Chapter 1087: Young Cult Leader Bestows Opportunities (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

Lu Yang gasped, thinking that the ancestor of the Song family must have been a man of true talent to build an entire restaurant solely by cooking from a culinary compendium.

Did all the patrons lose their memories after dining, hence the zero negative reviews?

He wondered where the ancestor had even obtained this book; it was severely damaged, lacking even a cover, with only a dozen or so pages remaining in the middle.

"The book is written entirely in the ancient tongue, can you actually read it?" Lu Yang was not boasting, but among modern cultivators, only he and Old Meng could fully comprehend the ancient script.

"My ancestor poured out his heart and soul to decipher a portion of it. For instance, this dish requires eighteen ingredients, and he managed to decode six."

"Based on those six ingredients and his own research, the current menu of the Yuanyuan Restaurant was born."

"The generational wish of my Yuanyuan Song family is to completely decipher the entire book of recipes."

Lu Yang understood now; the ancestor of the Song family had simply been lucky enough to decode the edible parts, and by adding his own innovations, the Yuanyuan Restaurant came to be.

"The Yuanyuan Song family, it seems you consider yourselves a clan of high standing?"

"Every generation of our Song family has produced a Golden Core grandmaster." Speaking of his heritage, Song Tianjing puffed out his chest slightly, brimming with confidence.

"Then I suppose your Song family is a prominent and influential clan in the local region?"

"To be honest with you, Senior, our Yuanyuan Song family is a highly renowned existence on Fuguang Street, North District of Tianxing City, in Great Xia's Qingzhou Province!"

Lu Yang remained silent.

No wonder he had searched his memory through every sect from the third rank to the transcendent rank and still failed to find the location of this Yuanyuan Restaurant.

"Once you become a spiritual chef, do you intend to seek vengeance against those who wronged your father?"

Song Tianjing shook his head and replied, "I have already reported them for running an illegal gambling den, and they have all been sent behind bars."

"This lad actually possesses the Immortal's own recipe book, it seems he shares a certain destiny with it." The Immortal Fairy slapped Lu Yang's shoulder in excitement.

"Little Yang, hurry up and give him the complete version of my recipe book!" Lu Yang never expected the Fairy to be so malicious, aiming to shatter this young cultivator's conviction.

Seeing that Lu Yang was ignoring her, the Immortal Fairy extended her small foot, poking his back with her pearl-pink toes while constantly urging, "Hurry, hurry."

Lu Yang sighed inwardly, realizing that this young lad named Song was doomed to encounter this fate.

"Fairy, your cookbook is an immortal relic after all. If you give it to him directly, wouldn't it diminish your grand reputation?"

"That makes sense, so what should we do?"

"We can place restrictions on the cookbook so that each time his cultivation realm rises, a new section unlocks. This way, he will not only study your recipes diligently but also hasten his cultivation, ensuring your reputation remains untarnished."

"What a wonderful idea."

Lu Yang handed the culinary compendium back to him.

"What is the meaning of this, Senior?" Song Tianjing thought Lu Yang still did not believe him.

"Consider it your good fortune to have crossed paths with me. Keep this book well and do not show it to anyone again."

"This book concerns the Ancestor of Spiritual Chefs and has been classified as a forbidden text by the Spiritual Chef Alliance, to be destroyed immediately upon discovery. If they find you holding even a fragment, you can guess the consequences."

"A forbidden text?!" Song Tianjing never imagined that his ancestral book possessed such a grand origin, actually tying back to the legendary Ancestor of Spiritual Chefs.

This was a monumental opportunity!

Yet, why would the senior reveal such a grand fortune so casually to him?

Lu Yang knew exactly what Song Tianjing was thinking, and he spoke faintly, "This meager fortune..."

"Boss, another bowl of soup!" Yun Mengmeng shouted.

"This meager fortune..."

