Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 569 Making a Deal with the God of Food

Shrek Academy, on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Oscar sat casually in the middle of the wheat field, picking a plump ear of grain. Sometimes he would turn his head to look to the side, and sometimes he would look through time and space to help Han Tao find the power buried in the dust of history.

"Any clues?"

Han Tao held up a stalk of grain.

Fruit is another form of plant. "If it didn't acquire a cocoon structure, perhaps it would offer a different answer?"

"no!"

Oscar shook his head slightly, and just as Han Tao was about to leave, he suddenly opened his throat and said, "Wait, Han Tao!"

"what happened?"

"God of Cookery, I'd like to meet you!"

Han Tao stopped in his tracks.

He frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Why is the God of Cookery looking for me? What is his purpose?"

"Yeah, sure!"

The moment Han Tao agreed, Oscar activated the engraving stone on his wrist, and a projection of the god's consciousness appeared in front of Han Tao.

"You are Han Tao?"

The God of Cookery spoke in a comforting and kind tone.

Han Tao scrutinized him for a long time. The God of Food's indifferent eyes held a hint of condescension, but this emotion was well hidden, and Han Tao did not deliberately pay attention to it.

"Are you the God of Cookery?"

"Interfering in the mortal realm through divine projection, is it merely to exchange pleasantries with me?"

The God of Cookery smiled gently: "Of course not!"

"Some time ago, the Nine-Colored Goddess also found a successor. Her successor is exceptionally talented and is destined to become the 'Nine-Colored' Goddess."

"And you, as her lover, if you cannot attain godhood and instead perish in the mortal realm, what a pity that would be!"

It possesses a gentle, divine aura, like a wind sweeping across the entire wilderness.

The golden wheat fields and straw swayed as the God of Food spoke, as if echoing his opinion.

"Han Tao, I can help you find a divine position!"

Han Tao remained silent for a moment.

After a long pause, he composed himself and asked, "Why?"

Why are you willing to help me?

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. What price do I have to pay to help you find the successor to the divine throne?"

Upon hearing this, the God of Cookery hesitated slightly: "The price?"

"This title sounds awful. I'd rather call it 'friendly mutual assistance.' I'll help you find the succession to the divine position, and you'll help me find something in the vast expanse of history."

"what?"

"A lone bamboo shoot!"

"What?" Han Tao suddenly looked up.

Upon hearing the name "Guzhu," he couldn't help but take it seriously, scrutinizing the projection of the God of Food's consciousness with a critical eye.

"Could it be."

"Did the gods of the past also discover the power of Guzhu?"

Oscar, too, focused his gaze, looking at the deity with reverence and prayer.

The God of Food's eyes gleamed with the vicissitudes of time: "The Nine-Colored Goddess and I spent a thousand years accumulating faith and believers to become gods. As a food-type martial soul, we searched for all kinds of usable ingredients and also discovered the terrifying value of the Lone Bamboo."

Bamboo shoots are the young shoots of bamboo.

"Because of their inherent defects, the bamboo cannot grow, which in turn prevents the consumption of their innate essence. They accumulate in the form of 'bamboo shoots', waiting for a moment of transformation."

The God of Cookery's eyes held a hint of regret: "What a pity."

"I have never been able to appreciate its splendor in my entire life!"

Just as the time left in Douluo Continent was about to end, the bamboo shoots of Guzhu failed to transform.

When it finally reached the lower realm again, the "bamboo shoot" that had haunted its dreams had already turned to dust and bones over the years.

"Even though I have existed in the realm of gods since time immemorial, and even though my lifespan is long, there is one thing I can never have again!"

Until the birth of the Eye of Time!
"I need it!"

"I need to acquire it, to understand it!"

The God of Cookery spoke with unwavering conviction, his words carrying a metallic clang.

No Soul Master, or even a god high above, can overlook the value of "Guzhu".

"Okay, I can help you!"

Han Tao immediately said, "I can also tell you how to obtain the extra benefits of Guzhu without absorbing soul rings or soul bones."

Upon hearing this, the God of Food was extremely satisfied.

"Han Tao, what divine position do you want to inherit?"

"As long as I can do it, even if it means I owe you a favor, I can promise you it!"

Han Tao fell into deep thought.

In fact, Han Tao does not intend to follow the path of inheriting the gods. At present, the "Soul Bone Set" is more than half completed, the use of "Faith Power" is as easy as his own arm, and the "Blue Silver Godhood" has been gathered. Becoming the "Blue Silver" God is just something that can be obtained easily.

"Um"

"I need the legacy of the god of emotions."

Emotions are another piece of the puzzle in [Illusion, Mirror, Nightmare], and they are very important.

The soul tool spun, taking out the tempering method for the original soul bone that resembled the "lone bamboo" structure, and handed it to the God of Food.

"okay!"

"These are the coordinates of the Lone Bamboo Shoot, but I don't know which year it died. You'll have to find out for yourself!"

The God of Cookery took Han Tao's diary and synchronized the coordinates with Han Tao.

The eyes of time slowly open.

Like a raging storm, the perception pierced Han Tao's consciousness with a slow, agonizing pain. The immense perception penetrated time, precisely pinpointing the coordinates given by the God of Food.

"A lone bamboo shoot!"

"After its transformation, it will become a 100,000-year-old solitary bamboo, unique in the world!"

—The moment of its transformation is also the moment of its fall.

In the grand scheme of history, this brief moment is insignificant, yet Han Tao accepted this gift with utmost solemnity.

"0.5 growth base!"

"It is the pinnacle of the world's rules!"

Han Tao took out the Blue Silver Scepter. The nine vertical bamboo sections were inspired by the shape of the "Nine-Section Jadeite," while the five horizontal vines were inspired by the shape of the "Millennial Lonely Bamboo" that Tang San hunted.

