A Bite of Douluo Continent

He truly became a trainer in the Douluo Continent.

If the encountered spirit beast is strong, Qi Han will personally take to the field, taking the opportunity to hone his spirit skills and combat experience.

As for soul beasts that are a hundred years old, they are neither useful for training nor of great value, so Qi Han simply let them go.

After all, we can't exhaust the resources of a place.

With these hundred-year-old soul beasts, a new wave of thousand-year-old leeks can grow in a few years. This is called sustainable development.

By the end of the day, Qi Han had hunted more than one hundred thousand-year-old soul beasts, and the various soul beast materials he collected had piled up into a small mountain in the system space, with a total value of twenty to thirty thousand gold soul coins.

The only regret is that, perhaps because he hasn't gone deep enough, he hasn't encountered any ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts yet. The probability of these thousand-year-old soul beasts dropping soul bones is really low. In a whole day, he didn't even get a single thousand-year-old soul bone.

Otherwise, a single thousand-year-old soul bone could sell for tens of thousands of gold soul coins.

After a day of continuous fighting, it was impossible for Qi Han's side to be completely unscathed.

He was alright, but Gulu and Zhuiyun, who were the main fighters, were exhausted and had many minor injuries on their bodies, though they needed to rest.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Qi Han sent Gulu and Zhuiyun directly into the system's small world. The system's small world was full of life energy, and these minor injuries would be mostly healed overnight.

As for himself, he had not prepared any equipment for sleeping in the wild, such as a tent, so naturally he would not spend the night in the Jingyang Mountains.

Why waste a whole night sleeping?

How can someone in their twenties sleep at night?

The right way to go is to spend the whole night grinding for new recipes in the training space.

Yesterday, while still in Shrek City, Qi Han had already completed his training in Peony Fish Fillet, and the training space for Peony Fish Fillet had disappeared. Now that both training spaces are empty, it's time to start on the new dish.

Now, Qi Han only has two four-star recipes left: Zilong's Armor Removal and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

After successfully cooking the peony fish fillets and witnessing the awe-inspiring celestial phenomenon, Qi Han's interest in the four-star recipes grew exponentially. Thus, he stepped into the system space and, without much hesitation, chose the "Zilong Disarming" recipe when faced with the two black recipes floating before him.

The reason for choosing this one out of the two is not really for any other reason, it's simply a matter of first come, first served.

As the four-star recipe "Zilong's Armor Removal" was activated, a white light identical to the previous Peony Fish Slices instantly enveloped Qi Han. However, having learned from his previous experience, he was no longer at a loss or startled. He was naturally absorbed into the Food Realm Space, and Ruyi followed closely behind, entering the Food Realm Space as well.

How do you say that?

Young hosts need to watch movies with the system's assistance.

...

"Holy shit, that hurts so much."

As soon as his consciousness entered the body of the recipe creator, a feeling of soreness throughout his body instantly overwhelmed Qi Han.

The feeling was as if the body's original owner was being beaten...

Oh, he really is getting beaten up... that's alright then.

Qi Han's expression immediately turned strange.

The last time I entered that body, it was unconscious, and a beautiful woman was lovingly feeding it porridge. In contrast, this time I was beaten up as soon as I arrived. The difference between the two is really huge.

He could even hear Ruyi chuckling to herself.

The body was conscious, but its owner was tightly closing his eyes, covering his head with his hands, being kicked and beaten by several people. From the arrogant curses and taunts that could be faintly heard from the side, it was clear that the person beating him was a group of teenagers who had not yet grown up.

So, is this body still a teenager at this moment?

As Qi Han pondered, he gasped in pain.

I understand the logic, but why do I have to get beaten up too?

After his consciousness entered this body, Qi Han would share all of this body's senses, so he would feel all the pain that this body felt. Moreover, since this was an ordinary, even slightly thin, body, the pain was even more intense.

Do I have to go through this kind of torture just to learn how to cook?

Qi Han couldn't help but silently complain in his heart.

