Chapter 96: Infiltrating the Fist Villa

Duan Fengyun returned to the inn, called Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun into his room, and took out the fruits of his trip from his bag.

"This is Bone-Softening Powder, and this is Itch Powder."

Duan Fengyun explained the effects of the Itch Powder to the two of them.

Upon hearing the effects of the Itch Powder, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun couldn't help but wipe away cold sweat; this Itch Powder was truly terrifying.

However, the most terrifying thing was their little junior brother; it was fortunate that Duan Fengyun was not their enemy.

With such black-bellied methods as Duan Fengyun's, one could only imagine what kind of torture those who made an enemy of him would suffer.

Seeing the expressions on Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's faces, Duan Fengyun laughed loudly:

"Two senior brothers, do not worry.

Given our relationship, how could I possibly use Itch Powder on you?

At most, I would only use laxatives to give you a bit of diarrhea."

Regarding Duan Fengyun, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun truly had no way to deal with him; they were no match for him in a fight, and as for verbal sparring, they had yet to see anyone who was a match for Duan Fengyun.

The three did not continue discussing Duan Fengyun's black-bellied nature; now that the Bone-Softening Powder was in hand, they had to find a way to get it into the mountain villa of the Dao God.

But the current Dao God was extremely cautious, and the people of the Fist Sect basically never went out, leaving the three of them with no way to get in.

Duan Fengyun pretended to stroll to the side of the mountain villa and saw that, unusually, a large crowd of people was gathered outside.

He walked up slowly to take a look and realized they were recruiting a cook.

Because the Dao God had been in a very bad mood lately, he would kill people at the slightest provocation.

Yesterday, because the dishes made by his personal cook were just a little too salty, he had directly beaten the cook to death.

Without a personal cook, and with the other cooks' skills not meeting his tastes, the Dao God was flying into a rage inside the villa.

To alleviate the Dao God's anger, the mountain villa was recruiting a cook during this sensitive period.

If it were recruiting for other roles, Duan Fengyun might have had to consider it, but for a cook, Duan Fengyun didn't even need to think; he dashed into the crowd and volunteered:

"Pick me, my cooking skills are super good, I guarantee Lord Dao God will be satisfied."

The Dao God's reputation preceded him, and once the people who came to apply realized it was to be the Dao God's personal cook, they all retreated in the face of difficulty.

Regarding this job, they all had the heart but not the guts; money could be earned again, but if you lost your life, you lost everything.

Seeing that no one responded despite the heavy reward offered, the Dao God's subordinates were all preparing to pack up the tables and chairs and return to the villa.

Upon hearing Duan Fengyun's words, the men were overjoyed, but when their eyes landed on Duan Fengyun, they instantly wilted; nothing about Duan Fengyun's appearance looked like a cook.

The small leader of the group asked:

"Kid, you better see clearly.

We are recruiting a personal cook for Lord Dao God; I don't need to tell you about the Dao God's personality, I assume everyone is clear on that.

Kid, if you are here to swindle us, I guarantee your head will roll.

You better think clearly; if you anger Lord Dao God, no one can protect you."

Duan Fengyun laughed:

"My lord, rest assured. Since I dare to come and apply, it means I have the confidence.

If I cannot make dishes that satisfy Lord Dao God, I am willing to be punished."

The small leader replied:

"Since you have this confidence, then follow me inside."

The small leader had the others pack up the tables and chairs, and he led Duan Fengyun into the mountain villa.

Under the guidance of the small leader, Duan Fengyun passed through the front and back halls of the villa and arrived at the kitchen located at the very end.

The small leader pointed to a pile of ingredients and said:

"First, make a few dishes for Lord Dao God to see.

Do it well, put your heart into it; if something goes wrong, I won't be able to protect you."

Duan Fengyun nodded; he looked at the kitchen and saw the seasonings were quite complete, with everything that should be there.

Under the small leader's surveillance, he picked up a kitchen knife and cut and prepared the vegetables with fluid, effortless movements.

Seeing Duan Fengyun's operation, which was completely devoid of any hesitation, the small leader began to believe he was someone with real skills.

After a flurry of activity, Duan Fengyun finished four dishes and one soup: Kung Pao Chicken, Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce, Braised Pork Ribs, Scallion Beef, and Cabbage Meatball Soup.

Duan Fengyun finally sprinkled on a handful of chopped green onions; it was truly a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Although it was just a simple four dishes and one soup, the aroma was enough to make the small leader's mouth water dry.

The small leader placed the four dishes and one soup on a tray and walked respectfully toward a room.

Duan Fengyun stared fixedly at the direction the small leader went; he had found the Dao God.

At this moment, inside the room, the Dao God looked at the five exquisite, fragrant dishes and couldn't help but have his appetite whetted.

He sampled a few of the dishes and found that they all suited his taste; he asked the small leader:

"Today's food is made well; who made it?"

The small leader replied:

"Reporting to my lord, today's meal was made by a new cook I recruited outside."

The Dao God nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Good, reward him heavily."

The small leader returned to the kitchen happily, took out a silver ingot, placed it in Duan Fengyun's hand, and said:

"Lord Dao God is very satisfied with your cooking; this is your reward.

Go back and pack your luggage and move into our villa as soon as possible so it is convenient for you to cook for Lord Dao God."

Duan Fengyun feigned hesitation and said:

"My lord, I still have two fellow villagers; they came here with me to look for work."

"They have plenty of strength; sir, could you see if I can bring them along? You could arrange some odd jobs or something for them."

Because the minor leader had recruited Duan Fengyun, a cook who satisfied the Dao God, he was highly praised by his superior; in his joyful mood, he didn't even think twice and directly agreed to Duan Fengyun's request.

After Duan Fengyun made sure no one was following him, he returned to the inn where he was staying.

Nie Feng asked:

"Junior Brother Duan, where did you go? Why did it take so long for you to return?"

Duan Fengyun then told the two of them how he had infiltrated the Dao God's inner circle as a cook, and that he had already found a way to get the two of them inside.

After hearing this, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun gave Duan Fengyun a thumbs up; he really was a clever strategist.

The three of them simply packed their luggage, hid their respective weapons in the cloth again, and headed toward the Dao God's Quanzhuang.

Perhaps the eventual destruction of Quanzhuang was entirely self-inflicted by everyone there.

No one even suggested checking the luggage and cloth of Duan Fengyun and the others, which allowed the three of them to bring their weapons inside with ease.

Duan Fengyun brought the two of them before the minor leader, who looked at their sturdy physiques and assigned them both to be responsible for the firewood in the back kitchen.

Thus, the three of them successfully infiltrated Quanzhuang; Duan Fengyun was responsible for the Dao God's meals, while Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were responsible for the firewood in the back kitchen.

If the Dao God knew that three of the Central Plains Four Heroes were working as kitchen staff in his Quanzhuang, he would probably be able to rest in peace even if he died.

The three of them took every opportunity to quietly study the layout of Quanzhuang, waiting for a chance to strike.