Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 186 - 132: The Dust of History Will Eventually Cover Everything

Chapter 186: Chapter 132: The Dust of History Will Eventually Cover Everything

The white-haired elder, after personally experiencing it, concluded that the nutritional value and the unpalatability of the food cooked by his third disciple were directly proportional.

To his surprise, Qin Shi could devour it eagerly, even uttering the unbelievable words, "Another serving, please."

"The body’s craving for nutrition vastly surpasses the sensory stimulus of taste. Such unwavering dedication to pursuing Dao surpasses even Qi Wuxiang."

The white-haired elder marveled, quietly turned his wheelchair around, and left discreetly.

Since one was willing to serve while the other was eager to accept, he decided not to intervene.

As dusk approached and the night deepened.

Ren You finally returned to the Daoist School’s residence, sneaked into the main gate like a thief, fearing being caught by the third senior sister and invited to taste the new dishes.

"Senior Sister Gao! Everything is normal!"

He looked around but did not find any trace of the third senior sister, so he sighed in relief and pulled out his terminal to send a message.

A young woman wearing a baseball cap and mask sneaked in quietly and whispered:

"It’s so quiet! Leaving our master to face the third senior sister alone, isn’t that a bit cruel?"

Ren You felt deeply guilty but really did not want to experience the bombardment of dark cooking from the third senior sister.

He would always remember the day he broke through to the specialized level to become a Martial Artist.

Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei personally prepared a feast for him, with various advanced ingredients laid out on the table.

As a result, on the first day he stepped into the specialized level Martial Artist, he was admitted to Heng Province People’s Hospital and lay there for half a month before recovering.

The doctor’s diagnosis was "food poisoning," caused by "an excess of nutritional substances leading to gastrointestinal disorder, impaired digestive function, resulting in stomach pain and diarrhea."

"I must go check on Mr. Qin, in case he turns into another victim..."

Ren You suddenly remembered there seemed to be another person in the Daoist School.

Qin Shi!

He hurried to the room and found Mr. Qin chatting happily with the third senior sister.

"Little Ren, long time no see."

Yu Weiwei turned and smiled, still showing the gentle demeanor of an older sister next door.

It’s hard to imagine that the twisted culinary creations came from her hands.

Ren You examined the energetic Qin Shi, who looked as if he had taken a vital tonic, overflowing with vitality, and hesitantly asked:

"Hello, Third Senior Sister! I received a message from Senior Sister Gao, went out to meet someone, and just got back... Mr. Qin, are you alright?"

Having eaten two servings of the nutrition-packed meals, Qin Shi felt his Primordial Qi almost bursting out from the top of his head.

Putting aside the taste, the food made by this big sister was indeed highly nutritious.

"Teacher Ren, I feel great, more satisfied than ever."

Qin Shi responded with vitality in his voice, feeling he could spar for a whole day with the burly man manifested before him.

Every inch of his flesh was brimming with vigorous energy, eager to be unleashed.

"Little Ren, Mr. Qin just praised my nutrition-packed meal."

Yu Weiwei smiled with a trace of joy in her eyes, gently said:

"Unfortunately, he finished it all by himself, there are no extra ingredients for me to creativity, or else..."

Ren You’s heart skipped a beat and hurriedly said:

"No need! Third Senior Sister, Senior Sister Gao and I had eaten outside!"

Then he suddenly realized, looking at the energetic Qin Shi with an extremely shocked expression.

Mr. Qin was born without a sense of taste?

Even so, the terrifying impact of the nutritional substances exploding in the stomach and spreading to the internal organs.

How did Mr. Qin endure it?

Ren You couldn’t comprehend and was deeply shaken.

Even the Grandmaster couldn’t handle the loving meal of the third senior sister and almost ended up sent away.

"Mr. Qin, from now on, can I ask you to help me taste my dishes?"

Yu Weiwei looked at Qin Shi with a serene expression filled with joy, just like a harmonious encounter of nature.

