Chapter 218: 217 You, Demon Emperor, Are Way Too Much

It seems that Shashou Ge's reputation in Yunguang City isn't good; many people dislike him. Those who do like him are probably only some clueless youngsters, aside from the opposite sex.

After all, the title "World's Number One Assassin" is indeed striking and carries a certain cachet; there's no point arguing that.

"By the way, Shashou Ge… Wu Yun, did you and Wu Yun ever have any conflict in the past?"

"In the past?" The nonstop accusations against Wu Yun from Di Yi Tian Wu were interrupted by Wang Wu; after a moment he thought, "Actually, he had no real conflict with me then or now."

"I told you, that kid is very cunning, avoids strength and fears hardness. My power far exceeds his, so how could he possibly have any grievance against me?"

"Is that so?" Wang Wu wasn't surprised, because it indeed matches Wu Yun's character.

After all, Shashou Ge always portrays himself as a tough guy who isn't swayed by profit when chatting with him. Yet Wang Wu knows this very well.

He never dares to retort when his own older brother insults him in the group, though he's sharp in verbal sparring with other experts; but once challenged to a duel, he immediately pretends to be dead and stays silent.

This person is indeed rather clever, rather straightforward, which is completely at odds with the image he tries so hard to craft.

Still, it doesn't matter; Wang Wu still respects Shashou Ge.

No matter what kind of person he is, Wang Wu's respect for him will not change.

Come to think of it, Shashou Ge seems to have a fair number of female confidantes, though certainly not as many as him. He also appears to have a principal wife, but she never dared to confess to him.

To be precise, it's almost explicit, yet Shashou Ge seems very dull in this regard, completely missing his wife's "explicit" signals.

Yes, it's an almost explicit hint, but some people, if you don't speak openly, they simply won't understand.

Even if he also harbors that kind of feeling toward you.

Wang Wu doesn't know why that principal wife never makes it clear; a direct confession would suffice, leading them to a happy ending.

Unfortunately, she didn't do that, and he doesn't know why.

As for others' romantic affairs, Wang Wu has always been just a spectator; how they develop is up to the individuals.

Wang Wu isn't like Yao Qing, Zhao Xingyue and the others who like to meddle with plotlines; in fact, probably every opposite‑sex person around him shares that hobby.

After all, his master has ordered him countless times while on the ship, yet Wang Wu still held his line.

It must be said, Di Yi Tian Wu's cooking is truly top‑tier, worthy of his title as Yunguang City's Number One Chef God. The skill is so fierce that one meal raised Wang Wu's future benchmark.

This also made Wang Wu a bit regretful; honestly, he shouldn't have come for this meal, lest he never taste such good food again…

"Are you starting to regret eating my food?"

As if reading his mind, while Wang Wu was thinking that, Di Yi Tian Wu suddenly asked.

"Um, well, indeed." Wang Wu smiled and nodded, "I am actually a bit regretful now."

"Don't worry, you won't be unable to digest other people's food." Di Yi Tian Wu comforted, "My dishes have nothing special, you can still eat other foods; you'll just unconsciously compare what I make with what you've eaten before."

"But that's also a good thing; it prevents you from being bought off by a single meal."

"Um, I doubt anyone can be bought off by just one meal, right?" Though pleased with Di Yi Tian Wu's cooking, hearing him say it would keep him from being bought off by a meal made Wang Wu a bit skeptical.

"Haha, some people are just like that." Di Yi Tian Wu laughed, "Don't underestimate a meal; sometimes success or failure hinges on that very meal."

"Then, in that case, why didn't you, Big Brother Tian Wu, use your cooking to win your first love's heart?" Wang Wu asked curiously.

No malice, just pure curiosity and confusion.

Because Wang Wu truly had no ill intent, even though Di Yi Tian Wu's forehead veins were about to burst, he forced a smile:

"Haha, ha, in this world, there are things a single meal can't solve…"

"Some people are naturally indifferent to food and drink; after all, Ding Lingling is Ding Dahu's daughter, raised on her father's meals, so it's normal she's immune to my cooking."

