Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 539

Chapter 537 Look at this pitiful child

. “Palace Master, you’re here so early.” Zhang Konghu thought it was Commander Liu who had summoned Jiang Li. He gave the candied haws fruit on the top to the baby and ate the rest himself.

“You guys chat, I’ll cook.” Zhang Konghu piled the ingredients on the ground and pulled out pots and pans from his storage ring.

Zhang Konghu had been wandering around for years and was an expert at cooking.

The minimum cultivator in the Human Emperor Palace was at the Spiritual Transformation stage, and there was no kitchen. Zhang Konghu had to find a makeshift place to cook.

He began to stir things up in the corner of the side hall.

The ingredients, mainly pheasants, were still resisting, and Zhang Konghu and the ingredients grappled.

The pheasant, as its name suggests, has the strength to move mountains, and ordinary cultivators dared not approach it.

Besides the pheasant, there were also winged oxen.

Jiang Li looked up at the oxen flying overhead, unsure of what to say.

Zhang Konghu used his magical powers, using his Fusion stage cultivation to suppress the ingredients, and sharpened his knife.

Flying Bull tried to break out of the side hall, but ended up bumping into Commander Huang, who was entering.

Flying Bull was knocked unconscious, and Zhang Konghu dragged it away, never to regain consciousness.

Commander Huang’s face was pale, his legs trembling, and he was in a terrible state.

“What happened to you?” Jiang Li hurriedly supported Commander Huang.

Commander Huang smiled wistfully, “I accidentally got poisoned on the way here. It was a minor poison, but practicing a technique can eliminate it. The poison was eliminated, but something went wrong with the technique, and I’ve been having stomachaches. I’ve already gone to the restroom fifteen times today.”

Jiang Li quickly asked Commander Liu to support Commander Huang.

“I told you all along that eating one of my leaves would be fine, so why didn’t you eat it?” Commander Liu plucked out a strand of his hair, which transformed into a verdant willow leaf.

Commander Huang shook his head firmly.

“Sorry, sorry, I was delayed on the way.” Commander Mu had also arrived, but he wasn’t alone. Following him was a shy, brown-skinned female cultivator. This

was the Gu Clan leader, Aisu.

Commander Liu privately told Commander Mu that if he learned the techniques Jiang Li had taught him in reverse order to pursue girls, he would succeed.

Now it seems to be true.

Aisu greeted everyone with a blushing face, and Commander Mu also said that they would choose a date to get married.

Jiang Li thought that he had taught her well, and nodded with a smile, saying that he would definitely go.

His method was still useful. It only took Commander Mu ten years to succeed.

“Take my punch!” Zhang Konghu shouted, and beat the meat filling with all his strength. His punches were so fast that they appeared in the air.

“Keep your voice down.” Commander Huang muttered, holding his stomach. He was practicing martial arts, and when he was about to recover, he was scared by Zhang Konghu, and the trajectory of the martial arts returned to its original state.

“You don’t understand, beating the meat filling will make it extra chewy. After you eat the beef meatballs I make, you will never want to eat others’ again.” Zhang Konghu was full of confidence, and his punches made a sound of breaking through the air.

“Then I won’t eat it.” Commander Huang shook his head.

Zhang Konghu pulled out another kitchen knife and began to cook white-cut chicken, his clamoring rhythmically earning the infant a steady nod.

The infant struggled to chew the candied haws. The slippery coating made it difficult to get into his mouth, requiring him to devour it in one bite. But the infant’s tiny mouth couldn’t handle that, and the infant kept fighting the candied haws.

Now, hearing the sound of Zhang Konghu chopping vegetables, the infant finally gave up his fight with the candied haws.

“This kid’s so cute, Xiaomu! Let’s have one too!” Aisu approached to play with the child, her laughter even happier than the child’s.

Commander Mu coughed and whispered, “Let’s talk about it when we get home.”

Aisu, realizing it wasn’t appropriate to say such things in public, shyly lowered her head.

“Then, then, wait until we get home.”

“Have you tested your spiritual roots? What kind are they?” Seeing the baby’s crying had subsided, Jiang Li approached to tease him.

“Golden Spiritual Roots.”

“Good aptitude! When this child begins practicing, I’ll create a technique tailored for him.”

“Thank you very much, Palace Master,” Commander Ma Zhuo hurriedly thanked him.

At this moment, Zhang Konghu approached: “I want to make clay pot rice.”

Frightened, Commander Ma Zhuo quickly protected the child: “You can’t give me the child.”

Zhang Konghu, puzzled by his colleagues’ reaction: “I’ll ask Brother Jiang for a fire. The better the fire, the better the clay pot rice.”

Jiang Li, intrigued, stepped forward to help.

A ball of Nanming Lihuo appeared in his palm, scorching the clay pot rice.

“Brother Jiang, why did I remember you weren’t a good cook?” Zhang Konghu scratched his head.

Faced with Zhang Konghu’s skepticism, Jiang Li expressed displeasure: “I don’t know how to cook complex dishes, but the key to clay pot rice is controlling the flame, which is easy for me.”

After a while, Jiang Li turned down the fire and lifted the lid. He found that the rice and the pot had become one, fused together by the Nanming Lihuo, making it difficult to separate.

Either leave it alone, or eat both.

Seeing this, Commander Mu hugged Aisu and analyzed, “The Palace Master’s move is very meaningful. The Nanming Fire is a test. Under the test of the fire, the rice and the pot overcame difficulties and became one. This is the Palace Master’s blessing to us.”

Aisu gently hit Commander Mu’s chest and said it was annoying.

Jiang Li handed the clay pot rice to Commander Mu with an expressionless face: “Then you eat the blessing.”

Commander Mu was silent for a moment.

Later, Zhang Konghu made another clay pot rice.

When Zhang Konghu was cooking, golden light emerged, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky and the earth. The phantoms of dragons and tigers fought in the air. After the winner was decided, the phantoms of dragons and tigers returned to the dish.

“What the hell is this?” Commander Ma was stunned for a long time and couldn’t figure out the principle.

Jiang Li explained on the side: “Konghu made changes based on the “Golden Light Mantra” and created the “Golden Light All-Seeing Mantra”. When cooking, strange phenomena will appear in the sky at random.”

“What’s the use of this?”

“What do you think is the most important thing in a duel between two masters?”

“What?”

“It’s momentum.”

After a while of idle chatter, Zhang Konghu finished his meal and invited everyone to come and eat.

Commander Mu gently took the beef tendon ball that Zhang Konghu had been boasting about for so long and bit it hard, causing it to bounce back.

“…”

Was it necessary to make it bounce so quickly?

It had to be said that Zhang Konghu was incredibly talented at cooking. The sight of a table full of delicious food made anyone drool.

The baby was no exception.

The child stared at the others eagerly, sucking at his pacifier with a look of grievance.

“Look at this pitiful child.” Zhang Konghu couldn’t bear it any longer. He picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chopsticks, waved it in front of the child, and then ate it himself.

“The child can’t even see the food from such a distance. Come, take a closer look.” Zhang Konghu waved it in front of the baby every time he ate.

The aroma was so overwhelming that the baby couldn’t stop drooling, and he could only suck at the pacifier.

Commander Huang sorted out the route of his technique and finally felt his stomachache subside. He looked up and saw only empty plates on the table.

Zhang Konghu slapped his forehead and said, “I forgot you were here.”

(End of this chapter)