Chapter 163: Eighteenth Level Peak Cooking God

A few seconds later, the middle-aged man appeared holding a plate of golden egg fried rice, steam rising from it.

The steam formed strange phenomena in the air, like a Zhuque crying to the heavens, and like a heavenly tribulation annihilating everything.

Regaining his senses once more, the steam was just ordinary steam, and this was merely egg fried rice emitting a golden glow.

Those who often lived in the Cooking God World knew that being able to produce a plate of egg fried rice emitting golden light was merely the threshold for stepping onto the Cooking God Path; Jiang Xuan felt not the slightest fluctuation.

The middle-aged man thoughtfully handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Come try my Zhuque Egg Fried Rice!"

"This……"

"It's real!"

"……"

Jiang Xuan felt that the other party's title of Eighteenth Level Peak Cooking God was due not only to threatening those Seventeenth Level Chefs with a knife, but also to using nothing but peak materials.

However, he did not refuse, nor was he afraid the other party would poison him.

With his constitution of Xuanhuang Mother Qi Body Protection, if someone could produce poison capable of killing him, that person's strength would likely be enough to crush him with one hand.

The rice entered his mouth…… Hmm! It tasted like ordinary egg fried rice, perhaps just slightly better than the head chefs of the Yu Fang.

But immediately after, a massive surge of Source Power rushed madly through his meridians into his dantian, condensing into the form of a Zhuque and charging toward his dantian!

In just a few seconds, Jiang Xuan's dantian could no longer hold the Source Power, so he had to transfer it into the Micro World.

Opening his eyes, he met the middle-aged man's expectant gaze: "How is it? Delicious, right! No matter which world's cultivator, after eating my egg fried rice, they all say it's the number one under Heaven!"

Jiang Xuan silently looked at that plate of egg fried rice.

This number one under Heaven probably referred not to the egg fried rice, but to the Zhuque Egg, right?

"As expected of an Eighteenth Level Peak Grand Chef! Indeed different from the egg fried rice others make!!" Jiang Xuan glanced at the egg fried rice, then at the ravenous Micro World, and still gritted his teeth to say insincere words while sending the egg fried rice into his mouth.

Countless Source Power surged into the Micro World; the debts he owed were already repaid, and by the time he finished the last of the egg fried rice, his life force had surplus by over a hundred threads.

He could freely dispose of these surpluses; it could be said he had temporarily achieved wealth freedom.

"Thank you, Qian Sui!" Jiang Xuan said with cupped hands.

Given the other party's unfathomable strength, how could he possibly send such a great gift over a petty dispute? It was clearly intentional help; he understood this from the first bite.

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It's just a Zhuque Egg; I have plenty at home! If you want to try the Phoenix Gallbladder Dragon Yang Porridge I simmered, I can bring you some! But there's not much of that left! After all, these two things reproduce far too slowly!"

"No need, thank you!" Jiang Xuan refused with a stern face.

The middle-aged man snorted lightly: "You don't know quality! You want to eat it, yet I'm reluctant to give it to you!"

"I'm curious! If I hadn't doubted your cooking skills, would you still have helped me?" Jiang Xuan looked at the other party with doubt.

This middle-aged man, from his sudden appearance until now, had shown no malice, which made him even more curious.

The middle-aged man spread his hands, and certificates appeared one by one, soon forming a small mountain.

Jiang Xuan casually glanced at a few, and saw:

Ink Wash World Eighteenth Level Painting Sage!

Divine Fire Continent Eighteenth Level Forging Master!

……

Even Jiang Xuan saw among them a certificate for "Judo World Eighteenth Level Massage Grandmaster."

No matter what he said, the other party could always pick up the conversation!

But why were they all Eighteenth Level?

The middle-aged man wore a proud smile: "No matter what you say! I can produce good things! How about trying some Massage Oil refined from the Ten Thousand Year Undying Flower from the Extreme Land Snow Mountain?"

"No need!" Jiang Xuan rejected the other party's proposal with an expressionless face.

Besides not wanting the middle-aged man to give him a massage, he also knew that the more he received, the more he would owe.

No one would be good to a stranger for no reason, let alone someone truly powerful and well-connected.

"Still don't know your name? And why come find me?" Although wary, he was not afraid of the other party, for he could also travel through several Universes.

The middle-aged man took back the bottle of fragrant Massage Oil with a look of regret, saying nonchalantly: "You can call me 'Zhu Shi.' As for finding you, it might just be because I'm bored! Also, I see your Hall of Impression is dark; your current path is not easy to walk!"

Jiang Xuan was just about to retort when he saw the other party leisurely produce a certificate in his hand: "Congratulations 'I Am Not a Fortune God' Heavenly Secrets World Eighteenth Level Fortune Telling True Immortal Title!"

"……" Previously he didn't know, but now Jiang Xuan felt his Hall of Impression was definitely dark—darkened by anger!

Zhu Shi smiled with narrowed eyes, took back the certificate in his hand, and said with a serious face: "Young man! You hold what does not belong to you, and must endure the calamity and darkness that do not belong to you! Of course, calamity may also be a source of fortune! Saints and demons lie in a single thought; it depends on what path you can walk!"

Seeing the other party rarely serious for once, Jiang Xuan's gaze trembled as he seriously considered the meaning behind the other party's words.

What was "what does not belong to you"? Was it the Hongmeng Treasure Mirror? Or the Micro World attracted by the other party? Or both?

Whether it was the Hongmeng Treasure Mirror or the Micro World, what calamity could they bring to him?

The only thing he could confirm was that the other party was attracted by the fluctuations of the Micro World, and Master Recognition of the Micro World was surely an important link!

But when they first met, the other party spoke of the information of Ten Thousand Soldiers Enter the Dao, corresponding to the Ten Thousand Soldiers Great Dao in the Hongmeng Treasure Mirror!

Lacking important information, Jiang Xuan knew nothing about the other party, so he could only give up thinking and try to coax out more information.

But Zhu Shi regained his unrestrained expression: "After all, I am well-informed; what haven't I seen? As for fortune telling, I certainly haven't forced them to give me titles with threats!"

Jiang Xuan curled his lips; you seem to be admitting that the other certificates were obtained through threats!

"Alright! The mountains are high and the road is far; we'll meet again if fate allows!"

The middle-aged man's figure disappeared into the Void, leaving Jiang Xuan standing quietly in the center of the Void, countless darkness seeming to envelop him, and the sunlight in the distance unable to penetrate layer upon layer of darkness.

"The path is walked by me step by step! What do I fear from gods and demons? Darkness wants to envelop me? Then I am the light!"

Jiang Xuan stepped out, and his figure slowly dissipated in the Void.

At the place where he left, a Great Sun rose, endless light dispelling the surrounding darkness, and the chaotic land beneath their feet welcomed a thread of light that had just appeared!

"The mountains are high and the road is far! We'll meet again if fate allows!" The voice of Jiang Xuan suddenly rang in the ears of Klein and the Dark Goddess, who were studying the Improved Demon Technique.

Klein's eyes were full of regret and longing; he had already learned from the Night Goddess that Jiang Xuan was not from here, and his stage was vast!

So vast that even the peak of this world was merely a process on the stage.

The Goddess of the Night's eyes were full of Confusion; she turned her head to look at Klein: "What do you mean?"

(Chapter End)