"Even now, my cooking is only on par with my master Ding Dahu." Speaking of past sorrows, Di Yi Tian Wu sighed.

"Ding Dahu's cooking is that fierce?" Wang Wu was surprised; he had assumed Di Yi Tian Wu's culinary talent matched his martial talent—both extraordinarily high.

But he didn't expect that Di Yi Tian Wu's culinary master was also that formidable.

Still, it makes sense; after all, Ding Dahu seems to be a master as well. Regardless of Di Yi Tian Wu's past strength, his combat ability is probably no lower than a first‑rank expert.

"Yes, his cooking may be the strongest in Yunguang City over the past two thousand years—excluding the Human Empire era, of course."

Speaking of his master, Di Yi Tian Wu's face showed a sigh, "But it's a pity—so tragic. My master's heart is crooked; he has great culinary skill yet refuses to use it righteously, instead seeking to dominate Yunguang City's chef world and monopolize all chef training."

Wang Wu didn't know why Ding Dahu was assassinated by the Evil Heaven King; earlier Di Yi Tian Wu only said his master deserved death, without explaining why.

Now that he's given the reason, Wang Wu's expression grew solemn.

This is indeed a serious issue.

From this one can see that Wang Wu has been heavily assimilated; perhaps that's the price of cultivating the techniques of Shashou Ge's world. If he were still untrained, hearing Di Yi Tian Wu's story he'd probably find it hard to grasp.

But now, Wang Wu doesn't find any difficulty in Di Yi Tian Wu's account of why a fellow disciple killed his master.

He only thinks both masters truly deserved death, being corrupt, and that their early demise is a great boon for everyone in this world.

After all, that world isn't his hometown; many things can't be judged by his home's mindset. One must learn to put oneself in others' shoes rather than view from a completely unrelated perspective.

Wang Wu does this well, so he immerses himself accordingly.

"So, your master truly was very evil."

"More than evil." Di Yi Tian Wu muttered, "He may have culinary skill, but lacks virtue, just like that World's Number One Assassin—his restaurant's dishes are all substandard. Though his cooking makes the food edible, it's still disrespect to diners."

"What the hell, a single ingredient costs so little, yet labor costs start at five hundred per dish—this damn thing makes him filthy rich, a born beast; the labor fee is utterly unreasonable!"

"But Ding Dahu was Yunguang City's Number One Chef God, right? Before he died." Wang Wu asked.

"So what?" Di Yi Tian Wu glared, "The top chef can charge five hundred for a single dish? That's even his cheapest. Do you know what that is? It's damn pickled vegetables!"

"Pickled vegetables! Do you know what pickled vegetables are?" Di Yi Tian Wu shouted, "When I was a kid, my dad loved making them—one batch filled a cart; we couldn't finish them, so we gave them to neighbors for free!"

"Damn, that stuff costs only a few coins! Even using the best greens to pickle, it's still only a few coins!!"

It's clear Di Yi Tian Wu is extremely dissatisfied with his teacher's behavior, and his comment on the Evil Heaven King's killing of his master is merely a slight grievance about the assassination.

As for killing, it must be done, but it should be done honorably and with righteous spirit.

Not like the Evil Heaven King's covert act, which is truly a rat in the gutter.

Of course, those words weren't Wang Wu's thoughts but Di Yi Tian Wu's. Wang Wu, of course, doesn't care about the Evil Heaven King's deeds.

"Tch, I thought your dishes were delicious, but it's just like that, huh?"

Yin Shenli was clearly also the type of person who wouldn't be bought with a single meal, but from the hot tears welling in her eyes now she was probably just being stubborn.

"You can keep being stubborn, I have no objection." Di Yi Tian Wu glanced at him, replied to her, and then stopped paying attention to the woman.

