Dragon's Origin

With the current emperor's demeanor, so easily excited by a song like "The Land Beneath My Feet", it's almost impossible that he wouldn't constantly show off a peerless sword with a scabbard depicting "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and a spine adorned with "A Thousand Miles of Battlefield".

Perhaps, exaggerating a bit, this sword might very well become the supremely noble Sword of the Son of Heaven, worn by the emperor during all grand ceremonies and sacrifices, passed down through generations as a national treasure. At the very least, it would become a symbol of power, like an imperial sword, taken out to execute people.

After Wang Sheng finished speaking, everyone's gaze focused on him, making him feel awkward. Why were they all looking at him like that?

"This is the Heavenly Crafts Workshop. Do you know that most of the imperial tributes come from here?" Master Lu asked Wang Sheng, seeing that he didn't seem to understand, also explaining to him.

"I know!" Wang Sheng nodded repeatedly. If he didn't know this was the Heavenly Crafts Workshop, he wouldn't have come here last time.

"Many tributes are made, but even the chief manager of the Heavenly Crafts Workshop can't guarantee that the tribute presented will be used by the emperor," Master Lu continued, asking rhetorically, "Do you know this?"

"Is that so? Well, that's certainly possible." Wang Sheng didn't really know, but the reasoning was sound. So many tributes were presented, could the emperor use them all?

"Then how can you guarantee that this sword will catch the emperor's eye?" Master Lu asked again, "Maybe the emperor won't even see it, and it will already be privately collected by some high-ranking manager?"

"Oh, that's simple." So that's what it was. Wang Sheng thought it was a big deal: "Leave it to me. I was recently granted a marquisate by the emperor, given a large mansion and fief. I can still speak in front of the emperor. Once this sword is completed, I guarantee to deliver it to the emperor and have him wear it."

"You're the Marquis of Changsheng? You're Wang Sheng from Worry-Free City?" Everyone was shocked. Old Tie asked in surprise. The news of the emperor recently enfeoffing a Marquis of Changsheng had spread almost throughout the world. Countless people wanted to emulate Wang Sheng, serve the royal family, and strive for an hereditary title for their wives and children. He never expected that the protagonist of the story was the person in front of them whom everyone had been calling Little Killer.

"It's me, it's me." Wang Sheng hurriedly nodded repeatedly, and once again cupped his fist to the grandmasters: "I didn't introduce myself earlier, please forgive my impoliteness!"

"So it's the Marquis in person, it is we who have been impolite." Old Tie smiled wryly. The Little Killer had become a Marquis, this was not good.

"Bullshit Marquis, if you think highly of me, just call me Little Killer, or call me Hammer-Wielder, but don't call me Marquis." Wang Sheng waved his hand directly. Putting on the airs of a Marquis in front of these grandmasters would only push people away. Wang Sheng wasn't that stupid: "I originally came here today to invite you to dinner and drinks, and it just so happened to coincide with Master Wu's advancement, a joyous occasion. Please don't spoil the fun!"

After he said that, everyone immediately returned to that natural atmosphere, no longer having the kind of rejection they had when they mentioned the Marquis just now.

Master Wu was already so pleasantly surprised that he couldn't speak. Wang Sheng, the Marquis of Changsheng, guaranteed that his work would be worn by the emperor. Just this sword alone would be enough to make Master Wu's name spread far and wide.

Everyone was equally happy. If the story of this sword, coupled with the twists and turns of the advancement, were to spread out, all of the grandmasters of Linglong Pavilion would be able to become the protagonists of stories that would be passed down through the ages. Having reached their level, they sought neither wealth nor power, what they sought was for their skills and their reputation to be passed down.

"It's been almost a day, you're not hungry, but I'm hungry." Wang Sheng joked to the grandmasters: "Knowing that you don't provide meals, I made preparations early and bought wine and food on the way. Today, I'll borrow your place, borrow this venue, and have you comment on whether I, the dignified Little Chef God, can be worthy of the title of grandmaster in cooking and eating."

It was true that they hadn't eaten after carefully watching Master Wu's craftsmanship for most of the day. Everyone had been immersed in observation and deliberation before, so they didn't feel anything, but now that Wang Sheng mentioned it, they really were a little hungry.

Since Wang Sheng had already prepared everything, everyone wasn't polite with Wang Sheng, the Marquis, and just sat and waited for Wang Sheng to show off his skills.

The fire was readily available, it was the blacksmith's furnace fire used to melt the iron ingots, and the kitchen in this courtyard had things like spatulas. Shopkeeper Chen and Mei'er seemed to be the lowest in status among this group of people, so they could only be wronged to wash the dishes and pots. After everything was carefully cleaned, Wang Sheng began his cooking performance.

In the end, cooking skills embody control. Whether it's knife skills or heat control, it's all the same. Wang Sheng's cooking skills in the camp on Earth were basically able to meet the normal people's requirements for eating. After coming to this world, his cultivation had greatly improved, and his muscle perception and taste had improved more than a little. Moreover, he had personally guided that batch of chefs in Worry-Free City for a long time. As soon as he started, he gave everyone a stunning feeling.

Cutting vegetables and meat in Wang Sheng's hands was simply a more wonderful show than acrobatics. At this time, Wang Sheng's knife skills were many times better than when he was selling meat in Worry-Free City. No matter how he cut, it was perfect. Everyone only saw a flash of knife light and heard an almost continuous long sound of 'tuk tuk tuk'. The meat and vegetables on the cutting board all became the shape Wang Sheng wanted.

When he got to the stove, Master Wu also became interested and personally went down to control the fire for Wang Sheng. This was originally a blacksmith's furnace, not an ordinary stove for stir-frying. Master Wu's control skills were a hundred times more exquisite than Wang Sheng's. Whatever heat Wang Sheng wanted, he could control it.

Hot oil, high heat, adding ingredients, stir-frying. As Wang Sheng's spatula flew, a burst of flames rose fiercely in the wok. A series of actions even carried a unique sense of rhythm.

It cannot be denied that any skill, when it really reaches its peak, will give people a sense of unspoken beauty, even in labor. Everyone was now immersed in Wang Sheng's heartfelt performance, completely forgetting that everyone present was already starving.

Wang Sheng's movements were very fast. He had cut the ingredients before, and then stir-fried them one by one in succession. Before long, a dozen plates of full portions, exquisitely arranged and extremely delicious dishes were placed in front of everyone.

"Everyone, please!" Wang Sheng cleanly washed the wok and then came to the table, reaching out to everyone and saying: "Today, I just bought some dishes on the way, just a few home-style dishes, not to mention color, aroma, taste, meaning, and shape, everyone just make do with it. My cultivation is not enough, and some things cannot be perfect. When I advance again, I estimate that I will be able to let everyone taste more perfect dishes, please!"