She had been cooking for years, and even her closest family and friends were terrified of her meals.

Only Qin Shi had said that deeply touching phrase, "Another serving, please!"

"Master finally made the right choice."

Yu Weiwei smiled gently.

"Little Ren, tell Little Gao to stop hiding and come out. I will go find Master and chat with him."

The graceful and charming big sister stood up slowly, the black braid resting on her chest swaying gently.

She said to Qin Shi:

"Mr. Qin, nice to meet you."

...

...

"Mr. Qin has been marked by the third senior sister, who knows whether it’s good or bad."

Ren You’s eyes were filled with worry, the dreadful extent of the dark cooking had no limits.

It’s hard to ensure what ultimate dishes the third senior sister might develop in the future.

"Is this the good seed that Master chose?"

After Yu Weiwei left the room, the young woman wearing a baseball cap and mask emerged.

Hand in pockets, she looked at Qin Shi’s face, which still had faint traces of youth.

"Doesn’t seem like he’s of age yet! Looks like I’m no longer the youngest in the Nanhuang Daoist School!"

The young woman removed her baseball cap and mask, letting her waist-length black hair fall, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

"Looks familiar..."

Qin Shi raised his eyebrows, not just because of the young woman’s extraordinary looks, but because the sense of familiarity with her felt oddly familiar.

"Hey there, Junior Brother."

The young woman extended her hand in greeting, slyly asked:

"Do I look familiar to you?"

Qin Shi nodded.

He didn’t mingle widely and had few close acquaintances.

Logically he shouldn’t have such familiar feelings without reason.

"Let me tell you, I’m your soulmate from your previous life, and we have an enduring romantic bond. In your previous life, you drank the sentiment-forgetting water but didn’t forget me completely, so you feel familiar upon seeing me."

The young woman laughed heartily, showing a lively and cheerful personality.

"Mr. Qin, don’t mind Senior Sister Gao, she’s always like this, likes to tease people."

Ren You explained helplessly:

"Senior Sister Gao is a big star, countless endorsements. When you walk on the streets, those high-end product posters mostly feature her."

Qin Shi suddenly realized, remembering the young woman’s name:

"You are... Jian Yuzhu?"

He generally did not follow celebrities, but occasionally his youngest sibling Qin Lan would follow dramas and mention it to him.

The petite yet perfectly proportioned young lady was puffed up in annoyance:

"Little Ren, you’re still so boring, no wonder you always fail in matchmaking!"

The true inheritors of Nanhuang Daoist School were indeed extraordinary.

Qin Shi was amazed, Ren You seemed relatively normal, just an average specialized level Martial Artist.

That braided sister was a master of dark cooking!

As for this one, she was a popular idol, a top-notch female star!

No wonder she wore a baseball cap and mask, wrapping herself up tightly.

Probably afraid of being surrounded by fans, asking for signatures and photos!

"The master of Nanhuang Daoist School truly knows how to pick disciples, there’s talent from all walks of life."

Qin Shi murmured to himself.

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...

Yu Weiwei walked slowly to the large monitoring room where the white-haired elder liked to stay most.

She didn’t say a word, but the lights automatically brightened, as if the active consciousness maintaining and operating Nanhuang Daoist School acted on her thoughts.

"Master, I’m back."

Yu Weiwei walked to the wheelchair, softly said:

"Your disciple hasn’t visited you for a long time."

The white-haired elder kept his head down in silence.

Yu Weiwei bent down with a weak voice:

"These years I left Heng Province, investigating the mysterious death of the second senior brother. It can’t merely be those old guys from the Education Department, there must be someone behind them."

The white-haired elder sighed:

"Let it go, Little Fish. Don’t get involved in more terrifying whirlpools. Ah Yuan’s untimely death is naturally hateful to me as his master.