During this meal, Yin Shenli received a treatment that other demons didn't get; Di Yi Tian Wu prepared an entire table of dishes for her to eat at a side table, while Wang Wu and the others ate at the main table together with Di Yi Tian Wu.

Of course, there was no real difference in the quality of the food; actually, Yin Shenli ate better than Wang Wu and the others.

Although the portions were a bit small—each dish was only a tiny bit—Di Yi Tian Wu truly gave his all in preparing that table for her, reaching his highest level.

So Yin Shenli ate with tears and snot streaming down her face, crying as she ate.

Wang Wu was curious midway, wondering why his master was crying—was it because the meal reminded him of his parents in the heavens… wait, no, the master has no parents; his supposed in‑laws don't exist.

She came out of a laboratory.

It wasn't until Di Yi Tian Wu told him that the food was simply too delicious, causing Yin Shenli to weep and sob, that Wang Wu believed it; he only accepted after Di Yi Tian Wu let Wang Wu taste a bite from Yin Shenli's table.

So for a while he became just like Yin Shenli, but he handled it better, not crying as she did.

After the meal, the demons were all satisfied; Yin Shenli still pretended to be stubborn, but as she left she began frantically booking restaurants in Cloud Light City on her phone.

"By the way, master, if you can't book in Cloud Light City, you could try booking restaurants in other cities."

After returning to the ship, when he went to sleep that night, Wang Wu, watching his master still frantically tapping the phone, gave a reminder.

"Other cities?" Yin Shenli was momentarily stunned, then caught on.

"You did remind me," she patted her disciple's shoulder. "You're at least somewhat useful, not completely worthless…"

"In that case, I'll reward you."

Wang Wu didn't know why Yin Shenli was so obsessed with winning verbal battles, but he had to admit her eloquence had indeed become very high.

In a few moves she could argue herself into speechlessness, even opening her mouth and closing her eyes.

Of course, saying "a few moves" might be an exaggeration—more like over forty minutes.

But that's already impressive; although Wang Wu isn't good at debating, it would take at least an hour and a half to make him lose temporarily.

No exaggeration— it really does take that long, and you have to maintain high‑intensity output the whole time, otherwise it would take even longer.

What's that saying again? The taste of marrow you just unlocked is always the most fun.

One can only say it's because Yin Shenli is a top‑master of the Fuyu Realm; otherwise she couldn't go on like this for over ten hours without a break.

Wang Wu only slept for half an hour last night, but at his level not sleeping is actually fine.

Around noon the next day, demons arrived from Wind Nation.

Not Qiong Ji, but a higher‑ranked big boss beyond Qiong Ji.

Because Di Yi Tian Wu appeared, Wang Wu's group of demons naturally received high attention from Wind Nation.

After all, among these demons there was already a Star Lord‑rank great demon, and now a Demon Emperor showed up, which would overwhelm Qiong Ji.

Fortunately, he quickly recovered his senses and immediately reported upward after returning.

Demon Emperor‑level strongmen are scarce in Wind Nation, maybe only a few tens of thousands.

Indeed, there are many strong demons, but even more humans, given their reproductive capacity and population.

Even though demon masters generally surpass humans in quality, that advantage is negligible against the humans' numerical superiority.

Fortunately, this world's wars aren't judged by the number of strong individuals; in interstellar war, it's the fleet that matters.

Of course, strong individuals are still important.

There are few strongmen of Di Yi Tian Wu's level in the entire Solar System, but here, strongmen of his level are abundant.

Although tens of thousands of Demon Emperors may sound excessive, this is an interstellar civilization, and that figure is actually relatively low within it.

Undoubtedly, this world is a paradise for Earth war maniacs like Di Yi Tian Wu and his crew.

"We mean no harm; we're just here to sightsee."

When several Demon Emperors appeared before Wang Wu's ship, even though the battle spirit surged inside, Di Yi Tian Wu managed to suppress it well.

He smiled and greeted the Demon Emperors.

(End of Chapter)