Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapters 231-229-230—A Female Hannibal from the Douluo Continent Version

"The Four Worshippers have good knowledge; this outfit is indeed a style from ten thousand years ago."

Qian Lingyun smiled politely at the four worshippers and slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

Compared to Mei Douluo and Shangguan Wei'er, the Fourth Elder looks even younger. Judging by her face and figure alone, no one would doubt that she is Qian Lingyun's older sister.

But this seemingly harmless woman, who even possesses an inexplicable charm, is the Fourth Elder whom even Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng greatly fears.

"By the way, the Holy Maiden had just reached the door when she turned back. I wonder what got in the way?"

The fourth priest squinted and spoke slowly, his right index finger also unnaturally sliding down his cheek, along his neck and collarbone, finally hooking the hem of her low-cut, tight-fitting evening dress.

After a surge...

"It would be impolite to arrive empty-handed on my first visit, so I prepared a small gift!" Qian Lingyun offered this barely acceptable excuse while inwardly groaning.

[As expected, she spotted me when I tried to slip away at the door.]

"A gift? The Holy Maiden is quite thoughtful." The Fourth Elder smiled slightly and pointed to the only chair whose black cloth had been lifted, saying, "Please take a seat first, and let me introduce today's dishes to you."

Food? Where's the food? My dear fourth offering, you're lying on the table, and besides you and two candlesticks, and a few cherries on your body, I can't see anything edible...

Wait… the beautiful woman lying on the table has cherries on her body…

hiss…

Qian Lingyun seemed to have thought of something disgusting. Her face flushed, and she forced herself to turn around and run away. She cautiously pulled out a chair and sat down.

Seeing Qian Lingyun sit down, the four elders finally got up from the table.

Looking up from those fair, jade-like feet that were waving in mid-air, you could see the four priests sitting sideways on the edge of the table with their legs crossed.

This long, ancient Greek-style dress, which only covered the left thigh and right breast, hung loosely on the four worshippers' bodies, while bright red hair cascaded down her bare shoulders and full figure.

Her left breast, which was not covered by any cloth strips, was concealed by a black, wing-shaped strapless bra, while large areas of her white skin were exposed to the public for viewing at her waist, back, and abdomen.

Without waiting for Qian Lingyun to speak, she picked up two cherries that had rolled off her chest from her lower abdomen and bodice, put one into her own mouth and the other into Qian Lingyun's mouth.

"Hmm..."

"This cherry flavor doesn't taste right!" Qian Lingyun chewed a few times with a strange expression, feeling that what she was eating didn't taste like cherry, but rather like the bouncy tapioca pearls in bubble tea.

"These aren't ordinary cherries! These are blood cherries I grew myself! Look..." The Fourth Offering gently opened her mouth, intending to let Qian Lingyun see the details inside.

Before Qian Lingyun could react, a mischievous smile flashed across the Fourth Elder's face, and she suddenly chewed...

With a loud pop, a stream of unidentified red liquid burst out from the blood cherry, splattering all over Qian Lingyun's face.

Isn't this just a fruit-flavored version of "pissing beef balls"?

Qian Lingyun raised her hand and wiped the red liquid from her face, seemingly having a little understanding of what Zhang Peng had said about not eating random things.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for dessert. Now let's have the main course!"

As he spoke, the four offerings magically produced a set of pure silver cutlery from behind his back, and thoughtfully stepped forward to tie a napkin around Qian Lingyun's neck.

As she tied the napkin, Qian Lingyun's nose twitched slightly, and she vaguely smelled a scent similar to... similar to salt and pepper from the chest of the four priests.

With a few muffled thuds as the cloth flapped, the so-called "main course" was revealed after the black cloth was lifted.

"So being a good person really does make sense; this is what 'being a good person' truly means..."

Qian Lingyun spoke awkwardly, almost as if in a dream, and looked around. She saw that there was a person sitting on each of the chairs that had been covered by black cloth.

These people included both men and women, the oldest of whom was no more than forty-five. But they all had one thing in common—they were all Soul Masters.

Even the one with the lowest cultivation level has four rings.

Judging from their clothing, these so-called "ingredients" all come from wealthy and powerful families of Soul Masters.

At this moment, they were looking at the four elders and Qian Lingyun with horror in their eyes, and they couldn't help but let out mournful sobs through their mouths which were stuffed with silk scarves.