"You two drink up quickly, the soup won't taste good once it gets cold." Yun Mengmeng kindly reminded them, wondering why the second-in-command just kept talking without drinking after coming to the shop.

"..."

Lu Yang had no choice but to lift his spoon, speaking while sipping his soup, "Heh, this meager fortune... slurp... is beneath my notice... slurp..."

As a mere low-level cultivator, Song Tianjing dared not defy Yun Mengmeng, so he too began to sip the soup mouthful by mouthful.

"Just who exactly is Senior... slurp..."

"The Heaven Sect's... slurp... Young Master."

With a clatter, Song Tianjing's pupils dilated in shock upon hearing Lu Yang's true identity, and his hand shook so badly that the spoon slipped straight into the bowl.

Although Lu Yang was still sipping soup, in Song Tianjing's eyes, he was no longer an approachable senior, but rather the profoundly mysterious, omnipotent, and utterly terrifying figure of legend.

"You are a clever man, you won't reveal my identity, will you?" Lu Yang smiled faintly, the rising steam from the soup shrouding his figure, leaving only his voice behind.

Song Tianjing nodded blankly, and by the time he regained his senses, he found another book and a storage ring resting on the table, while Lu Yang and Yun Mengmeng had vanished without a trace, leaving only Lu Yang's voice echoing in his ears.

"I share some history with the Ancestor of Spiritual Chefs. Since our fates crossed today, I bestow the original copy of this book upon you."

"I have placed a restriction on this book; as your cultivation increases, more content will be revealed to you."

"There are ten thousand spirit stones in the storage ring, consider it my gift to you. An interesting lad you are, I am curious to see how far you can go in the world of spiritual chefs, hahaha..."

Song Tianjing held the original culinary compendium, feeling as though it were a hot potato; a gift from the Young Master of the Heaven Sect could be a blessing or a curse.

Lu Yang had translated the culinary compendium long ago; it was a test left for him by the Immortal Fairy when he was learning the ancient language.

The ancient language contained many obscure and difficult characters, and since the culinary compendium covered most of them, it served as the perfect test.

Song Tianjing gritted his teeth and made a difficult resolution: he would study it!

Upon returning, he impatiently flipped open the compendium, only to find he could comprehend the first ten pages, which detailed a mere three dishes.

"The Complete Culinary Compendium, authored by the Immortal Ying Tian. It truly is the work of the Ancestor of Spiritual Chefs!"

Song Tianjing grew ecstatic upon seeing the name of Immortal Ying Tian, an existence akin to a deity of faith.

"Pearl Fish Soup... a pinch of salt?"

Song Tianjing fell silent for a moment before reading further:

"Using the five venoms as supplements, neutralizing one another in an endless cycle..."

"Using the wood of the Divine Tree Jianmu as firewood..."

The more Song Tianjing read, the more astonished he became; so this was the work of the Ancestor of Spiritual Chefs, truly beyond the comprehension of a mortal like him.

"Let's give it a try."

The Divine Tree Jianmu was out of the question, so he made do with ordinary firewood, and since he could not afford high-quality five venoms, he could only purchase inferior substitutes.

Following the steps laid out in the compendium precisely, a pot of delicious fish soup was soon ready, releasing an aromatic fragrance that assaulted his senses.

He took a cautious sip, clutched his throat in disbelief, and stumbled back two steps, gasping, "Delicious..."

With a thud, Song Tianjing fell straight backward onto the floor, collapsing into unconsciousness.

An unknown amount of time passed before Song Tianjing awoke to find the fish soup had already gone cold; he stood up unsteadily, sensing that something within him had changed.

He examined his body slightly, and a look of utter astonishment crossed his face.

"Have I actually broken through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment?"

He had been stuck at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment for a long time, frustrated by his inability to advance, yet he had broken through after a single nap?!

"And this constitution, why does it closely resemble the Hundred Venom Sacred Body mentioned in the text, impervious to all poisons?"