Chapter 156: Thunder Movie: Bowls, Pots, and Pans, Obey My Command (7/10, Request Subscription)

"If I could cook something delicious, I'd make the Divine Son drool."

Thinking of something delightful, Lei Dianying's lips curled up slightly.

Following the procedure, she bought a demonic beast, disassembled it, then turned to look at the Immortal Delicacy Pot.

The Immortal Delicacy Pot was no combat magic treasure—just a cooking pot; though convenient and intelligent, it was exceedingly easy to refine, requiring only a single imprint.

"Immortal Delicacy Pot, cook!"

The next instant, the Immortal Delicacy Pot activated on its own; the demonic beast meat flew into the pot, while water and seasonings were drawn in.

Moments passed.

A tantalizing aroma drifted out from the pot.

"So fragrant—I actually made this kind of delicacy?" Lei Dianying was stunned.

She had been mocked by the Divine Son for a long time over her cooking.

Who would have thought, just one pot solved this problem.

After waiting a while longer, the Immortal Delicacy Pot ceased its cooking. Lei Dianying stepped forward, gently opened the lid, and instantly a richer, more intoxicating scent spread out.

She scooped up a bowl, took a small sip, then closed her eyes, filled with a sense of bliss.

"If my sister were still here…" After a long while, she set down the bowl, gazing at the food in the pot, suddenly losing her appetite.

…

The fantasy world.

Zhang Taixuan was about to return to the Taixuan Heavenly Grotto when he sensed someone approaching swiftly, and halted.

Having become a Sword-Cutting Sovereign and mastered numerous divine arts,

he now had ample confidence.

He wasn't particularly afraid of anyone below a Great Sage.

Even if there were powerful ones, he could still flee via the chat group!

"Wang Mu of the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains, pays respects to the Taixuan Holy Son."

"Xiang Yang of the Xiang Clan of the Central Continent, pays respects to the Taixuan Holy Son."

"Yao Xi of the Yaochi, pays respects to the Taixuan Holy Son."

In moments, representatives of all major factions arrived.

Everyone was deeply curious about Zhang Taixuan.

He seemed to have sprung out of nowhere, like from a crack in a rock.

Those skilled in fate calculations found him shrouded in mist; no matter how hard they searched, they could not trace his origins.

Some claimed that the Shenxu Heavenly Grotto had a disciple named Zhang Taixuan, currently traveling the outside world.

But after careful verification, this claim was dismissed.

The Zhang Taixuan of Shenxu Heavenly Grotto had cultivated for less than half a year—Sword-Cutting Sovereign?

How could that be!

No one believed that Zhang Taixuan, the Sword-Cutting Sovereign, had cultivated for only half a year.

"May I ask what business brings you all here?" Zhang Taixuan asked the crowd.

"Wang Mu, representing the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains, congratulates the Taixuan Holy Son on achieving Sword-Cutting Sovereign, and presents a gift."

With that, he offered a gift.

"Yao Xi, representing Yaochi, congratulates the Taixuan Holy Son, and presents a single Taiyuan Great Pill. If the Holy Son has time, Yaochi welcomes his visit."

"Xiang Yang, representing the Dynasty, congratulates the Taixuan Holy Son, and presents a single pearl."

"..."

"You're all too kind," Zhang Taixuan accepted each gift one by one. "Since you're all so enthusiastic, I won't refuse."

"The Holy Son is too modest."

Seeing Zhang Taixuan accept the gifts, everyone smiled and extended invitations for him to visit.

"Once I've stabilized my realm, I'll make time to pay you all a visit."

After a small half-day of busyness, Zhang Taixuan finally saw the crowd off.

His emergence had been profoundly shocking to the great clans.

A Sword-Cutting Sovereign in this era of harsh heavens and earth carried immense weight.

He might be a future Emperor—everyone vied to befriend him.

Of course, beyond these overt displays of goodwill, some secretly resented him and would send assassins.

Crushing prodigies was something many desired to do.

Zhang Taixuan paid it no mind; he checked the gifts, confirmed they were harmless, then activated the Eight Phases Divine Art and returned in an instant to the Pot Heavenly Grotto.

This caused many watchers to frown urgently.

"Zhang Taixuan's movement technique is truly as legendary—unpredictable!"

The world of young Zhang Sanfeng.

"I never thought I'd have such a miraculous fortune!"

"Zhegu Zai, I've encountered a divine connection!"

"What's a divine connection? Can you eat it?"