“Ding! Congratulations, you have cooked the Peerless Grade Spirit Dish – Emerald Jade Soup!”
“Ding! Congratulations, you have reached Master-Rank Spirit Chef!”
“Ding! Congratulations, you have reached Master-Rank Spirit Chef!”
“Ding! Congratulations, you have reached Master-Rank Spirit Chef!”
The notification came three times, even Huan Qing Yan could detect the excited emotions of the dimension.
Huan Qing Yan rejoiced, the Corpse King Flower was not wasted, she has succeeded.
The Corpse King Flower was no longer visible, it had turned into a small bowl of greenish soup with five small beads floating on it.
“Ding. Emerald Jade Soup provides poison resistance. Recommends host to drink it immediately to increase poison resistance.”
Huan Qing Yan thought to share this spirit dish made from a Peerless Grade ingredient with Ji Mo Ya and Little Treasure.
“Ding! Recommends host to drink the soup immediately. The Emerald Jade Soup is only useful for fifteen seconds before it would turn into extreme poison! Also, the poison resistance trait can only benefit the chef who cooked the dish. It will be treated as an ordinary dish without special effects to others who drink it… ten seconds have passed! Five, four, three…”
Huan Qing Yan was feeling pressed, with this little bit of time, she would have no time to leave the dimension as well.
She steeled herself before drinking the bowl of soup.
“Gulp gulp!”
Huan Qing Yan sensed a refreshing aroma filling her lungs. It caused the cells in her entire body to cheer, as though they have been waiting for this satisfying moment for a long time.
The five beads were not as hard as she imagined, they were cracking open the moment it entered her mouth. A robust taste instantly exploded within her mouth, it seems like all the essence of this dish has gathered within these small beads. The soup was the side dish!
Huan Qing Yan felt like crying, not because of gratitude, nor was it because she was agitated by the spices of the dish…
What was a glutton’s biggest blessing?
Huan Qing Yan knew the answer now.
The soup was simply too mysterious, Huan Qing Yan felt as though her soul was being lifted and floating away!
It floated to a land of darkness….
There was only endless darkness, coldness and dampness.
Huan Qing Yan wanted to go somewhere else but discovered that she could not move.
She was stuck at this place.
Strangely, Huan Qing Yan did not feel any fear or intention to struggle. She only quietly stood there.
Within the endless silence, some flashes of images would surface in her mind occasionally.
Images of unrelenting training, about killing with sworn enemies, about roaming the lands in pride, about the fun and laughter with friends, about lovers spending the rest of their lives together, about heart-wrenching betrayal…
Time seemed to flow endlessly…
It was unknown how long it went before Huan Qing Yan felt a power surging from within. It felt as though a lock was forcefully pulled apart.
Huan Qing Yan saw another image.
It was still the same dark, damp place. What was different now was that she saw a vast land now, but it was desolate and void of life.
That’s when Huan Qing Yan suddenly noticed that she had turned into a young sprout!
The young sprout lacked the required sunlight and rain to grow strong.
What did not remain the same was the constant flashes of images that would randomly dive into her mind.
The land was silent, the time was quiet.
The young sprout continues to grow stubbornly, developing slowly.
The days were frustratingly lonely.
Long loneliness would cause unease.
Even more prolonged loneliness would cause one to precipitate instead.
Until one day, the young sprout matured into a spirit plant and silently bloomed…
……
Huan Qing Yan finally noticed that this was the Corpse King Flower’s origin. So that’s how it happened!
