Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 550 It's very sharp when you eat it.

"So this is what you wanted?"

The auspicious beast nodded with a strange expression: "Since the cub of the Xuan Guang Mirage has already hatched, the mirage shell is indeed of no use to me anymore. You can take it."

Chen Ping chuckled and said, "Alright, you're a true friend. If you have any problems next time, just come to me. As long as I can handle it, I'll definitely smooth things over for you."

As he spoke, Chen Ping took the shell of the enormous, colorful, mysterious mirage and removed the fist-sized, already broken pearl from the center.

"Speaking of which, the young Xuan Guang Shen should have a better appetite for this pearl shell, right? If I remember correctly, when you first hatched, you also gnawed your own golden eggshell clean."

As he spoke, Chen Ping couldn't help but find it a little funny. Back then, the auspicious beast looked like a wet little dog, not at all as majestic as it is now.

I don't think it's necessary.

Before the auspicious beast could finish speaking, a white whirlwind emerged from its tail, nibbling away all the powder from the large pearl, and lingering briefly on Chen Ping's palm.

Just as Chen Ping subconsciously reached out to touch the white stream of energy and peek at the true appearance of the Rainbow Scale Mystic Light Mirage, the white stream of energy darted back into the mythical beast's large tail.

"Okay, maybe it'll still come in handy."

The mythical beast stammered, its tone somewhat awkward, while Chen Ping carefully put away the mirage shell as if it were a priceless treasure.

Although the answer he obtained by scanning with his mental power may not be as clear or accurate as the result obtained by Huo Yuhao's mental detection, the nature of the results is the same.

If the illusionary mist created by the mirage shell can't detect anything from his mental detection, then any Soul Master who still uses mental power probably wouldn't be able to see through his disguise.

With one more secret treasure that he didn't need for the time being, Chen Ping was clearly in a good mood. He returned to the iron plate, lit a fire, and began to heat the iron plate for teppanyaki.

Although the Thunder Tyrant in front of us is far less outrageous than the Evil Emperor, which has a full eighty-one tentacles.

When the Evil Eye Clan reaches the age of ten thousand years, they begin to possess tentacles and are known as the Evil Eye Tyrant. Therefore, the Thunder Evil Tyrant in front of us also possesses a full five tentacles.

As Chen Ping thawed it, clusters of soft, brown markings appeared, with five long tentacles hanging down. Fortunately, Chen Ping had hung them on the treetops earlier, so they didn't fall to the ground.

Soon, hot, sizzling air rose from the hot plate, and Chen Ping placed a cut-up tentacle coil on it, instantly producing a sizzling sound.

Not only that, Chen Ping also pressed another small iron plate firmly on top, allowing his hands to feel the hot oil frying on the iron plate.

In just over ten seconds, a mouthwatering aroma wafted out. Chen Ping leisurely flipped it over and continued grilling. After several repetitions, he took out his secret sauce, brushed it on, and sprinkled on some cumin.

Soon, a huge iron plate tentacle string, a full meter long, was completed, and Chen Ping took a bite without hesitation.

The lightning-attribute tentacles of the Thunder Tyrant, combined with its already top-notch texture, brewed in Chen Ping's mouth. When he took a bite, it exploded instantly, and the first thing that appeared was that tingling and numb feeling.

After the tingling and numbing sensation, an indescribable sweetness and chewy texture explode in your mouth!

The outer layer of the tentacle meat was grilled on the iron plate until it was slightly charred and crispy. Biting through that crispy shell revealed a juicy, soft, and surprisingly chewy gelatinous texture inside.

What's even more amazing is that the residual lightning soul power of the Thunder Tyrant did not completely dissipate. Instead, it underwent a subtle change under the extreme heat, transforming into a gentle yet extremely refreshing tingling sensation.

Like countless tiny electric currents leaping and bursting on the tip of the tongue, it not only doesn't cause any numbness, but also elevates the umami flavor to its extreme, stimulating the taste buds to cheer with joy.

"Hmm—!" Chen Ping squinted his eyes in satisfaction and mumbled a sound of admiration.

"Tsk, is it really that delicious?"

The mythical beast tentatively stretched out its pink nose and sniffed, then subconsciously swallowed.

"Mmm, delicious! The tingling sensation after the high-temperature transformation is the perfect finishing touch, elevating the texture of these tentacles to a whole new level!"

"Besides that." After swallowing the plate of tentacle roll, Chen Ping's expression was a little strange. Even though he had already swallowed the food, Chen Ping still frowned slightly.

"No, you're not trying to pretend this isn't actually that good so you can eat it all by yourself, are you?"

The auspicious beast was puzzled when it saw Chen Ping's expression, which was both one of enjoyment and hesitation.

"No, no," Chen Ping said helplessly. "I just don't know how to describe the extra texture of this stuff to you right now."

"How should I put it, this thing is very sharp when you eat it."

"It was delicious, but while eating it, I felt like I'd been punched in the face, tsk."

Chen Ping took another bite and chewed it heartily. At the same time, he deftly skewered another tentacle roll of the same weight, brushed it with sauce, and sprinkled it with spices. His movements were fluid and graceful.

The rich aroma spread powerfully, accompanied by the cheerful sizzling of oil on the hot plate, creating a mouthwatering symphony.

The mythical beast was also confused. Was it because she hadn't learned the human language system well enough? When did humans start using the word 'sharp' to describe food?

At this moment, I was also made a little uncomfortable by the aroma.

She held her head high, but her eyes unconsciously drifted to the tempting, sizzling golden-yellow iron plate.

That unique aroma, unlike that of ordinary meat, mixed with the vitality of lightning and the intensity of spices, constantly challenged her reserve.

"Alright, have you finished tasting it? Your tongue might not be as reliable as mine. Let me test it for you and see if this Thunder Tyrant's iron plate tentacles are really that sharp."

The mythical beast stared intently at the string of fragrant roasted tentacles so close at hand. The alluring color and irresistible aroma made her unconsciously paw at the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the auspicious beast's cheeks flushed slightly, and the tips of its ears seemed to twitch a little. It simply placed its two front paws on either side of the iron plate, staring intently at Chen Ping, as if it would overturn the stall if Chen Ping didn't give it a skewer of roasted tentacles.

"Alright, alright, I give up. This string is yours."

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and handed a skewer of grilled tentacles, still dripping with sauce, to the auspicious beast.

The auspicious beast gave a forced hum, gracefully lowered its head, and carefully used its teeth to hold the edge of the tentacle string.

The moment that strange flavor, a blend of tingling from lightning, intense sweetness, and a chewy, caramelized texture, exploded in her mouth, the mythical beast's little head instinctively shook for a moment, then it turned away nonchalantly, leaving only a seemingly calm tail swaying slightly with obvious pleasure.

Chen Ping wasn't lying; this thing really is very sharp. The strange taste of the crackling, thunderous power exploding in your mouth is something not everyone can handle.

(End of this chapter)