Chapter 679

"Ah Jun, I'm hungry!" Sandora had tugged at Chen Jun's sleeve countless times already.

In fact, no one needed to be told—the sound of this Empress licking her lips could be heard throughout the entire Hive Palace.

Compared to the completely incomprehensible mutated version of Weigong Shilang and others' information gathering, the immediate priority was getting Red Archer to pull out his pots, pans, and utensils and cook something to eat.

If Chen Jun hadn't been holding her back tightly, Sandora would have already rushed forward and bitten into the screen.

"I'll make you some Kangshifu to tide you over." Chen Jun suddenly noticed Sandora's mouth was already moving: "Wait, what are you eating?!"

Sandora was shoving a cloud-like mist into her mouth, and new tendrils of mist occasionally emerged from the machine in her hands.

"So delicious! One bite tastes like a blend of planets and stars in creamy sauce!" Sandora broke off a spinning nebula: "Ah Jun, try some too—this cake keeps growing on its own!"

"Where did this come from?"

"Of course, it was teleported through a portal established in the biological camera's mouth."

Sandora greedily gnawed at the cake while everyone turned back to the screen, where a Hearing Song Shu was exploring the "starfield" from a first-person perspective, inhaling massive clouds of "stardust" like a storm.

Suddenly, the starfield tore open—a hand reached in and grabbed the squirrel, pulling it out.

【Don't run off, Sandi little one】Song Shuhang placed the squirrel back on his shoulder and apologized to Weigong Shilang: 【Sorry about that, Master Weigong】

【It's fine—I made something ordinary people can eat. But why are you suddenly calling me Master? I'm younger than you, aren't I?】

【All the Immortal Chefs like Bie Xue Xianji respect you, so naturally I follow suit and call you Master. Don't mind the details—unless you're implying this is exclusive to Young Lady Kiriya Sakura?】

【Shuhang.】

【Cough—sorry, I spoke out of turn.】

"Ah!" Sandora frowned in disappointment: "I haven't had enough yet—this is such an appetizer!"

The teleportation channel was shut off; Sandora reluctantly saved the last piece, waiting for it to expand again before putting it in her mouth.

"After it grows, the flavor gets weaker."

She turned her head toward Red Archer and Weigong, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"I'll grant you several universes, and let Ji'er lend you the Breaker Sword again."

"Impossible! We don't have that kind of culinary skill!"

Not even imitation was possible—just looking at it made one's scalp tingle. Could the original Breaker Sword even possess such power? Even the enhanced version strengthened by Dingdang couldn't achieve this level, could it?

The Masters and Servants of the fifth Holy Grail War in Shadow City all felt their scalps prickling.

Too many strange things—Record Keepers and the Central Mainframe had not stopped analyzing, continuously updating their files.

Could the Breaker Sword also project?

What is the Supreme Sword Sect?

A Holy Grail that grants wishes to create universes?

What does it mean that Weigong Shilang's power hasn't recovered to even one ten-thousandth? What does it mean to have a sword technique that suppresses the time-river of countless worlds? Coach, isn't the tone way too different from this side?

"Could it be that someone possessed his body and took it over?"

This was too bizarre—among these people was a Creation God capable of generating multiverses, not some mass-produced artificial universe, and this Creation God planned to have Weigong Shilang cook his own created universes.

Too strange—among this group are creation deities capable of generating multiverses, and this isn't some mass-produced artificial universe; yet that creation deity plans to have Weigong Shilang dispose of the universe he created.

Disappointed but slightly sated, Sandora asked: "He named the squirrel Sandi—and said it'll become a scientist someday?"

"I think he's referencing SpongeBob—earlier, when he stole Gilgamesh's treasury, he quoted Fat Tiger's lines and recited lines from the Tongjian Series."

"Earlier, he was cosplaying the Golden Beast from an ACG game," added Pao Pao, the Xiling mainframe who loved collecting life-sized figurines, supplementing the context.

Chen Jun's expression twisted: "The key point is—these references are overlapping?"

Who the hell is this guy—a walking amalgamation of internet memes?

"If you didn't notice, then fine." Sandora swallowed and issued a command, sending the squirrel scurrying again toward the open-air cooking station, the camera shifting to the dishes.

"Good that you didn't notice." Shandora swallowed, then issued an order sending Hearing Song Shu scurrying out toward the open-air cooking station; the camera shifted to the dishes.

You're not thinking of…?

"I also synced the olfactory system, Ah Jun—smell this! It's so fragrant!" Sandora shook Chen Jun's arm pitifully with the device.

At the sight of food, the Empress's former dignity vanished completely.

"Be careful not to expose yourselves—we're conducting a covert investigation," Chen Jun warned.

"But these dishes were made for us," Sandora pinched Chen Jun's arm again.

"But these are the dishes made for us," Shandora pinched Chen Jun's arm again.

"I'm talking about the mission—look over there!"

