The stars trembled, and the map of the dynasty rolled like waves, resembling a burning bonfire, exerting an overwhelming pressure that crushed the entire Imperial Capital.
On this night, many were jolted awake.
The map of the dynasty represented the Da Yu Dynasty’s suppression over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, with no land under heaven that wasn’t the king’s.
In the eyes of certain mighty figures, the shaking of the map brought a hint of unease.
What does this mean?
After this night, the deep, unfathomable pool in the Imperial Capital might stir up some waves.
And the instigator was currently atop Biyun Tower.
Ke Mo stared blankly at a page of gold leaf on the table.
“d*mn it, with all that noise just now, it wouldn’t be… this thing, right?”
“It shouldn’t be…”
Ke Mo muttered to himself.
This wasn’t even a gilded divine book seal yet, just a secret silver divine book seal. In the past, even with gilded divine book seals, he had never seen something like this happen.
But everything was a bit too… coincidental.
Ke Mo hurried to the table and picked up the page of gold leaf.
It looked like gold foil, but it was surprisingly heavy. Even the God Hammer Little Overlord felt the weight was quite substantial.
It read clearly:
“Eight-Nine Mystic Technique, Part One”
‘The first chapter of the Eight-Nine Mystic Technique, tempering the body. Entering the Dao allows one to achieve an indestructible Dao body, while entering Buddhism allows one to attain the Bodhi Glazed Gold Body. Many supernatural phenomena require undergoing tribulations to succeed.’
‘This method cannot be practiced by ordinary bodies; otherwise, one will face countless tribulations, and many causes and effects will be extinguished, ultimately leading to d*ath and obliteration of the Dao.’
“No wonder…”
Ke Mo suddenly understood why the outside world had turned chaotic.
The emergence of the Eight-Nine Mystic Technique made everything reasonable.
This was the method of the True Monarch Erlang, and there was an even more mysterious saying… this technique originated from the Pangu Great Deity…
In various mythological tales, the debate about whether Erlang Shen or Sun Wukong is stronger is quite controversial, and a significant part of that stems from this mysterious technique.
“Better put this away for now.”
“With such a big commotion, who knows what will happen next?”
Ke Mo was not in a hurry to comprehend and stuffed the golden page into the system space.
Even if the King of Heaven showed up, he wouldn’t find anything on him.
Then he lay down fully clothed and didn’t even enter his small world.
Sure enough.
In the middle of the night, he sensed a vast and imposing aura sweeping past Biyun Tower. The pressure was simple enough to send chills down one’s spine, like an ant staring up at a human from a dirt mound.
The imposing force came swiftly and vanished just as quickly.
The next morning.
Ke Mo woke up as usual, seemingly as if nothing had happened, even though he hadn’t actually slept a wink all night.
He picked up the gold leaf again and activated his martial arts comprehension, hoping to assimilate it as quickly as possible.
In an instant, over two thousand years of martial arts comprehension transformed into a mere nineteen hundred years.
【Nineteen hundred years of martial arts comprehension injected successfully.】
【In the first year, you stared at the strange characters on the gold leaf, but could not decipher them. The characters were unusual; it seemed each character was not just for a single meaning, but could also be interrelated with others.】
【In the twenty-second year, after years of serious contemplation, you finally understood the true meaning within them.】
【In the thirty-eighth year, this method requires experiencing tribulations, refining oneself through various hardships, and cannot be achieved by going it alone; you began to meticulously research every type of tribulation.】
【In the sixtieth year, you mastered the first method of drawing tribulations to forge the indestructible Dao body.】
【The Eight-Nine Mystic Technique, entry gained.】
Ke Mo wiped the sweat off his forehead; this was simply harder to grasp than sword techniques.
But there was good news.
The “Eight-Nine Mystic Technique” could be polished using the “Divine Treasure Mastery,” at least for the first chapter.
As for other methods…
Ke Mo couldn’t think of anything for the time being.
But he believed there would be a way when the time came, as they say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way!”
“For now, it’s still time to work.”
Having absorbed too much information at once, Ke Mo felt a bit dazed.
He pushed the door open and stepped outside, just as Ying Bing was coming down the stairs. Their eyes met, both looking as surprised as two clueless geese.
Okay, Ke Mo looked even more dazed.
Ying Bing cast her gaze to the side, glancing at Little Ke.
“You… didn’t sleep either?”
“Yeah, the noise outside woke me up.”
Li Mo yawned, feeling a little dazed from the martial arts comprehension.
“If I had known last night, I would’ve dual-cultivated.”
“Um… I want breakfast.”
“Sure, I’ll go with you.”
Ying Bing’s expression was as blank as ever, but her heart raced a few beats.
“!!”
Chef Li’s heart pounded as well, his body visibly stiffening.
Great, Ice Chunk wasn’t talking about cooking!
“I want to check it out.”
“It’s fine; you can wait for me in the dining hall for a bit. It’ll be ready soon.”
“Take me with you.”
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, gently tugging at Little Ke’s sleeve.
As for an icy, domineering girl, with her small hand grasping your sleeve, speaking earnestly in a soft voice…
You could call it tender, but she didn’t leave room for refusal.
Little Ke found himself at a loss.
So he could only painfully hold Ice Chunk’s small hand and head to the back kitchen with her.
The back kitchen was abuzz with activity.
“Hmm? That young genius from Qianlong Fourth is here again?”
“How strange; they say gentlemen keep away from the kitchen, yet he runs in here every day. What for?”
“Could it be a hobby? The ingredients he uses are rare in the Imperial Capital…”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen a Qianlong genius who enjoys cooking…”
In front of the kitchen, Li Mo poked his head in.
Soon, the busy chefs and assistants went silent, with one chef even mistaking vinegar for soy sauce in his haste.
You can’t blame him.
Because the kitchen, filled with the aroma of cooking, had welcomed an otherworldly presence.
Li Mo ignored them, heading straight to the cooking utensils he had splurged on and pulling out today’s ingredients.
Splash—
Ying Bing stayed quiet, merely observing patiently from the side.
Watching the young man prepare the ingredients.
And seeing him heat the oil.
The flames rose, the red glow lighting up the young man’s face. Suddenly, Ying Bing felt it didn’t do him justice to still call him a boy.
The youthful features in her memory, now covered in firelight, seemed to lose their childishness, replaced by increasingly defined facial lines.
“Ice Chunk, why do you keep watching me cook?”
Li Mo felt a little uneasy under her gaze and struggled to concentrate on cooking.
“Besides you, I don’t know what else my eyes should look at.”
“…..”
Li Mo’s hand holding the pan twitched, almost spilling the boiling oil.
Why was the stove so hot today?
He thought about it and said:
“Ice Chunk, why don’t you help me slice some potatoes? Oh, right, we also need some spices; today’s menu is stir-fried potato shreds and spicy snake.”
“Okay.”
Ice Chunk nodded.
Without needing a kn*fe, her sword flashed, and the ingredients were effortlessly cut into pretty, even pieces.
“These potato shreds are so fine.”
Li Mo started stir-frying the potato shreds while talking:
“Cooking requires the right timing, like sweet and sour potato shreds.”
Ying Bing, watching him with an apron on and broad shoulders proudly showcasing his skills in the kitchen, whispered softly as she lowered her head:
“Almost done.”
“?”
Li Mo scratched his head, a bit shocked.
It actually was.
Had Ice Chunk’s culinary skills improved?
