Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 200 Invincible and Unbreakable

Chen Xu sat cross-legged in front of the small red clay stove.

After listening to the Wild Goose Ghost King recount his life story.

The story isn't actually new, because there's nothing new under the sun.

The powerless young man, though blinded by rage with a kitchen knife, was ultimately no match for the overwhelming force. In the chaos, he couldn't protect his wife and daughter, and watched helplessly as they perished in the chase.
He came from humble origins and had an ordinary background.

There have never been any earth-shattering stories.

They were not from powerful families, had no sectarian feuds, and were not involved in any romantic entanglements or love affairs.

But he possessed a reckless courage, and fueled by intense hatred, he ultimately escaped the pursuit.

After that, it was a struggle to survive.

The world is so vast, encompassing the seven prefectures of Tiannan, the nine mountains of Kunlun, the twelve circuits of Yujing, and the abyss of eternal calamity…

He had been to many places, and he hadn't been to many places.

He didn't have many opportunities; he couldn't join any prestigious martial arts sects or families, and it was even difficult for him to study at a martial arts school in a small local town.

He worked as a porter, a laborer, and a thug, but he couldn't learn those lofty and profound skills. So he relied solely on his kitchen knife, practicing diligently day and night, and figuring out the techniques on his own.

Practice drawing and sheathing the sword, but don't practice anything else, only slashing.

Three more years passed in this way, through cold winters and hot summers.

One day, he suddenly discovered that his knife could cleave a rapidly flying mosquito in two in the blink of an eye.

Two years later, he could clearly see the flight path of mosquitoes and, when he struck, he would not kill the mosquitoes but only cut off their wings.

He then knew that the time for his revenge had come.

At this point in the story, the Wild Goose Ghost King paused slightly.

The porridge in the earthenware pot was gently bubbling, and the flames in the small red clay stove had somehow dwindled.

From a fierce blaze to a gentle smoldering fire.

Chen Xu controlled the fire at will, listening quietly as the other person recounted their past.

This time, he did not add the fruit of a hundred evils to the porridge, because what the Wild Goose Ghost King wanted was perhaps just the simplest and most unadorned bowl of porridge.

The Wild Goose Ghost King said, "I killed the entire family of the steward, including the landlord who bought my land back then."

But I only killed the landlord, not his whole family.

I've considered whether to kill his entire family. Aren't the others innocent?

But before I could figure out the answer, after I killed the landlord with another blow, I suddenly felt all my strength drain away.

A scholar emerged from the landlord's house; the scholar was actually the landlord's distant cousin.

He looked at me with pity and said, "I practice swordsmanship but not magic, I cultivate my mind but not my body. My sword intent is too strong, and I have exhausted my own blood and energy. I won't live much longer."

Sure enough, he didn't even need to lift a finger; my life force was completely depleted, and I died with resentment in my heart.

I didn't know until my death that there were so many miraculous cultivation methods in the world.

The last sentence was uttered by the Wild Goose Ghost King in an extremely calm manner.

There was no hatred in his tone, but it seemed to carry an endless sense of loneliness and confusion.

He said, "I woke up in the City of the Dead, still with the kitchen knife I had used back then."

I've forgotten many things; all I know is that I need to cultivate magic and practice swordsmanship.

Fortunately, methods for cultivating the energy of the underworld can be purchased in the ghost market, and there are also opportunities in the River of the Dead.

I then cultivated diligently for countless years, and although I haven't achieved great success, I can only cleave the barrier between the netherworld and the mortal realm with a single strike.

What does it mean to say: "It's just a single strike that can break through the barrier between the netherworld and the mortal realm"?

Such a nonchalant tone almost made the tray ghost, who was secretly eavesdropping, jump up and scream again.

Fortunately, the tray ghost managed to hold back, but then heard the Wild Goose Ghost King say in a melancholy tone:

"Although we were able to break through the barrier, all of our enemies from back then were already dead."

Even if I could take one more look at the human world, it seems to hold no meaning for me.

