Chapter 34: In the End, Nothi

  Transtor: Krukist

  “Impossible! Impossible!”

  “There’s not a shred of spiritual energy on him—no ripples when he cooks. A bumpkin like that, not even started on Body F—how could he make a Spirit Feast? Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

  Han Ya’s face darkened. “So you’re doubting me?”

  A tidal wave of pressure crashed over Situ Deng, leaving him dazed, muttering, “Impossible, absolutely impossible—he’s just a mortal, how could he make a Spirit Feast?”

  Stumbling back, shouting, he felt an abyss yawning before him under Han Ya’s aura, terror snapping at his heels.

  Then a clear, melodic voice cut through. “Is it really that good? I want to try it too.”

  Lin Yu felt Nan Zhan and Qin Caiyun’s stares pierce him like swords. Nan Ziyan had spoken.

  She wao eat? Even Han Ya looked shocked. Only Qingluan smiled faintly. “As expected, Miss favors this Lin Yu cook. Why else skip the Vegetarian Chi for this pork?”

  Situ Deng, heedless of what Nan Ziyan eyed, seized his Vegetarian Chi and thrust it toward her, eyes wild. “Right, I haven’t lost—I haven’t lost yet! This duel’s final judge is Ziyan!”

  Pleading, he met her clear gaze. “Ziyan, all these years—please, just oe. I swear it’ll satisfy you. I made this for you.”

  Lin Yu almost sadog panting at a little girl.

  “Lig gets you nothing in the end…” How could he not see it? Situ Deng was the ultimate simp—ditg a Mystic Martialist path just to feed Nan Ziyan, chasing her heart at the cost of his future.

  Her eyes softened with sadness. She could be spoiled, but she’d seen Situ Deng’s years of effort. Yet, staring at his pale yellow Vegetarian Chi, her stomach ed.

  “Hiss…”

  Suppressing a gag in front of everyone, her gaze flicked to the Braised Pork, then dropped with a low sigh. “Situ Deng, why bother? I ’t eat yetarian Chi.”

  Realizing more hope would only ruin him, she spoke pin. “I see Lin Yu’s dish, I want it. Yours? It just makes me sick.”

  “These years, you’ve worked hard for me. I’ll ask Father to reward you, but I really… really ’t eat yetarian Chi.” Her shes trembled, regret pooling in her eyes.

  If she’d known his efforts were futile, she’d never have let him roam the manor freely, feeding his delusions of a ce, driving him to perfect a Spirit Feast.

  Situ Deng’s face twisted beyond trol. A seven-foot man quaked, tears brimming, voice shaking. “You ’t eat mine, but you eat his? Am I not good enough, or is he too good?”

  Madness seized him. He bolted to Lin Yu, who flinched, expeg a punch. Instead, Situ Deng grabbed chopsticks, snatched a piece of Braised Pork, and shoved it in his mouth.

  Shuitian sighed softly. “Why do this…”

  Situ g reached out to stop him but froze. Ou Deng tasted it, he’d uand everything. Anger fred in Situ g’s eyes as he gred at Lin Yu.

  Few in Heavenly Cloud Kingdom walked the Spirit Chef path—fewer still among Great House heirs. Situ Deng’s talent had shone unrivaled. Too long the top dog, fag a peer who outstripped him could—as Shuitian warned—shatter his spirit.

  Situ g couldn’t stop it. This was Situ Deng’s test. Colpse here, and no path—Spirit Chef or otherwise—would bear fruit. His mi had always been frail, a fw the Situ ignored, banking on his rise to the kingdom’s ary peak to fix it.

  They never foresaw Lin Yu, wielding Braised Pork. Situ g burned with rage but ceded: this dish wasn’t just a Spirit Feast—it topped First-Grade. Boosting cultivation for Mystic Martialists and Body Fers below third grade, it rivaled spirit pills. With suon ingredients, mass-produced, it could tank the pill market.

  Shuitian turo Lin Yu. “You know how potent this pork is?”

  Han Ya gasped. “ork? Impossible—how could non-spirit beast meat make a Spirit Feast like this?”

  *With a puter in your mind, you could too.* Lin Yu blinked but held his tongue, nodding instead. “I kly what this Braised Pork does.”

  “Ied in joining Heavenly Cloud Academy as Vice Head of the Dining Pavilion?” Shuitian’s words dropped like thunder.

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