The squirrel lifted its head; the camera panned upward to the shrine's entrance, where a red banner with white characters hung: "Xiling Empire Time Administration Bureau: First Fanfiction Realm Team-Building Event."

Hearing Song Shu lifted its head, its viewpoint turning upward toward the shrine's entrance, where a red banner with white characters hung: "First Fantasia Team-Building of the Hilong Empire Space-Time Administration Film Crew."

Wait, who the hell are these people?!

We've had official dealings with Yagumo Shikie from the Fanfiction Realm—hanging this banner will definitely cause misunderstandings!

You think I won't sue you for copyright?!

"Perhaps they obtained our information through World Interference Theory," Taliver analyzed: "And—"

On the screen, a gap silently opened behind the cooking station—a hand as white as jade swiftly snatched up the dishes Weigong Shilang had just prepared, taking even the plates with it.

"Yagumo Shikie didn't react."

On the screen, a rift opened silently behind the cooking station; a hand as white as jade swiftly grabbed the dishes Weigong Shilang had just prepared, snatching them away along with the plates.

So the inverted Swastika Xiling is the one, huh?

"Ah Jun, try this."

A soft, icy sliver of fish flesh was shoved into Chen Jun's mouth—and in the next instant, he saw an ocean stretching between heaven and earth, countless fish completing their food chain in perfect harmony—an ultimate fishing ground.

"Jun, try this."

A soft, cold piece of fish was shoved into Chen Jun's mouth, and the next moment, he seemed to see an ocean between heaven and earth, countless fish completing the food chain within it—a veritable golden fishing ground.

"Delicious." Chen Jun turned around and saw Shandora holding a plate of familiar fish slices.

"Don't worry—I made this dish vanish on an unknowable, immeasurable level through the Void creature's properties. I'm watching it." Shandora wiped her mouth.

【Strange—ingredients are running low, Shi Hao, do you have any more meat?】

Weigong Shilang wiped sweat from his forehead: 【I feel like I'm losing strength. Ilya, lend me some mana.】

【Shilang, open your mouth~】 Ilya floated before Weigong Shilang.

【You can just give me the mana directly—there are still so many people here.】

【Sister I'm charging interest, you know.】

The shy boy, the forward girl—their lips drew closer on screen. Is this mana replenishment?!

【Shandi, why are you running off again? Uh, did I come at a bad time?】 Song Shuhang grabbed Hearing Song Shu and asked awkwardly.

Is it climate shock?

Weigong Shilang felt more exhausted today than usual—even with Huai Shi helping, he nearly collapsed twice before finishing all the dishes.

He grabbed a bottle of energy supplement he drank while working and gulped it down, calming himself after a long while.

"Damn you, Hearing Song Shu! Shuhang!"

Ilya pouted, picked up a silk scarf, and gently wiped Weigong Shilang's forehead and face.

"It's not his fault." Weigong Shilang took her small hand, placed it on his forehead, sensed for a moment, then smiled: "I'll make you a hamburger patty now."

"Just make it ordinary, Shilang—don't use that cooking method today." Ilya's tone was firm.

Weigong Shilang nodded.

He took out ordinary ingredients, chopped onions and mixed them with beef, added egg and flour, stirred in cheese, then innovatively added some roasted portobello mushrooms.

Finally, he sprayed a tiny bit of olive oil onto the pan bottom.

Sizzle!

A simple yet rich aroma of ingredients mingled with smoke as it rose—Weigong Shilang.

"When I was young, Kiritsugu said he liked German hamburger patties, so I"

"Always wanted to make one that matched Germany's."

Weigong Shilang flipped the patty, cooked it through, and plated it: "I thought—if I made it, maybe he wouldn't keep leaving home to wander."

"." Ilya fell silent for two seconds, then asked curiously: "Are you thinking of Kiritsugu?"

"Yes." Weigong Shilang didn't deny it. He placed a knife and fork before Ilya:

"But back then, I didn't know he was going to Germany to find you. Compared to the hamburger patty, you were always more important, Ilya."

The dinner knife sliced through the patty; juices flowed along the cut and mingled with rising steam. Ilya carefully blew on it, then placed the patty in her mouth and chewed.

"For me, nothing is happier than eating food you cook every day."

Ilya's eyelashes dipped slightly; unconsciously, her lips curled upward as she whispered:

"Every day now, compared to the past—if we can just keep living like this, even if you marry everyone else, it doesn't matter, because Ilya is happy."

"So, I also wish you happiness, Shilang."

She lifted her head, her wine-red eyes fixed on Weigong Shilang: "I won't go anywhere. I won't run off. I'll always stay by your side."

【Task (Remember Your Original Intent): Given the host's excessive use of high-end ingredients—exceeding your own capability and detecting external interference and auxiliary plugins.】

Therefore, the system issues a special task: create a new dish using ordinary ingredients and earn genuine satisfaction from diners.】

【Current Progress: 1/1000】

【Upon completion, the reward mechanism will be restarted.】

Weigong Shilang froze for a moment.

