My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 488 - 474: The Shocked Celestial Venerable Wen Ce

Chapter 488: Chapter 474: The Shocked Celestial Venerable Wen Ce

"Hmm, it might be useful as an ingredient, but I haven’t tried it yet," Fu Qingjun answered with a smile.

"Is it a newly discovered species??"

Chen Weizhu asked curiously.

"Indeed," Fu Qingjun nodded, "Welcome to help with the research, Chef."

She picked up the snail shell and examined it closely.

On it, she felt an enigmatic and mysterious aura, as if it held the profound secrets of the universe, subtly aligned with the Celestial Dao. Watching it for a long while felt like a mysterious vortex absorbing her thoughts.

"Perhaps it’s an unimaginably rare unknown spiritual material," she said.

"Maybe,"

Fu Qingjun casually replied while sitting nearby.

After all, there was only one snail shell left, Fu Qingjun had dug out the meat, and they relied on that bit of meat to regrow the shell, turning it into an eternal food supply.

Another food production line.

This woman was someone Fu Qingjun had unintentionally met while opening the restaurant.

She seemed to be an elder of the strongest sect around here, a young and powerful figure, the daughter of a strong-willed character.

However, seeing Chen Weizhu, Fu Qingjun felt a similar sensation to when he first saw Qin Hong.

Small, melancholic, despairing, with a stubborn and defiant aura. Such women, when they erupt, are like volcanoes, inexplicably harsh on themselves.

Qin Hong was indeed such a tough person, stubborn, and defiant.

Back then, when Fu Qingjun had just become Fu Qingjun, he encountered Qin Hong, standing at the night club’s entrance, contemplating whether to sell herself. In the end, Fu Qingjun hurriedly took her hair.

Upon further understanding, it seemed this young elder was facing a similar situation.

Her father wanted her to marry someone to ensure their family’s survival, to continue the lineage of tens of thousands within their family. Thus, her days in the sect seemed rather oppressed.

"Every family has a difficult verse to recite."

"Not only mortals, but even these formidable beings are no exception."

This kind of small yet defiant unique aura is quite rare, so Fu Qingjun struck up a conversation with her, slowly getting to know her, especially since she was a good chef.

After all, this sect was the core of the current generation’s strong figures.

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce had reincarnated in this generation, so it was good to have some connections within the sect.

As for helping?

Fu Qingjun didn’t intend to interfere too much.

He often secluded himself on various planets, seldom involving himself in matters.

And how to help?

Perhaps like Qin Hong, but cutting off all her hair, leaving only a clump?

Then let her become the human Primordial God of this Cosmic Era, Jiaxia, Bailong, Ziying, all sharing her face, all her lineage, revealing to the world, "Everyone is my ancestor"?

Since humans’ ancestor had a Mediterranean hairstyle, that’s why all humans in later generations inherited it???

Such rumors are very bad.

It’s all because Qin Hong, this fanatical clump-haired disciple, got infected with a crazy hobby of making others bald, and threw this blame on Fu Qingjun.

And allowing this Cosmic Era to have a clumped-haired Primordial God?

Ha ha.

Fu Qingjun immediately refused.

He didn’t want his strange name to spread across a universe.

"You can try cooking," Fu Qingjun felt at ease.

"Okay,"

Chen Weizhu nodded and started cooking.

But as soon as she put it in the pot and added various spiritual materials, it began to melt and disappear.

"What?"

She paused, dumbfounded.

Fu Qingjun seemed thoughtful, "It obviously has spirituality, might it be unsuitable for normal culinary methods?"

"I feel so," she scratched her head, "there’s a strange aura, as if this ingredient has its own will and rules, alive and wriggling, very mysterious."

"That’s okay, keep trying to cook,"

Fu Qingjun squinted at her, noticing that the plant she had cut down for cooking grew back, secretly cut again and handed over.

"Ah, am I being too wasteful?" She vaguely felt the ingredient was precious.

"No worries, there’s plenty, feel free to experiment," Fu Qingjun dismissed her concerns, having a never-ending food supply machine; after all, cosmic rules exist independently, where does conservation of matter apply?

If rules could be eliminated, this lifeless entity wouldn’t be so terrifying.

It’s perpetually infinite.

"Keep working hard, weren’t you aspiring to improve your alchemy skills?" Fu Qingjun quipped, "Change your destiny?"

"Thank you, boss." Chen Weizhu instantly felt resolute.

She was indeed an industrious employee.

Fu Qingjun remained indifferent.

Time zipped by, a few months had passed.

Chen Weizhu carefully researched culinary ingredients, managing to achieve some success.

With a certain culinary technique, she preserved a small portion of the dish and improved greatly.

After consumption, her mastery of water-related powers skyrocketed, her realm advancing rapidly, akin to unimaginable heavenly treasures.

Meanwhile, Fu Qingjun was surprised to discover:

The rules hadn’t diminished!

After being consumed, they regrew on the original truth plants and animals.

Fu Qingjun couldn’t help but admire this perpetual machine; through consumption, cultivation advanced significantly, yet it regenerated.

"Now, there’s snail noodles to eat."

Fu Qingjun felt a sudden wave of relief.

Before, after cultivation strengthened, eating became less satisfying.

Even the best spiritual materials weren’t enough, lacking flavor.

Now?

Everything was suddenly delightful!

An amazing delight!

Tasting rules: this Cosmic Era’s rules are intriguing.

"Indeed, cosmic rules compose the world, naturally forming a myriad of ingredients."

Fu Qingjun was pleased; after all, regular days were dull, "Next time, I’ll head to the Forest of Truth, find some sorghum-like plants and see if they can ferment wine, find special leaves and see if they can make tea."

This was true decadence.

Drinking wine, savoring tea—such small comforts complete one’s days.

"What’s missing is a little trumpet; once I settle down again, I’ll bring the trumpet over." Fu Qingjun resumed wandering the dark forest, seeking ingredients amid danger.

Time zipped by, cultivation sees no years.

Four years later.

A girl plucked a recruitment notice and strode boldly into the restaurant.

Soon, she was taken to the kitchen for an interview, led by Chen Weizhu.

In the girl’s feigned calm, she flawlessly nailed the trial.

"Wow, not bad, not bad, my standards are absurdly strict; I’ve eliminated thousands. Are you from our sect? Someone with such advanced alchemy techniques in the sect shouldn’t escape my notice." Chen Weizhu remarked with surprise.

Alchemy and cooking divine dishes follow the same principles.

Her bold culinary skills showed clearly strong alchemical prowess.

Even her deft skills seem faintly mirroring mine.

"Dear sister, have I been accepted?" she asked.

After all, I’ve learned my alchemy from you.

"You have." Chen Weizhu paused, "Your name?"

"Chen Nianzi."

She blinked, "Sister, call me Little Nian for closeness."

This worldly name seemingly resurrected long-buried memories.

It’s also the name you gave me,

After all, no Prince’s Mansion would name a servant like me, not even allowing the surname of my father—I was originally called Little Shit.

"It’s surprising we share a surname. Well then, Little Nian, I’ll call you that, follow me." She led her to the kitchen, advancing the culinary exploration.

However, very soon, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce witnessed an unimaginable sight: a bunch of bizarre and frightening ingredients.

What is this???

Impossible!!!

She got goosebumps all over her body!!