While grimacing in pain from the injuries in this body that didn't belong to him, Qi Han silently listened to the young men's insults, searching for the information he needed. He quickly gained a basic understanding of the body he was currently in.

The owner of this body was named Song Que, the son of a cook, and of lowly status.

His father worked as a cook in a wealthy family, and was the family's sole source of income.

This was not the first time Song had been beaten by other boys. Every ten days or so, the children from his village would beat him up over some trivial matter.

This was partly due to his timid and cowardly nature, but the bigger reason was Song's status as an outsider.

The Song family originally came from the Xiangchu region, but due to war, they left their hometown and came to Changshan area in Jizhou.

Because his Hunan accent was difficult to change and was completely different from the local accent, this thin and timid boy naturally became the punching bag for other boys in the village.

Feeling pity for the boy's background, Qi Han became somewhat pessimistic about his own future.

Following this procedure, wouldn't I also be beaten up every ten days or half a month?

but…

Changshan... why does it feel so familiar?

Qi Han frowned and pondered, as if he had thought of something, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

"stop!"

With a loud shout, all the punches and kicks aimed at Song Que disappeared. A few cries of pain could still be faintly heard. Song Que shuddered and slowly raised his head. His eyes, already swollen with tears, reflected a picture of a chubby-faced young man holding a long stick, beating up the group of evil boys.

"Huff...huff!"

Only after the group of mischievous teenagers fled in terror, crying for their parents, did the somewhat reckless young man swagger toward Song Que, carrying a wooden stick and grinning.

"You're really useless. You didn't even fight back when those idiots bullied you."

“I…” Song said softly, feeling ashamed and indignant, “I can’t beat them.”

"Can't beat them?" The young man chuckled. "That's easy."

"My name is Zhao Yun. Do you want to learn how to fight with me?"

Chapter 460 The Witness (Bonus chapter for the new author of this book, Chen Lingyi)

There's a saying: "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Although Cao Cao did not come, Qi Han was still taken aback when Zhao Yun, who was from the same era as Cao Cao, appeared in front of him.

He had just thought of the famous historical figure associated with Changshan, a special place, when Zhao Zilong appeared before him in the next instant. It was too much of a coincidence.

When Zhao Yun is mentioned, Qi Han's first impression is that he has a lot of skin.

In fact, this young general in white robes has done a lot of amazing things in history. After he first joined Gongsun Zan, he fought against the famous general Wen Chou without being defeated in his first battle. He was a typical "peak from the start". Later, in the Battle of Changban, he charged into the enemy army seven times and out seven times. He not only rescued Liu Bei's wife, Lady Gan, but also rescued Liu Bei's young son Liu Shan who was besieged by the enemy. He became famous in one battle.

It can be said that without him, there would have been no Emperor Liu Shan who later became known as the "Fighting Emperor".

So when this historical figure appeared in the Food Realm, Qi Han immediately got excited and carefully examined the other party through Song Que's eyes.

At this time, Zhao Yun was still a chubby-cheeked child with a sly smile. He looked to be around ten years old and was quite adorable. He showed no signs of becoming a great general, but he was indeed a formidable fighter.

Those young men, all around ten years old and clearly older than Zhao Yun, were crying and screaming as they ran away under Zhao Yun's wooden stick.

Seeing that Song Que did not reply for a long time, Zhao Yun felt that Song Que looked down on him. He snorted and then performed a set of staff techniques on the open ground. He then looked at the dumbfounded Song Que with a smug look and said, "Impressive, right? I learned this staff technique from the army. I can also use a spear. The spearhead can make a hole with one thrust. It is even more powerful than this staff technique."

"It's a pity I don't have a gun." Zhao Yun glanced at the rounded head of the stick and couldn't help but sigh. "That gun head must be made of good iron, which I can't afford. Once I have a gun, I won't be afraid of anyone in this village!"

"How about it? You won't regret following me!" Seemingly particularly interested in recruiting followers, Zhao Yun hugged the stick and leaned against the earthen wall after finishing his staff technique, striking a pose like a reclusive master. It's unclear who he learned such arrogance from.

