“Qingqiu Fox Girl Zuo Qiu Li”
Interest 1: Cooking 【Humans】.
Interest 2: Tasting the flavor of 【Delicacies】.
Interest 3: Slaughtering 【Past Lake Residents】.
……?
What exactly did the Past Lake Residents ever do to him!
How could there be such a psychologically twisted beast!
All day long, it thinks only of killing and eating people or torturing them—truly a mental perversion comparable to that vixen Jiang Wan’er.
According to Limuqun’s original plan, since the other party knew so much about food, their interests surely included things like “loving gourmet food” and the like.
He only needed to make slight adjustments to create a warm and adorable “Animal Friend.”
Some damn locking curse.
But now, no matter which interest he tried to modify, none could realize his plan.
Changing Interest 1, cooking 【Humans】, into cooking 【Limuqun】—catching one person and plucking them dry would probably end in a tragic mess.
Changing Interest 2, tasting the flavor of 【Delicacies】, into tasting the flavor of 【Limuqun】—would his cooking method shift from barbecue to wraps?
Changing Interest 3, slaughtering 【Past Lake Residents】, into slaughtering 【Limuqun】—please, I have only one life; “slaughter” is totally inappropriate!
In short, these three interests completely shattered Limuqun’s plan.
What a useless system, such a useless system!
It was useless last time against Luo Zhi Lan, and now it was useless again!
Restrictions everywhere, traps at every turn.
Why is it that other transmigrated male leads have powers that shake the heavens and earth, leaving no one daring to challenge them, but I get this chicken-rib system only found in some Zhaolie Emperor Literature?
Even the Zhaolie Emperor Literature wouldn’t have so many restrictions!
So falling from heaven to hell only takes a moment.
Limuqun’s sinister smile, ready to succeed, instantly turned into a bitter grimace.
“Young Master, do you also sense the hour has come?”
Zuo Qiu Li in front of him noticed the change in Limuqun’s expression and smiled faintly.
Her slender jade-like hand grazed Limuqun’s cheek, her sharp nails leaving a few streaks of blood.
“But if you ask me, Young Master and I are truly fated. I fear disturbing your human realm’s Purple Mansion and Golden Core cultivators who lurk here at Full Moon Lake, cautious and steady without daring to make a big fuss. I only expected to lure a Qi Refining Cultivator, but you, Young Master, are so considerate, personally visiting the lake.”
“A warm-hearted youth like you is truly rare.”
She leaned close to Limuqun’s ear, her breath fragrant as orchid.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. I certainly won’t let you feel pain.”
Having said that, her sharp nails came together like blades, aimed straight at Limuqun’s throat.
Limuqun closed his eyes, ready to die, his heart devoid of joy or sorrow.
Suddenly, fragments of memories came together, striking his mind like a thunderclap.
【Delicacies】flavor.
Yes, the flavor of 【Delicacies】!
Like being struck by lightning, Limuqun suddenly opened his eyes wide.
There was still room to maneuver! The Soul Crystal hadn’t been wiped out yet!
“Wait!”
As the sharp nails neared his throat, Limuqun shouted loudly.
Zuo Qiu Li paused, then changed from stabbing to choking, grabbing Limuqun’s throat and lifting him up.
“What’s wrong, Young Master? At this point, it’s too late to back out.”
Suppressing the suffocating pain, Limuqun recited the lines he had rehearsed in his mind.
“Sir, do you remember how many people you’ve eaten?”
“Boring question.” Zuo Qiu Li yawned with one hand holding Limuqun, the other lazily raised. “Do you remember how many pills you’ve eaten?”
“Oh? Then would that mean you consider yourself a veteran gourmand in the culinary world?”
“Hmph!” Zuo Qiu Li didn’t reply verbally, but her sharply raised chin said it all.
Yet Limuqun burst into loud laughter as if he’d just heard the biggest joke in the world.
His laughter was mocking, disdainful, even tinged with subtle contempt.
“What are you laughing at?”
Zuo Qiu Li blinked, clearly confused by Limuqun’s sudden madness.
“Ahem, what am I laughing at?”
“I’m laughing that you, a Purple Mansion cultivator who’s eaten so many people, are still just skimming the surface, never having tasted true delicacies, yet dare to call yourself an old gourmet.”
“It’s absolutely laughable!”
Like a dragon’s reverse scale had been struck, anger blazed fiercely in Zuo Qiu Li’s eyes.
Her grip on Limuqun’s throat tightened, nearly crushing it.
She considered herself a veteran expert in gourmet food; though she had turned to eating humans for revenge these years, even then she carefully selected and exquisitely prepared her meals.
Now Limuqun’s words dismissed her sole passion.
How could Zuo Qiu Li not be furious?
“Don’t think you can escape death by pretending to be crazy.”
“Just telling the truth.”
Limuqun felt blood surge in his lungs but still stood his ground, speaking loudly:
“I observed the seasoning you use when cooking with the ingredients I prepared: just common spices—cumin, chili peppers. You don’t even have Cloud Shell. Can you still call yourself an old gourmet?”
“You’re willing to eat, but I refuse to accept this humiliation!”
“Cloud Shell?”
Zuo Qiu Li murmured the name with confusion, loosening her grip slightly.
“What’s that? I’ve never heard of it.”
She had roamed the world, tasting all sorts of delicacies, from mountain treasures to sea delicacies.
But Cloud Shell was unheard of.
“You don’t know? Understandable, you’ve secluded yourself at this lake—such a remote backwater, news is scarce.”
“Cloud Shell is a new seasoning invented by some human cultivators who specialize in the Food Path.”
Finally able to catch her breath, Limuqun breathed deeply and slowly said:
“This seasoning extracts the essence of grains, supplemented by chicken, duck, fish, and the juices of ginseng and abalone. It undergoes nineteen processes of careful craftsmanship and repeated distillation to create. Any food it touches becomes extraordinarily fragrant, making one’s mouth water three feet away, soul utterly captivated.”
“I once tasted a dish made with Cloud Shell seasoning; dipping chopsticks into the broth and bringing it to my mouth, the fresh aroma shot straight to the crown of my head, and my five internal organs felt as if soaked in a soup so fresh it made your eyebrows fall off. Breathing itself carried freshness; I wished I could lick the bowl clean. To be honest, even all the rare delicacies in the world combined couldn’t compare to a tenth of that meal’s flavor.”
“Now that I’m dead, I remember I was the only son in my family, a Heaven’s Chosen of the sect.
If I hadn’t had Cloud Shell as seasoning, I’d feel resentful to death; even in death, my flesh would be stiff!”
“Extraordinarily fragrant, mouth-watering three feet away, soul captivated, the five internal organs feeling soaked in soup so fresh it made your eyebrows fall off.”
Zuo Qiu Li frowned, muttering to herself the vivid image he fabricated so offhandedly.
She had to admit, Limuqun’s plagiarized descriptions, borrowed from that worldly food show in his past life, truly worked on a gourmet lover.
Though suspecting some trickery, Zuo Qiu Li couldn’t resist the spark of culinary curiosity.
She asked, “Then where can this Cloud Shell be found?”
Got it, the fish took the bait.
Limuqun’s lips curled into a barely perceptible, wicked smile.