Hmm, that's not right. At that time, I even forgot that I had enemies...

I find the world utterly meaningless; nothing in this world is as interesting as the knife in my hand.

The steam from the congee rose in wisps and fell. The Wild Goose Ghost King asked, "Brother Ghost, what do you think is the most indestructible thing in this world?"
Is it hatred, cultivation level, or memory?

Chen Xu switched to a low flame, gently coaxing the rice grains in the jar to open.

He scooped up a strand of porridge, which flowed down like a thin thread. Chen Xu said, "I do not know what is the most indestructible thing in the world, but I do know what is the most invincible thing."

The Wild Goose Ghost King's expression immediately hardened, and he asked, "What is it?"

"It's time."

Chen Xu smiled slightly: "Look at the flowing water before you, time flies like an arrow, never ceasing day or night."

Only by working tirelessly day and night can one turn black hair white and a living person into a skeleton.

You say there's nowhere left in the world worth going to because all your enemies are dead.

Aside from those you killed, there are still some left whose fate you're unsure whether to kill.

But whether they deserved to be killed or not, those people eventually perished with the passage of time.

Your hatred, your obsessions, your memories of life, your sorrows after death… what of these can withstand the test of time?

That last sentence, however, was so sharp that it made the ghost feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The Wild Goose Ghost King frowned and said, "My memories have been recovered."

Chen Xu suddenly asked, "How did you find it?"

The Wild Goose Ghost King was stunned for a moment.

But then Chen Xu scooped a bowl of porridge from the earthenware jar.

This is just a very ordinary bowl of brown rice porridge, with a small handful of refined rice added, making the porridge extra thick and slightly sweeter than regular brown rice porridge.

Chen Xu did not add the powder of the Hundred Evils Fruit, but in fact he did add a drop of Yellow Spring Essence.

【Essence of the Underworld: Colorless and odorless, it can purify the cultivation of underworld energy in ghosts. If dripped into food, it can trigger relevant memories of the ghost's past life, depending on the food's properties.】

It restores the intelligence of vengeful spirits and makes mortal objects edible for ghosts.

If it's just plain brown rice porridge, ghosts can't actually eat it.

They can inhale its qi, but cannot eat the actual food.

But with the addition of the essence of the Yellow Springs, this bowl of brown rice porridge is naturally different.

The Ghost King involuntarily accepted the bowl of porridge, but he didn't rush to taste it. Instead, he held the bowl, seemingly hesitant.

The fragrant aroma of rice porridge mingled with the rising steam. The Wild Goose Ghost King, inhaling the fragrance, suddenly felt a flash of inspiration and blurted out:

"I regained my memories because the porridge you made earlier smelled so good, and also because of our conversation just now..."

The Ghost King of Wild Goose stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Chen Xu picked up on his words and said in a low voice, "My bowl of porridge triggered your memories of porridge."

Our conversation just now has stirred up old memories in your mind.

In this way, little by little, step by step, until all your memories from your previous life are restored.

The secret lies not with me, but with the undying human kindness in your heart.

Human kindness has not been extinguished!

Upon hearing these four words, the Wild Goose Ghost King suddenly felt a tremor in his chest.

Something scalding hot seemed to gush forth from his dormant, icy heart with the word "love."

But he also felt tormented, because although his emotions were surging, he still had no clear answer in his mind.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his words failed him.

Just as he was feeling extremely anxious and restless, he heard the white-robed ghost opposite him say:

"It is clear that the most indestructible thing in this world is time. And the only thing that can withstand time is the word 'love'."

Otherwise, why are living beings and the dead collectively referred to as sentient spirits?

Time flies, years pass by without waiting. Only affection remains, untouched by romance.

Chen Xu sighed softly.

The Wild Goose Ghost King suddenly felt as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved the primordial chaos of Yin and Yang.

It tears away all the darkness and turmoil that had shrouded him in for so long, exposing them to the sunlight.

He uttered a single word in a trembling voice: "I..."

Beside Chen Xu, the Book of Food and Delight was opened.

(End of this chapter)