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Time passed slowly, and Lin felt a bit anxious. He was unsure if the Drunken Death Dreaming Soul Dispersal would be effective against the Willow Leaf Turtle.
That cunning creature had gone into its shell; if it was hiding inside, would it resist the external environment?
Three minutes passed.
The box remained silent, with no movement. Lin felt indifferent.
Ten minutes passed.
The box was still quiet, and Lin Weiwei frowned.
Half an hour passed...
There was still no response from the box, and Lin could no longer hold back. He didn't have that much time to waste with this creature!
Suddenly lifting the box, Lin shook it vigorously a couple of times. The Willow Leaf Turtle bounced around inside, reminiscent of an ice hockey puck, which made Lin think of the classic game he used to play, Super Mario.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Even after Lin stopped shaking, the Willow Leaf Turtle continued to bounce inside the glass box, moving back and forth several times before finally coming to a halt.
Looking again at the creature, its head and limbs had long since emerged, hanging limply beside its shell, occasionally twitching. It seemed that at some point, it had been knocked out; it just hadn't poked its head out yet.
Seeing this, Lin Da was pleased. It appeared that this creature wasn't pretending. He had no intention of confirming whether it was playing tricks; he directly pressed the switch.
Lin Quan stared intently at the glass box, his peripheral vision on the Willow Leaf Turtle. The glass door slowly opened, and he feared that this creature might suddenly escape.
"Ha!"
Only when one side of the glass box was completely open did Lin let out a sigh of relief. The Willow Leaf Turtle remained obediently lying in the box, showing no signs of movement.
The Drunken Death Dreaming Soul Dispersal was indeed powerful; the Willow Leaf Turtle had no chance of resisting it.
As he took the Willow Leaf Turtle out of the box, Lin's tension faded away, replaced by a focused gleam in his eyes. That concentration, which only appeared when he was cooking, returned once again!
Focused! The first step into cooking mode!
At times like this, Lin could gather all his scattered thoughts. In his eyes, there was only the dish he intended to prepare; at this moment, all he saw were ingredients—the Willow Leaf Turtle.
No matter what amusing events had just transpired between him and the creature, they were now cast aside. What he needed to do now was only to take its life!
Who in this world is the most heartless?
Executioners? Assassins?
Neither; the most heartless are chefs.
In pursuit of the ultimate ingredients, they can raise their food with care and affection, treating them like family.
However, once the ingredients are ready, the tenderness in a chef's eyes vanishes instantly, leaving only a burning gaze of slaughter.
Lin is a qualified chef, and he handles the emotional aspect of dealing with ingredients very well.
Once, for the sake of a dish called Eight Treasure Duck, he raised a group of ducks from hatching to maturity.
However, the mature ones were also the ducks Lin used to make Eight Treasure Duck. That morning, he fed the ducks as usual, and in the afternoon, he picked up the butcher's knife and slaughtered the flock he had raised for half a year.
Behind the pursuit of dreams lies obsession, and behind obsession is fanaticism, madness...
At this moment, Lin bore no blood of an executioner, no murderous aura of a killer, yet he possessed the same cold gaze as them—an icy look that pierced through everything like a sharp blade!
...
The Willow Leaf Turtle was placed on the cutting board by Lin, laid flat in a large character shape. Its head, limbs, and tail were arranged meticulously, resembling a specimen.
Lin stood before the cutting board, beside which was the sheath of the Soul Cleaver. He closed his eyes tightly, meditating.
In the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and exhaled a breath of turbid air, revealing his fierce demeanor!
"Swish!" The blade hummed lightly as a flash of silver gleamed!
The Willow Whisper was drawn!
Transforming into a silver lightning bolt, the tip of the knife plunged downward with incredible speed, surpassing Lin's previous limits!
The sharp tip of the Willow Whisper sliced into the neck of the Willow Leaf Turtle without any resistance, piercing through as if it were cutting tofu, embedding itself into the cutting board!
"Ding!" The Willow Whisper softly hummed, swaying on the cutting board.
The Willow Leaf Turtle twitched its limbs a few times before completely losing its vitality. It didn't even have the chance to open its eyes before the breath of life flowed away from it.
With a swift cut, the Willow Leaf Turtle was dead.
Lin Buwei remained unmoved as he gently twisted the Willow Whisper, drilling a hole into the turtle's neck. He then quickly grabbed the Azure Porcelain Bowl.
Bright red blood flowed out from the hole, pooling into the porcelain bowl. The thick liquid resembled tomato sauce, and as it filled the bowl, wisps of steam rose from it.
In just a moment, Lin felt the temperature around him rising sharply.
The Willow Leaf Turtle was indeed a creature of extreme yang; its blood contained immense energy, and its yang nature manifested as high heat.
Despite the increasing temperature, Lin was unaffected, focusing intently on collecting the blood until the last drop fell into the bowl.
After securing the bowl filled with blood, Lin quickly placed it into the Refrigerator. The blood would be of great use later, but not now; it needed to be preserved in its freshness.
In his previous life, Lin would not have been able to do this, but in the Great Star Sea Era, Refrigerators were manufactured with advanced technology capable of adequately preserving blood.
Once he had stored the blood properly, Lin turned again and lightly swept his left hand to grasp the Shadow Stitch.
His brow furrowed slightly as he took a deep breath. His left hand began to move, twisting up and down like a warm-up before intense activity.
He initiated the Left-Handed Blade stance, rotating his wrist.
If there were ten breaths of time, Lin's wrist spun faster and faster, and the Shadow Stitch in his hand became a blur, only a swirling mass of silver light could be seen.
Lin's eyes were fixed intently on the Willow Leaf Turtle as his right hand slowly pressed down, intending to use his most skilled method to unlock this Willow Leaf Turtle.
His left hand was raised, but just as it lifted, a flash of brilliance crossed Lin's gaze. Suddenly, a phrase echoed in his mind: "If you look at ingredients with your eyes, you will never see their essence; perhaps you should look with Cunning."
This phrase was advice from the previous Culinary God to Lin. When he was sixty-three years old and defeated by Lin, there was no lamentation or anger in his expression—only a sense of relief and an appreciative gaze.
At that time, Lin did not understand this phrase. He had asked the elder how to look at ingredients with Cunning.
The elder replied, "I don't know. This is what my master told me. I spent my whole life without grasping the true meaning of this phrase, but I believe you can."
After hearing this, Lin scoffed and dismissed it as just more of those vague and pretentious words. At that time, he relied entirely on skill and innovation in cooking, completely disbelieving in the ancient metaphysics.
How could the heart have eyes? If the heart had eyes, it would surely rot, and the person would perish!
Back then, Lin was at the height of his prowess and full of pride; naturally, he would not take such things seriously. But when he arrived in the Great Star Sea Era, he realized that those metaphysical principles were indeed real!
In this moment, Lin began to understand what "Cunning" truly meant!
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