But some things, I hope you won’t get mixed up in. As for revenge for Ah Yuan, I killed a group back then, forcing the Martial Arts Association to mediate.

In due time, I have a record of all accounts, and when I’m near death, I will settle them one by one.

As the master of Nanhuang Martial Arts Hall, that burden doesn’t need to be carried by you."

A stubborn look emerged on Yu Weiwei’s serene face, she remained silent.

"Under the Star Sea, nothing is new. Dongxia is not all light, especially at the beginning of the Republic, transitioning from monarchy to republic, with royal families retreating behind the scenes and handing the power to make treaties with higher beings to the Nine Marshals. There have been many ups and downs."

The white-haired elder raised his head with deep eyes:

"Even a prodigy like He Lanchan couldn’t escape being implicated and then oppressed. That goes for Ah Yuan too. Marshal Qin’s brother taught us a harsh truth, achieving great success at a young age is good, but being too young isn’t necessarily good."

Yu Weiwei seemed to realize something, shuddered:

"Master, are you saying second senior brother might have been involved with He Lanchan and that traitorous Vice Marshal?"

In the first three millenniums of Dongxia Republic, the main theme was always "expedition" and "exploration."

Until the fourth millennium, due to disagreements on succession.

Then the brother of Marshal Qin, the "Vice Marshal" of the Fourth Battle Group, was accused of severe treason, attempting to split Dongxia and flee to the Galactic Frontier.

This unprecedented upheaval didn’t have much impact, seeming rather anticlimactic.

It ended with the Vice Marshal’s death in the Great Rift.

Furthermore, half of the Fourth Battle Group’s officers were reshuffled, and several units were disbanded.

Sent to "Cold Palace," so to speak.

To this day, unless deliberately researched, almost no one knows that the highly esteemed Marshal Qin, who supported half of the Galaxy, actually had a brother who followed him in battles.

Nor would they know that the Fourth Battle Group, with the highest casualty rate, participated in fierce battles yearly, but why it was treated like this.

"I don’t know the exact details, it’s ancient history even for an old man like me."

The white-haired elder shook his head:

"But one thing is certain, He Lanchan’s extraordinary rise could very likely be connected to the Vice Marshal of the Fourth Battle Group. Otherwise, it’s hard to explain why, after returning from the Imperial Capital, he fell from grace overnight as one of Dongxia’s two most brilliant suns akin to Qi Wuxiang."

Yu Weiwei finally understood why her master, with such a tempestuous nature, chose to retreat after mediation by the Martial Arts Association.

The untimely demise of the second senior brother might be related to the Vice Marshal of the Fourth Battle Group?

"So much time has passed, almost forgotten by the descendants. What are they afraid of?"

Yu Weiwei was puzzled, feeling that this "guilt by association" attitude indicated the upper echelons of Dongxia feared the Vice Marshal.

"The Star Sea is vast, not inhabited only by humans. Even at the height of our empire, we barely touched the Galactic Frontier. The meaning of such ancient pathways or pillar-like existences... many questions remain unanswered."

The white-haired elder said solemnly:

"There are many conspiracy theories about the Vice Marshal’s treason, but those are irrelevant. What matters is that anything related to him, once discovered or exposed, will be erased.

He Lanchan suffered this, and Ah Yuan too. So, Little Fish, cease your investigations. Once the culprits are brought to justice, I can dismiss the deeper dirty dealings."

Yu Weiwei was silent, after a long time, she mentioned the "little junior brother":

"Master, I just came from Central City, the information about the little junior brother obtaining He Lanchan’s legacy, and other related details, have started to ferment.

If they couldn’t tolerate second senior brother, how can they accept an even more He Lanchan-like prodigy appearing?"

The white-haired elder’s lips curled into a cold, ruthless smile, wild and unrestrained:

"That’s why I moved the Daoist School here! I want to see, after all these years, who still has the guts, willing to dive into trouble, risking their lives to be those old fogeys’ dogs!"