Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

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'Transmigration Cult'!

Thinking of the formidable enemy that Master Mu inadvertently provoked, Dou Bao furrowed his brow.

'I don't even know where their main base is.'

'If I knew, the poison I just concocted might... take care of them once and for all.'

'But it should be very hard to find, right?'

'If it could really be found, the Empire would have sent the army long ago.'

'So...'

'I must train even harder.'

Dou Bao, thinking this, made up his mind, took a 'Nourishing Essence Pill' that afternoon, and practiced his punches even more diligently.

Aiming to find his strength and train his 'muscles and tendons'.

Thinking of this, Dou Bao snapped back to reality.

At this moment, Jason had already finished eating a bucket of rice.

"Eat slowly, there's more."

Dou Bao stood up smiling, and carried out another bucket of rice from the kitchen.

After roughly estimating Master Mu's appetite at the Drunken Fairy Tower yesterday, she had given up on luck and prepared meals each time with the quantity for twenty people in mind.

Fortunately, she had the help of two housemaids; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

'However, Master Mu still doesn't seem to be satisfied.'

'Should I hire two more housemaids in a while?'

'Sigh, that's more extra expenses.'

'And why has the price of meat gone up again recently?'

'Not just pork, but beef and lamb as well, it's practically a different price every day.'

Thinking of these trivial matters, Dou Bao picked up her small bowl of rice and started eating.

This 'small bowl' was decided after comparison with Jason; Jason usually ate with a bucket, so a basin-sized bowl appeared to be small in contrast.

For a martial artist.

Being able to eat is a blessing.

Jason, Dou Bao were having lunch, while on Martial Arts Street, before Zhao Laosi's stall, Jia Youcai led the first set of constables to swap shifts with another, taking a short break.

Speaking of a break, it was simply sitting at the teashop across the street, eating some food bought from the street vendors.

Some braised snacks and white-skinned pancakes, washed down with tea.

However, apart from Jia Youcai, this team of constables had no appetite at all.

"Boss, don't you feel unwell?"

One constable asked.

"Unwell?"

"You get used to it after seeing it often."

"This is nothing. The scene at the docks before, in front of the Drunken Fairy Tower last night, that's something to fear."

Jia Youcai said slowly after eating a piece of fatty intestine, taking a bite of the white-skinned pancake, and drinking some tea.

"Indeed!"

"We've all heard about it, boss, you had a great fight with the thief."

"If it weren't for you, that thief would've escaped."

"And in front of the Drunken Fairy Tower, you also took down several assassins."

"Boss, you're something else."

The surrounding constables raised their thumbs as they spoke.

"I've been trained, after all."

"And let me tell you, at that time..."

Jia Youcai wiped his mouth and habitually began boasting.

The surrounding constables immediately started flattering him one by one.

When Jia Youcai got excited, he'd motion as if he was truly the biggest hero behind the recent major cases in the Mountain City, as flattered by the constables.

Of course, Jia Youcai knew he wasn't.

The real hero was that Master Mu.

Him?

Just a sidekick.

But with everyone praising him, he couldn't help himself.

Never again!

This is the last time!

Jia Youcai warned himself like this.

Then, as if unlocking a mental knot, he began even more exaggeratedly to recount the events of the past two days, boasting about himself.

The constables naturally continued to flatter him.

However, someone watching from a distance sneered.

Then, this person turned around and walked towards the end of Martial Arts Street.

'Zhang Martial Arts School'.

When he arrived in front of the martial arts school with the signboard, he nodded to the two senior brothers at the door and went straight to the backyard.

Compared to Jason's martial arts school, this 'Zhang Martial Arts School' was much larger.

Not only the training grounds, but the backyard was also divided into two courtyards inside the main entrance.

At this moment, Zhang, Li, and Zhao were sitting in the reception room of the east wing.

The meal and wine on the table earlier had long been cleared away, replaced by tea and pastries.

The aroma of tea quickly dispelled the smell of leftover food.

"Master, I've found out."

"Here's what happened."

The disciple who was spying, under the instruction of his master, spoke directly without any cover-up.

"Ha, that Jia Youcai really dares to talk big."

A tall, thin man with large knuckles sitting to the side laughed.

"It's just a joke, you should just listen and let it go."

The short, sturdy man with equally large knuckles sitting opposite was very affable.

"Brother Li, Brother Zhao, you haven't quite grasped it this time."

"For someone like Jia Youcai, to have witnessed Mu Bai's martial arts and still talk like that, what does it indicate?"

Zhang Ming, sitting in the main seat with a teacup in hand, asked with a smile.

The Master Li who first spoke was already skinny enough, but Zhang Ming was even more so, looking almost emaciated, especially when sitting there like a thin, bony bird.

Plus his sparse hair, he looked like a hungry vulture standing there.

Though he was smiling at the moment, it felt like a smile that didn't reach the eyes.

"What does it indicate?"

Both Li and Zhao, the two masters, were puzzled.

"It indicates that Mu Bai has been severely injured, and probably doesn't have long to live."

"Previously, he used our name to open a school on Martial Arts Street."

"You could even say he climbed over us to rise."

"The wheel of fortune comes full circle!"

"Now it's our turn!"