Chapter 339: The Old Ancestor Goes into the Pot
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“So it was you lot making trouble for Nan Feng Yu?”
“Good, good, good! You shall serve well for my Ritual Sacrifice!”
“I’ve heard that the resentment of a three-and-a-half-year-old child is the strongest. If I sacrifice you, I will surely break through my bottleneck!”
Having cultivated for a thousand years, he held no fear towards a mere toddler, one whose teeth had only just grown in.
An overwhelming heavenly pressure surged forth, but Lu Chao Chao…
Stood smiling at the center of the ruined temple.
A wild wind howled within the temple, a formidable force trying to pull Lu Chao Chao towards the Divine Statue at the front.
Yet, she remained utterly still.
“Is that all you’ve got? You really wasted your thousand years.”
“Sword, come!” She spoke softly, stretching out her tiny hand.
In an instant, the Sunshine Sword shimmered with golden radiance, slowly appearing within her grasp.
The moment the Sunshine Sword emerged, the Old Mystic Tortoise within the statue stiffened.
Heavenly pressure?! Why could she summon the might of heaven and earth?!
A deep unease gripped the tortoise’s heart. It turned to flee, but Lu Chao Chao casually slashed through the air with her sword. The Old Mystic Tortoise didn’t even have time to send out a message before its head was severed, its soul obliterated into nothingness.
Gulp, gulp…
The tortoise shell landed at her feet.
“Wah, what a huge turtle!” Lu Chao Chao’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Her luggage contained plenty of provisions, but live ingredients were scarce.
A thousand-year-old wild mountain delicacy—she had never encountered such a thing!
Lu Chao Chao swallowed hard.
At the entrance, a white-robed young man appeared unnoticed. His jet-black hair flowed freely, moving despite the absence of wind. His features were so exquisite they seemed almost unreal. He stood quietly at the doorway, saying nothing, only gazing at Lu Chao Chao.
Sensing his presence, Lu Chao Chao puffed up her cheeks, furrowing her brows and glaring at him.
“You dog! What are you doing here?!”
“Are you trying to steal my mountain delicacy soup?”
“Did I not beat you enough last time?!” Lu Chao Chao bared her teeth, staring fiercely at him.
The youth remained silent, merely watching her.
“One cannot eat creatures that have devoured humans,” his voice was pure, like the sound of a distant, melodious zither.
“Its soul was scattered—it’s fine, it’s fine! It only absorbed souls, it didn’t eat people!” Lu Chao Chao was on the verge of jumping in frustration.
The young man said nothing more. Seeing her insistence on eating it, he let out a barely audible sigh of resignation.
A faint white light descended upon the Old Mystic Tortoise.
“The blood aura has been dispelled,” he stated flatly.
Lu Chao Chao’s eyes flickered cunningly. “You start the fire, you clean the turtle, and I’ll supervise. Let’s split the work! I’ll even share a bowl with you!”
The young man said nothing.
He stepped forward, picked up the massive turtle, and walked outside to process it.
“Mmm, thousand-year-old turtle stewed with mushrooms is divine! Go find some wild mushrooms,” Lu Chao Chao instructed promptly when she saw him placing the cleaned turtle into the pot.
The youth disappeared into the night.
Before long, he returned carrying a woven vine basket.
Inside were wild ginseng and an assortment of wild mushrooms.
They were already cleaned and ready. He placed them directly into the simmering pot.
The broth bubbled and popped, releasing an intensely rich and savory aroma that filled the air.
Through the mist, the first glimmer of dawn pierced through the darkness, ushering in the morning light.
“It’s almost dawn…” Lu Chao Chao took a deep breath. The scent of the thousand-year-old turtle was truly heavenly.
Nan Mu Bai was right—the Old Ancestor of the Su Family truly was the strongest.
Such an overwhelming fragrance!
A thousand years of cultivation, and it all boiled down to this pot of thick, luscious soup.
“Ahem, isn’t it about time you left? With you here, I won’t be able to explain things to my parents.”
“I’m not being stingy, nor am I unwilling to share a bowl of soup, of course. And I’m definitely not getting rid of the donkey after the millstone’s been used. What I mean is—”
Before she could finish her sentence, the young man transformed into a passing breeze, fading into the air.
None were more heartless than Lu Chao Chao.