Chapter 105: The Cook's Plan

Actually, why Donggong Qinxue’s body contained the Phoenix bloodline remained a mystery even now. All they knew was that her mother, the Holy Empress, descended from the Demon Race, while the Holy Emperor hailed from the Human Race—yet her own bloodline pulsed with that of the Phoenix.

Entering the Realm of the Gods?

Donggong Qinxue, Mu Wanqing, Bing Mucher, Nalan Ruoshui, and Huangfu Mengwu froze in unison, hardly daring to believe their ears. The Realm of the Gods was an extraordinarily exalted world; any fool would seize such an opportunity.

“Mr. Chen, when the time comes, will you truly take us five into the Realm of the Gods?”

Donggong Qinxue blinked and asked.

“Of course.”

Chen Changsheng nodded with a faint smile.

“Of course I’m willing!”

Donggong Qinxue, Mu Wanqing, Bing Mucher, Nalan Ruoshui, and Huangfu Mengwu answered in one voice, their faces radiant with joy. The blood in their veins boiled like water over a fire.

Heavenly Son, Mr. Chen was actually taking them to the Realm of the Gods! Being his chess piece was too blissful!

“Enough. You’re about to set out on the campaign. I’ll whip up a few dishes to see you off.”

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly.

Ah, more food! It was… far too… too blissful!

The five golden flowers trembled with delight.

At Mr. Chen’s place, eating was their favorite pastime.

“You may wait here. You can play, or go to my orchard and pick some fruits and vegetables. Whatever you crave, just gather it.”

Chen Changsheng smiled gently. “I and Die’er will buy some meat. Let you see my culinary skills in full.”

“Wonderful!”

The five golden flowers were so excited they could scarcely contain themselves.

“Die’er, let’s go. Buy meat in Qingshui Town.”

Chen Changsheng took Chen Die’er’s hand and walked down the mountain.

The Blood Demon Ancestor rose from Chen Die’er’s necklace as a wisp of black smoke and said, “Mr. Chen, for this assault on the Bayan Holy Country by the Chunqiu Holy Country, you’re not joining the fight?”

“Old Demon, you know I have no interest in those battles. As a mere mortal, why involve myself in killing? Swords and blades are blind. If they chop me in half, I’d lose everything.”

Chen Changsheng curled his lip. “No interest at all.”

“Mr. Chen, don’t be so uninterested.”

The Blood Demon Ancestor hurried to explain. “You should join. Swords and blades don’t matter with me protecting you. Fear nothing. I guarantee the people of Yinxue Realm will all be dead, and you father and daughter will walk away unscathed.”

“Old man, why do you wish your father to join this war?”

Chen Die’er blinked her clear eyes curiously.

Chen Changsheng looked puzzled at the Blood Demon Ancestor as well.

“Little host, I have told you before that devouring the blood essence of cultivators is one of the fastest ways for me to recover and strengthen myself.”

The Blood Demon Ancestor’s eyes gleamed with greed; he licked his lips unconsciously. “Now there is a massive war. Once the Bayan Holy Country falls, how many cultivators will perish? For me, it is a once-in-a-thousand-years… no, ten-thousand-years opportunity to recover strength. How could I possibly let it slip away?”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

Hearing the Blood Demon Ancestor’s words, Chen Changsheng’s gaze brightened.

This Blood Demon Ancestor was now their bodyguard. The stronger he became, the safer they would be.

“Very well, old demon. If you can guarantee our safety, joining the war presents no problem.”

Chen Changsheng nodded.

“Hahaha!”

The Blood Demon Ancestor laughed in delight. “Mr. Chen, rest assured. I guarantee no one can harm so much as a hair on you father and daughter.”

They needed protection? The very idea was laughable. Even inside the Realm of the Gods, they would be powerful figures!

It was simply that Mr. Chen himself remained unaware.

…

An hour later.

Chen Changsheng and his daughter had returned from buying various meats.

“Hmm, the one picked in the greatest quantity is indeed the Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix…”

Chen Changsheng gazed at the basin of freshly washed Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix before him. His breath caught; he offered a helpless, bitter smile.

“Mr. Chen, even in the Realm of the Gods, the Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix remains a supreme divine herb. Its effect on us is the greatest, so…”

Mu Wanqing’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, somewhat embarrassed.

“No harm.”

Chen Changsheng shook his head with a faint smile. “The seeds of this Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix were originally given to me by you. As a mortal, to me they are no different from ordinary vegetables.”

Since the Yinxue Realm was a fragment of the Primordial World, the appearance of Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix seeds in Tianyun Sect was only natural.

Besides the Bath Fire Immortal Phoenix, Donggong Qinxue, Mu Wanqing, Bing Mucher, Nalan Ruoshui, and Huangfu Mengwu had gathered many other vegetables and fruits—citrus, apples, bananas, grapes, and more.

“Very well. I will now go to the kitchen to prepare the dishes. Do you wish to wait here, or come with me to help? Your choice.”

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly.

“I will help you.”

“I will too.”

Whoosh—

The five golden flowers followed Chen Changsheng into the kitchen.

Donggong Qinxue had previously served as Chen Die’er’s maid for a month and could handle chores competently.

Yet Mu Wanqing, Bing Mucher, Nalan Ruoshui, and Huangfu Mengwu had never once entered a kitchen; the scene was easy to imagine.

“Oh, Miss Mu, are you chopping wood? Why use two hands? One is enough. Hold the knife in one hand and press the vegetable with the other… Good grief, an eggplant requires only three strokes? First split it in the middle, then slice lengthwise and cut some.”

“Oh, South Domain Commandery Lord, are you washing clothes? Vegetables cannot be washed like this. It will make them too soft. Handle them gently; just rinse off the dirt and sand.”

“Good grief, Miss Nalan, you are cutting the meat into such enormous chunks. Even pigs do not have mouths that large. Cut finer pieces. Do not cut along the meat fibers.”

“Miss Huangfu, do not pack the firewood into the entire stove pit. There is insufficient space and poor airflow; the fire will not burn. Arrange two or three pieces, and add more when nearly finished.”

Chen Changsheng suddenly realized that bringing these five golden flowers to assist in the kitchen was a grave mistake—far more exhausting than cooking alone. Before they had begun, he already dripped with sweat.

More than an hour later, a table of dishes was finally ready.

Then a crowd of foodies gathered, eyes wide and hungry, staring at the feast and discreetly swallowing their saliva.

Chen Changsheng looked at the five golden flowers smeared with dirt and had a sudden thought: That is right. I should frequently bring them along, teach them to cook, and turn them into five pretty chef girls. In the future, I could enjoy the life of a young master in bliss.

Ah, what a magnificent plan! It must be carried out!