Follow the path of Dao from infancy
A new work from the author of 'Astral Pet Store', welcome to enjoy it! ———— In chaotic times, one seeks survival; in prosperous times, one seeks fame. Despite being weathered by the vicissitudes of life, the Great Yu Dynasty still found itself in an era of prosperity. In the northwest, a youth trekked nine thousand miles on foot, slaying the Great Demon alone to compete for a lifetime of glory. In Long Lake, an unmatched Grandmaster hurried to the mortal realm to establish a sect, leaving his name to be revered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a saintly figure spread his teachings far and wide, with followers throughout Qingzhou, his legacy lasting forever. Yet within Qingzhou City, in the compound of a family with a long military heritage, there was a child who never engaged in serious pursuits, instead spending his days playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— …… When the sword rose, dragon smoke stretched for three thousand miles, and a single strike wiped out the cities of nine provinces! Among all the laws of the world, only I, have entered the path. …… 【Light-Hearted Humor】【Martial Path Panel】【Art Master】【Scheming】
Chapter 37: Establishing a Soul with Heaven and Earth
A year later.
By the edge of Blackwater Demon Lake, the aroma of fish soup wafted into the air.
The two elders sat next to a large pot with their bowls and chopsticks, and Feng Boping followed the customary sip of soup before eating. He scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and slowly savored it, not being able to help but exclaim:
"This kid's cooking skills could almost rival those of the Imperial Kitchen."
"Tsk, I've been eating it for a year and still haven't gotten tired of it, which is really strange."
Li Muxiu was also surprised; he had not expected Li Hao to possess such remarkable culinary talent, a skill that was getting better and better.
"Feng, have you ever eaten from the Imperial Kitchen?" Li Hao asked with a smile.
"I've stolen a taste."
Feng Boping's face, though aged, bore a hint of a mischievous smile, reminiscing as he smacked his lips, "That half a bowl of leftover soup even had my saliva in it. I wonder which concubine ended up with it."