Qi Han chuckled inwardly. Song, who was also quite young, was taken aback by Zhao Yun's staff skills. After a moment of stunned silence, he nodded vigorously, "Good!"

From then on, Song Que, who was two years older than Zhao Yun, became Zhao Yun's shadow.

Because of malnutrition since childhood, he was thinner and smaller than other children his age. When he walked next to the robust Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun looked much older.

Since Zhao Yun came along, Song was no longer bullied. After learning some basic fighting skills from Zhao Yun, he gradually became bolder and lost his former timidity.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of ten years, Zhao Yun continued to recruit followers, and Song Que, who was among the first to follow him, became the leader of this group of followers.

After joining Zhao Yun in eliminating several bandits in the vicinity, they gradually gained a small reputation in the nearby villages and became a militia force that should not be underestimated.

In their spare time, everyone would practice martial arts with Zhao Yun, and at other times they would take care of their own livelihoods.

After all, ten years have passed, and we are no longer children. Although we are banding together for warmth in these chaotic times, we also have to take care of our families' livelihoods.

Song chose to follow in his father's footsteps. In addition to learning martial arts, he also learned excellent cooking skills from his father, who was a chef. Although his father was of humble status, his Hunan cuisine skills were exceptional, which enabled him to gain a foothold in his employer's household as a chef from out of town. Song, who learned cooking skills from his father, also mastered the true art of Hunan cuisine.

He would often cook all sorts of delicious dishes himself when the militia gathered each day. He would watch everyone eat with gusto, their mouths greasy and their breath coming in gasps from the spiciness of the Hunan cuisine, and then he would show a triumphant smile.

Zhao Yun was quite fond of Song Que's Hunan cuisine skills, and often joked that if he became a general in the future, the position of army cook would definitely fall to Song Que.

For ten years, under Zhao Yun's leadership, the militia grew stronger and stronger.

After the militia gathered that day, Zhao Yun did not lead them in martial arts practice as usual, but instead called them all to his presence.

In the past ten years, the once chubby-faced boy has become a young man in his early twenties. He has grown to eight feet tall, with a handsome face and a strong and powerful physique. He has also read many military books and, being intelligent, has grown into a brave and resourceful young general.

Looking at his men, Zhao Yun's gaze gradually fell on Song Que. He smiled slightly and said, "In these chaotic times, the people are impoverished and struggling to survive. It's a pity that we, who have learned martial arts all our lives, can only occasionally deal with the bandits in this village."

"Zilong, you mean..." Song hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhao Yun seriously.

Zilong was the courtesy name given to Zhao Yun when he turned twenty last year.

Song Que, who was two years older than Zhao Yun, naturally also had a courtesy name, Anzhi.

“Anzhi, a true man’s ambition lies in all corners of the world, in establishing merit and making a name for himself.” Zhao Yun spoke loudly and resolutely, “I want to join a hero and cleanse this chaotic world so that the people can live a good life. So today I want to ask you, is there anyone willing to join me?”

"I'm willing!" Without the slightest hesitation, Song stepped forward.

Among the militia, there are quite a few like Song who stepped forward without hesitation.

In the end, a full 90% of the militiamen were willing to go with Zhao Yun to join him, while only about 10% left after hesitating.

Looking at the people who remained, Zhao Yun's smile widened even more; clearly, this was better than he had expected.

After the militiamen who were unwilling to go left on their own, Song frowned and asked, "Zilong, who should we go to? The governor of Ji Province is Yuan Shao now, and he has the most power in Ji Province. What do you think about us going to him?"

“No.” Zhao Yun frowned and shook his head. “Yuan Shi is the governor of Ji Province, but he has never implemented benevolent policies for the people. Since he became the governor of Ji Province, he has never taken any measures that are beneficial to the people. We are all born from humble backgrounds. How can we not know where our roots are? I am not willing to follow such a person.”

"That…"

"A few days ago, through the introduction of a local resident, I met an even more virtuous general, General Gongsun. Have you heard of him?"