Fueled by their will to survive, the chains that could seal their soul power clanged and jingled violently in the silent restaurant as they moved.

It turned out that the noisy breathing she heard before entering the room was coming from them!

"The main meal you mentioned, it wouldn't be..." Qian Lingyun pointed at the seven unlucky men, her voice trembling, "It wouldn't be them, would it!"

"That's right, as expected of the Holy Maiden, you're so clever! Let's eat these today. Don't worry, I was the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen of the Sun Moon Empire when I was young."

"There aren't many people in the world who can handle ingredients better than me!"

The four worshippers chuckled and pulled out a thin knife, a small fork, and a silver spoon from a hidden compartment under the candlestick.

In front of Qian Lingyun, the four elders lightly jumped down from the table and walked to the side of the first "lucky one," slowly sliding a knife along the "lucky one's" hairline.

Soon, a near-perfect dark red bloodline appeared, connecting the two ends of the 'Lucky Guy's' skull.

Si Gongfeng gently lifted the lid of the container with his fingertips, revealing the pink contents to Qian Lingyun and the other ingredients.

With a delicate knife, the four offerings gracefully cut a triangular piece from the pinkish area. They then used their forks to gently pick up the spoon and placed it over the candle flame for about twenty seconds.

"Mmm, smells delicious!" The Fourth Offering gently sniffed the aroma emanating from the soft meat on the spoon, then held the spoon to Qian Lingyun's lips and whispered, "Open your mouth, ah!"

Throughout the entire process, the four worshippers wore gentle smiles on their faces, as if they were treating Qian Lingyun like a little baby who couldn't take care of herself.

"!" Qian Lingyun kept her lips tightly closed, remaining silent as she quietly gazed at the gentle-faced Fourth Elder, thinking to herself:

[My Holy Spirit Cult truly has all sorts of talented people! Cooking in such an elegant way... isn't this just like a female version of Hannibal Lecter from Douluo Continent? I've really learned something new today!]

Seeing that Qian Lingyun hesitated to 'eat,' a faint trace of sadness flashed across the Fourth Elder's face, but she was not angry. Instead, she comforted Qian Lingyun:

"You don't like this, right? I didn't think that through. It's okay, let's move on to the next dish."

With that, the fourth servant sighed softly, stuffed the soft meat in the spoon into his mouth, and continued with the next dish!

This dish is even more substantial!

The first dish, featuring pig brains, already sent chills down Qian Lingyun's spine, and the second dish, braised liver, took the concept of freshness to an even higher level.

The fourth offering opened a small door for the second "lucky one".

She cut a thumb-sized piece of fresh liver from the container and, with her exquisite knife skills, sliced ​​it into equally thin slices, arranging them evenly on Qian Lingyun's plate to form a beautiful red rose.

Finally, she even poured her secret sauce over Qian Lingyun.

I have to say, if you ignore the source of the ingredients... this stuff is really appetizing...

"What, you don't like this either?" The Fourth Elder looked at Qian Lingyun's plate with a puzzled expression, picked up a piece with a small fork and tasted it, then asked directly, "What exactly do you want to eat? I can make it for you!"

"Actually..." Qian Lingyun said, blowing her hair and looking like she was about to cry, "I...I'm not actually hungry...and I'm on a diet right now..."

"lose weight?"

The four elders looked at Qian Lingyun's curvaceous figure with suspicion and said jokingly, "Holy Maiden, what are you saying? If your figure still needs to lose weight, then probably half the women in the world would have to cut off their flesh!"

Qian Lingyun's lips twitched, and she gave an awkward laugh, saying, "What are you saying..."

"Sigh, I think I understand now. The saintess probably isn't on a diet, she just doesn't like eating them!"

"..."

"Fine, fine, I don't like forcing people! Since you don't want to eat, let's have some drinks and chat!"

As if by magic, the four worshippers grasped the candlesticks on their left, twisted them to the right, and pulled them up forcefully.

The crisp sound of gears clashing rang out one after another. Except for the chair where Qian Lingyun was sitting, which remained unchanged, a bottomless hidden compartment opened behind the other seven chairs.

One chair after another tipped backward, throwing these unfortunate souls into the hidden compartment, their whereabouts unknown.

