, I’ll make it again for you tomorrow."

She thought, this guy’s mouth complains, but his body speaks the truth.

He should know her skills aren’t bad by now, right?

Lu Luanti, however, didn’t notice Ji Qianqian sitting behind her, whose expression remained indifferent and disdainful as she watched.

Ji Qianqian thought, what kind of rubbish are these two women cooking?

Poor Chu Xisheng, able to stomach this.

Ji Qianqian then shook her head, closing her eyes once again.

Once this event was over, she should either leave or rest forever here.

She wasn’t interested in anything now, unable to muster any energy—

Chu Xisheng gave a wry smile.

You’re making it again tomorrow?

He handed the pot back and noticed that most of the team in the distance were watching him, their eyes sharp and intense.

Especially the yellow-faced middle-aged man in half-body armor, whose gaze was as cold as an ice blade.

Ween Zhiyi also turned her head, thoughtfully gazing in this direction.

Chu Xisheng awkwardly wiped his lips with his sleeve: "How about you cook for me when we get back, this is enough here, everyone’s mocking us."

Lu Luanti wouldn’t care what others thought.

However, when she turned her head, she inexplicably felt somewhat guilty, her legs faintly trembling.

"I think they’re not mocking you, but envying, envying so much they want to kill you."

Jian Cangfeng shook his head: "Junior Brother’s ability to attract trouble and resentment is indeed exceptional."

He was used to being cautious, feeling uneasy following Chu Xisheng.

Just as Jian Cangfeng finished speaking, his expression changed and he looked northward.

At that moment, the door of the last great hall finally opened.

From inside emerged a group of oddly shaped people, led by a burly figure nearly a zhang tall, covered in a layer of white bone armor.

Jian Cangfeng concentrated his gaze: "This is Divine Flame Palace, General White Bone, Gu Yuanchen."

The last team was actually from the Demon Sect’s Divine Flame Palace.

Chu Xisheng’s pupils slightly contracted, revealing a trace of surprise.

General White Bone, Gu Yuanchen, was the Great Elder of Divine Flame Palace.

His cultivation was at the peak of Second Grade, with the secret technique of White Bone Yuan Chen, dominating Tian Nan.

In his early years, he served as a Third Grade Assistant General in the Daning Army, hence the title ’General White Bone.’

However, Chu Xisheng was surprised because the Spiritual Sense buried in his mind by Demon God Zangtian reacted.

This Gu Yuanchen was one of the targets designated by Demon God Zangtian.