Around him, tipsy guests were slapping tables and laughing; Xiao Yan had taken a cluster of the Immortal Bird Flame from Fujiwa Mihong and was happily testing a new Fire Lotus.

Clusters of strange flames surged; just then, Song Shuhang ran over to fish "Shandi" out of a wine jug, completely unaware of the blooming Fire Lotus behind him.

Fireworks exploded, drawing everyone's gaze.

"So I'm really an idiot—I've been ignoring the most basic, fundamental things."

Weigong Shilang chuckled bitterly, then knelt on one knee before Ilya's startled expression: "It might be late to say this now, but Ilya—"

"You can accept a non-German wedding, but before that—"

He took her right hand and projected Ganjiang and Moye, then transformed them into a pair of rings with Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements: "Will you marry me? Right here, in this shrine."

Ilya tilted her head, staring blankly as she slipped the black-and-white entwined ring onto her finger.

A strange smile appeared on her face; tears traced down her cheeks, reflecting the scene behind her: Song Shuhang, clad in Flame Armor but charred black, collapsed on the ground, holding up Hearing Song Shu, while Su Lin's true form stepped out from the air beside him.

Su Lin put down the camera and said: "I'll send you the developed photos."

"." Weigong Shilang stared blankly to the side: "Why are you here?"

"I'm technically your father. Isn't it normal to care about my kids' emotional lives?" Su Lin shrugged.

He pulled the storage card labeled "Winter Woods Love Story (Heavenly Ilya Route)" from the camera and placed it into his extradimensional vault.

He pulled the storage card labeled "Winter Woods Love Story (Heavenly Illya Route)" from the camera and placed it into his subspace vault.

"I'll sit at the elders' table."

Weigong Shilang and Ilya stood frozen in place for a long while.

"How did you end up with such a strange hobby?" Meng Qi sipped his wine.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you for stealing my wedding gift money." Before Su Lin finished speaking, he found the man collapsed on the ground, fast asleep.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you, the one who led the raid on my share of the money," Su Lin hadn't finished speaking when he noticed the fellow had collapsed on the ground and fallen fast asleep.

"It's rare to have such a lively, festive occasion, but I still think we should seek the approval of the Fantasia's administrator."

Kaguya smiled hesitantly: "Provided you bring many people to Fantasia—currently, the number is still acceptable."

Kaguya smiled slightly, troubled: "On the condition that you won't bring too many people to Gensokyo; the current number is still acceptable."

The wedding will surely bring along countless relatives; forget about the Wei Gong family's heroic lineage, just Lu Mingfei's countless aunts and uncles—dragons, humans, and the like—will add up to no small number.

"Let's ask about it later."

Su Lin sipped his wine, then shook his head with an air of weary authority: "My wounds aren't even healed yet, and now I have to labor over this bunch of worthless youngsters' wedding."

"Can the pills from yesterday be improved?"

"Even if they last longer, that'd be fine."

"Actually, there's something better," Kaguya thought, then said: "But some of the ingredients for that pill are on the moon—you'd have to get them from Chang'e, who's imprisoned in the Moon Capital."

"Can't you, the Lord of the Yin Star, think of a way for Your Majesty?" Su Lin felt the mythology of this world was a mess: "Isn't the Cold Palace your home?"

"Heh." Kaguya covered her smile with her sleeve, "And that pill's cost is extremely high, when you calculate it all—"

"Uncle! I found the dog—I can start work at Heaven early!" Yang Jian ran along a narrow path outside the shrine, led by Inaba no Miko.

"What about considering becoming a son-in-law of Eternity Pavilion?"

Click-click-click

The flash went off.

A dark shadow emerged from the grass, leapt past Yang Jian, and flew toward the cliff's edge.

"Breaking news! The outsider Su Lin is about to become a son-in-law of Eternity Pavilion!"

Su Lin stared blankly at that direction for a moment,

then turned his gaze to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian: "."

"Your Majesty has been looking for an opportunity to send Yang Jian down to the mortal realm—you should pay closer attention daily."

His cousin's reminder echoed in his ear.

Yang Jian turned his head stiffly, pretending nothing had happened.

"First,"

"You can call me Boss or Brother—that title's too old."

"Second."

Su Lin drained his cup in one gulp, his face flushed red, and shouted: "Bring me back that heavenly dog! Crush it into the Eighteen Layers of Hell!!!"

Yang Jian's expression relaxed, and immediately summoned the "dog."

At the same time, the spiritual power and cultivation foundation left by Yang Jian in his third eye flared to life; Jin Guang spilled forth from his third eye, surging to envelop his entire body.

"Manifest the Heavens, Mirror the Sun and Moon!"

A divine warrior, wielding a three-pronged, two-edged blade, stood towering from earth to sky, wreathed in golden auspicious clouds.

【Yang Jian, at your command!】

The light from the scene shone on everyone's faces; Chen Jun rubbed his brow, tapped his ear, and gave a questioning look.