Even a thousand-year-old solitary bamboo grove is not perfect.

"Now, it will transform once again."

The withered bones are dazzling and alluring.

Its form, structure, and additional growth base will all be inherited by the Blue Silver Scepter. The scepter's structure will also be disassembled and transformed, outlining a peerless beauty of 9*9.

"Han Tao, where is the answer I want?" The God of Cookery couldn't wait any longer.

Han Tao glanced at it casually, took out paper and pen, and drew the microscopic structure of the bamboo on the paper.

"Yes, this is it!"

"This is exactly what I wanted, what you call 'extra growth base,' a truly accurate name!"

The God of Food said with satisfaction.

Han Tao frowned: "God of Food, you are already a god, and you can no longer break through your level. Even if you obtain the structure of Guzhu, what is the point?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"At my level, I naturally have ways to make up for past shortcomings in growth, but such methods are extremely precious even in the entire God Realm!"

He spoke with great enthusiasm, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over Han Tao.

"I've heard that your martial soul was exceptionally weak. Compared to other soul masters, you need this theory even more."

Han Tao nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

"However, I won't hand it over to you so easily!"

The God of Food chuckled and shook his head: "The 'lone bamboo shoot' you helped me find is part of a deal we've already completed. I will also fulfill my promise to pass on the inheritance of the God of Emotions to you. However, if you want to obtain new information, you'll need to pay an additional price!"

The God of Cookery knew, of course, that Han Tao had secretly pocketed a lot of benefits while helping to find Gu Zhu, but he didn't care at all.

As a deity, he possessed an enormous amount of resources.

He doesn't need to use coercion or bribery to force lower-level soul masters to hand over their achievements; with a wave of his hand, he can make others respect him and offer up everything.

Han Tao raised an eyebrow: "What else do you want?"

"If conditions permit, I can exchange it for a theory of equal value."

The God of Cookery suddenly fell silent.

Examining Han Tao, the divine sense swept over Han Tao's body, revealing a terrifying external soul bone set, a "blue silver armor" that vaguely exuded a sense of oppression, a mixture of supreme bloodline power, and an organ circulation system that generated the five elements.
"Every system deserves the secret techniques I provide."

Greed arose in the God of Food's heart.

As a god, he suppressed greed with overwhelming willpower, meticulously unraveling the mystery.
—The armor, transformed from Blue Silver Grass and imbued with a soul bone, is something I may not be able to replicate.
—The organ system and the blood system are clearly independent systems, and this part can be copied into oneself.
So he spoke softly: "I want the complete system of your internal organs."

Han Tao refused: "Not enough!"

"Right now, the chips you've offered aren't enough!"

The complete system of organ evolution involves the Mysterious Heaven Technique, the "qi vortex" of innate soul power, and the liquid vortex of innate soul power.

The exponential qualitative change was formed by the perfect fusion of tidal power, the twin star system, and the Xuan Tian Gong.

What the God of Cookery offered wasn't worth exchanging for so much information. "I'd be at a disadvantage in this kind of deal!"

"Then I want your bloodline system, and how it's implemented!"

The God of Cookery, settling for second best, spoke up.

Upon approaching, I saw Han Tao shaking his head once again.

"The Bodhi Blood System is built upon a complete logic of organ function and even includes the contents of the organ system."

"Compared to the internal organs, this part is even more difficult to achieve!"

The consciousness projection looked embarrassed.

He immediately raised his voice: "This won't work, that won't work, then what can you give me?"

"What are you willing to give me? Don't you want to find a way to make up for the previous numerical deficiencies from me?"

Han Tao lowered his head in deep thought.

To compensate for the numerical deficiency of low early-stage martial soul strength. This is extremely important, and Han Tao is extremely eager for this part of the theory.

"That's all."

"Even if I suffer a loss, I must get this part of the value!"

Pause, guide your fingers, and let the air dappled with illusion.

"Oscar, come here!"

Oscar asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Turning his head, Han Tao asked the projection of the God of Food's consciousness, "When you accepted him as the successor to the divine position, did you consider what he wanted to do?"

"What does he want to do?"

Han Tao pointed to the rabbit in Oscar's hand, "Heh, he wants to bring this rabbit back to life."

The God of Cookery remained silent, his face grim.

"absurd!"

"Oscar, why do you want to revive it? Give me a reason!"

"If your reasons do not satisfy me, I may have to reconsider the selection of the God of Cookery's successor."

Oscar stammered, his face contorted with embarrassment, as he glanced at the figure of the divine consciousness, while Han Tao spoke again.

"She possesses something truly precious!"

"what?"

"The ratio of pink skin tones!"

Completely unfamiliar terms.

The God of Cookery couldn't understand, so he looked at Oscar and found that Oscar was equally bewildered.

"Han Tao, what does this mean?"

Han Tao chuckled: "A Soul Master's muscles include red muscle groups, pink muscle groups, and white muscle groups, and Xiao Wu's proportions are unparalleled in the world."

After the Soft Bone Rabbit is resurrected, the muscle group ratio of its body may not be the same as before, and it is impossible to determine which is better or worse.

Therefore, Han Tao was quite happy to see Oscar want to revive the Soft Bone Rabbit.

"What does its pink skin tone ratio have to do with me?"

The God of Cookery asked in confusion, while Han Tao also showed a satisfied smile.

"This is what we'll be discussing next."

"You come up with a way to make up for the numerical losses in the early stages, and I will also tell you how to acquire the superior physical characteristics of other people."

Gently turn your fingers over.

The pages of the diary are inscribed with the implementation guidelines for the transformation from "deep treatment" to "physical transformation".

(End of this chapter)