"Tea or wine?" asked the fourth servant.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," Qian Lingyun replied with a smile.

"Then... let's have some tea!"

The fourth elder thought for a moment, then pulled up a chair and sat down next to Qian Lingyun, explaining, "I can't hold my liquor well; I easily lose control when I drink!"

"..."

Before long, a pot of fragrant tea was brewed. Smelling the aroma wafting from the teapot, Qian Lingyun was in a great mood and looked at the patterns on the teapot with great interest.

"The tea is ready, what shall we talk about?" The Fourth Master poured water into Qian Lingyun's teacup, gazing thoughtfully at her face, and said, "Sigh, I'm getting old, my memory isn't what it used to be!"

"I may not be good at giving advice, but I'm definitely a good listener. Feel free to offer your advice and suggestions!"

After speaking, Qian Lingyun picked up the teacup in front of her, took a small sip, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Excellent tea! Truly excellent tea!

The moment it entered her mouth, a strong aroma directly penetrated Qian Lingyun's taste buds, lingering in her mouth for a long time, and even her entire spiritual sea couldn't help but tremble.

"Let's start from when I was young!" The Fourth Master leaned back lazily in his chair, but his eyes never left Qian Lingyun for a moment.

"I was born into a small family. We weren't particularly wealthy, but we could guarantee normal cultivation and such."

"But my martial spirit and talent are both lacking; my innate soul power is only level four."

"According to the person who awakened my martial soul, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the fourth or fifth ring will be the limit of my cultivation in this lifetime."

"I'll cultivate slowly, go to an average soul master academy, get a diploma, marry an ordinary man, and live a life of being a good wife and mother—that should be my life trajectory!"

"Are you listening?" The fourth priest looked at Qian Lingyun, who kept adding water, with a hint of helplessness and couldn't help but ask, but he showed no impatience or dissatisfaction.

It's like an uncle who comes home late for the Lunar New Year and finds his mischievous niece eating fondant at home. Although he feels a little helpless, he still tacitly approves.

"I'm listening, just say it," Qian Lingyun said, having already vaguely sensed the Fourth Elder's indulgence towards her. She winked at him playfully and then downed another half cup of wine.

"But this doesn't really matter to me. My hobby is cooking, and that doesn't conflict with my future role as a good wife and mother!"

After Qian Lingyun finished her third cup of tea, the Fourth Master even picked up the teapot himself and poured her another cup, continuing:

"Isn't it ironic that a Super Douluo's initial ideal and hobby was to be a virtuous wife and loving mother, cooking for her children and husband!"

"What's so ironic about that! My dream used to be to be a bookstore manager, selling books when I had time, and reading books when I had free time!"

"Now she's still here at the Holy Spirit Church, serving as its head saintess!"

Qian Lingyun tentatively put her legs up on the table, and seeing that the four elders didn't react, she leaned back in her chair and comforted them:

"There's a really brilliant person who said this: life is like rape; if you can't resist, you might as well just enjoy it!"

"That makes sense!" The fourth master picked up his tea and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to refill his cup, he discovered that Qian Lingyun had already emptied the teapot.

Qian Lingyun smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "I'm thirsty..."

"The tea's gone, so let's have some wine now. No soul power allowed to sober you up, you have to drink it all. Are you in?"

Qian Lingyun raised an eyebrow and said, "Come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fourth Master pulled a wine jar from under the table, lifted the lid, and took a big gulp. He said, "After graduation, I went around seeking out famous teachers to learn from, neglecting many things in my life. When I was thirty, I finally got married. My family found me a son-in-law to live with them, since I was already considered an old maid at that age."

"He was a very ordinary man, with an average martial spirit, average strength, and an average family background, but he had one rare virtue: indulgence!"

"He doesn't object to any of my ideas, whether it's that I want to learn cooking from a famous master or something, he won't say anything."

"Back then, I naively thought I had met a very good person. Later, my parents passed away, and naturally, I handed over everything at home to him during the time I was away learning my craft."

"Judging from your tone, the story is about to go wrong!" Qian Lingyun took the wine jar and also took a big gulp.

The story is melodramatic, but the wine is passionate. After taking a sip, Qian Lingyun felt a small fireball burning up her esophagus from her abdomen.

(End of this chapter)