Douluo: Twin Stars: The Descend of the Gods

The morning sun shines on the earth.

Yesterday, Ning Fengzhi and Linglu returned to the sect at 1 a.m. After arriving at the sect, Linglu temporarily placed the girl in her room.

But Linglu didn’t understand why Ning Fengzhi looked at her more and more strangely after seeing this.

The room was assigned by Ning Fengzhi and is relatively close to the main hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

In about the same place as Jian Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Rongrong.

In addition, except for the meteorite iron that she put in her shoulder bag, all other things were put into the storage soul guide, including the things that were originally in the shoulder bag.

By the way, the storage soul guide was a storage bag, and after putting the things in it, Ling Lu put it in her own shoulder bag.

Well, to round it off, the shoulder bag has endured everything it shouldn't have.

When I came back last night, I greeted the two Douluo, Jian Gu, except for the five-year-old Ning Rongrong who had fallen asleep.

With their level of cultivation, they could completely replace sleep with meditation, so even though it was already very late, they were both still awake.

But considering that Linglu was still a child, everyone just briefly introduced themselves to each other, and Ning Fengzhi let her go back to her room to rest.

……

It was only ten in the morning, just after six o'clock, and Linglu was busy in the kitchen, cooking a pot of steaming bone soup.

It was my first formal meeting with everyone, and I decided to show off my skills first.

Although she was just a soul fragment, she remembered that she had cooked in every world she had arrived in before, so her skills should not have become rusty.

What’s more, she added a special ingredient this time, ensuring that the soup would be both nourishing and fragrant!

She had already tried this during her time in Sunset Forest.

Time passed little by little, and gradually it came to eight o'clock. Linglu started to make soup at half past five, and it has been two and a half hours now.

The rich aroma from the pot wafted out. Fortunately, this was the kitchen near the main hall, so not many disciples came. Otherwise, the aroma would have attracted a large number of people.

At this time, Linglu heard a familiar and gentle voice coming from the door, with a hint of surprise in the voice: "Xiaolu? You come to the kitchen to make soup so early in the morning?"

Ning Fengzhi was attracted by the fragrance and saw what she was doing as soon as he entered the door.

Ling Lu looked at him and smiled sweetly: "Good morning, Uncle Ning. I thought that since this is the first time I'm officially meeting you all, I don't have much to show you, so I thought I'd let you guys have a taste of my cooking skills."

Although she could create a technique suitable for the two Douluo Jian Gu directly based on them, she did not do so.

She saw that their souls were both good and evil, and since they had just met, so everything remained to be observed.

Why give Ning Fengzhi the skills directly?

Because Ning Fengzhi's soul tends to be kind, and Ling Lu needs to gain a lofty position in his heart, so that she can become a guest of honor of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

And she did have a backup plan. She set up a trick in the "Nine Colors Concentration Technique".

This technique has nine levels in total, and only with her guidance can one comprehend the essence of this technique.

If not, Ning Fengzhi could only cultivate to the seventh level at most, which means he still could not break through to level 80.

……

Ning Fengzhi felt extremely relieved after hearing Ling Lu's words: "Good child, we are all family now, there is no need to be so polite. We haven't given you anything yet, but you are thinking of honoring us first?"

Looking at Linglu busy in the kitchen, he couldn't help but think of his daughter.

Look, she starts cooking by herself at such a young age. He learned this from Linglu before. Linglu is only six years old and less than half a year old.

On the other hand, his own daughter is still sleeping in at around 8 o'clock. He didn't think it was a big deal before, as she is just a child after all.

But now, after comparing them, he finally felt what it meant to be a child from another family. It seemed that Ning Rongrong was indeed spoiled by those two seniors.

……

After a while, Linglu's soup was ready. Ning Fengzhi had been waiting by her side during this time. He wanted to come several times, but she refused every time.

The soup was brought to the reception room. Four people gathered in front of a round table. In addition to Ning Fengzhi and Ling Lu, the other two Titled Douluo were also present.

Because Ning Rongrong was still sleeping, they didn't have the heart to wake her up.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, this is the soup that Xiaolu made herself early in the morning. How is it?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Chen and Yu Gurong both looked at Ling Lu who was sitting next to them in surprise.

"Master, are you trying to take credit for this little girl? Such a delicious soup, was it really made by just a child?" said Gu Rong on the side.

He had a look of disbelief on his face. The soup was delicious in color, aroma, taste and appearance. Just the smell made him salivate. He really couldn't believe that it was made by a child.

Ning Fengzhi laughed: "Uncle Gu, you know my character. I won't take credit for others. This is indeed the soup Xiaolu made herself."

Linglu also pretended to be a child and said to them expectantly, "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu, I have been preparing this since five in the morning. Why don't you try it first?"

Before the other two could speak, Jian Chen, who had been motionless, heard the words and immediately used the soup spoon to scoop himself a bowl of soup.

He smelled the flavor and wanted to drink it a long time ago, but because of his status as an elder, he didn't move.

But now even the person who made the soup had spoken, so he naturally couldn't wait to start drinking it.

When others saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

Aren't you usually the most stable person?

Why did you suddenly become so anxious?

Jian Chen ignored their gazes. As soon as the soup entered his mouth, a rich and mellow taste entered his mouth, mixed with a trace of pure soul power...

and many more!

Pure soul power? !

He put down the bowl beside his mouth, and his eyes changed when he looked at Linglu. The trace of soul power just now was so pure that even someone with his level of cultivation could feel the obvious increase in soul power.

Although it is not a lot for him, he is a Titled Douluo!

And this bowl of soup is actually comparable to his dozens of days of hard training!

The other two people nearby saw his horrified look.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Jian, what's wrong with you? Is this soup not tasty?"

Hearing this, Linglu muttered quietly, "That shouldn't be the case... I remember it tasted quite good when brewed this way."

Jian Chen didn't say much when he saw this. He just said, "You guys should try it too," and continued to drink the soup. He quickly finished it and then filled another bowl.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong looked at each other in silence for a while, then they also filled a bowl of soup and put it to their mouths to taste it carefully.

But as soon as they sipped the soup, they both raised their heads abruptly and looked at Ling Lu with horror.