Chapter 507
Ying Bing's cold gaze softened slightly. "Tonight, you'll eat the meal prepared by Li Mo."
"Ah? What about the other sisters?"
"They're in my capable hands."
Ying Bing looked around at the vibrant spring scene in the hall.
Her stunning beauty wore a gentle smile, her tone as warm as a spring breeze.
Li Mo: "!"
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**Chapter 572: My Infiltration Failed!**
The garden of Wan Chun Ting fell silent, as the arrival of the ice-cube-like figure brought an end to this smoke-free competition. Even the fabric on a certain young sister from the He Huan Sect had mysteriously increased.
The preparations for the grand event proceeded smoothly and methodically.
After sipping tea for a while, Ying Bing rose and headed to the kitchen, like a sliver of moonlight breaking through the mundane world.
The other girls collectively sighed in relief; her presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
This pressure stemmed not only from her aura and beauty but also from the fact that she was your wealthy benefactor—truly a life-or-death situation.
"Wasn't Tu Yan a bit too much just now? Isn't she angry?"
"Is this the grace of the Cold Fairy? No wonder she can be so popular."
"She actually meant it; she's really going to cook for us. She's quite nice."
Li Mo: "....."
Can't you see the danger looming over your heads? It's practically glowing red!
With a sigh, he stood up and followed her into the kitchen.
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Meanwhile, in the neighboring Feng Yue Xiao Zhu.
As night fell, many guests came and went. Since it had transformed into a foot massage parlor, its reputation had gradually risen, attracting more and more dignitaries seeking a foot treatment.
Among the guests in a private room, a few appeared relaxed, occasionally letting out soft hums.
This left the female technicians puzzled, unable to discern whether the guests were male or female.
"Here, take this. The extra is a tip."
The burly middle-aged man at the forefront handed over a silver ingot.
"Then I won't disturb the guests any longer."
Hua Nong Ying reached out to take it, only to feel the man's fingers brush lightly against the back of her hand.
She frowned, unsure if it was intentional or accidental, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"The fourth beauty of the Hundred Flowers truly eclipses the moon and shames the flowers. If only I could wear her face..."
The burly man inhaled the lingering fragrance on his fingertips, his face flushing.
Around him, a mix of pure and impure energies began to swirl, causing his middle-aged features to blur.
"We have important matters to attend to; don't complicate things."
The one who spoke was the leader of the Blood Refining Hall, who was also displeased with the man's demeanor. He snorted coldly:
"A renowned courtesan like you, reduced to this, is certainly unusual. Be careful not to attract trouble."
"I know what I'm doing."
The burly man regained his composure, the ripples on his face settling. "I've already sent someone to infiltrate Wan Chun Ting, right beside those women on the Hundred Flowers list. It’s foolproof."
"As long as nothing goes wrong, no one will find any flaws."
Upon hearing this, the leader of the Blood Refining Hall finally felt reassured.
The techniques of the Yin Yang Hall required a stable mindset; as long as one's mind remained steady and free of vulnerabilities, there would be no traces to follow externally.
With such methods, the Yin Yang Hall had grown rapidly in recent years, achieving success time and again.
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In the kitchen of Wan Chun Ting.
"Ice Cube, what do you call this dish?"
Li Mo stared at the large pot of unidentifiable contents, lost in thought.
"Spicy Fish Scales," Ying Bing replied, her expression as cold as her name.
"And this one?"
Li Mo felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Rock Candy Pork Intestines."
"Rock candy? Where's the rock candy?"
Li Mo looked at the frozen, skewer-pierced pig intestines, still covered in frost, and understood Ying Bing's intention.
But honestly, wouldn’t it be more fitting to call this dish 'Pork Intestine Popsicle'?
Though Li Mo found it hard to imagine those two words ever appearing together.
"Is it not good?"
"In a way, Ice Cube, you really are a genius."
Li Mo didn’t want to crush her confidence.
Even if her progress seemed to be in reverse.
"Then... should I taste it?"
Ying Bing picked up a piece of fish scale.
Li Mo: "......"
The chefs who had been watching from the sidelines scattered like birds, busying themselves with fervor, though they had no idea what they were doing.
With the Cold Fairy cooking, they initially thought that even if the food was bad, just getting a taste would be a great blessing.
But upon seeing the final product, their eyes darkened, and their minds felt like they had exploded.
Eat?
Taking a bite would surely shatter their culinary hearts!
"Is Li Shaoxia really going to try it?"
"I didn’t understand before, but now I finally get it. The heart of the top dragon is incredibly strong."
"....."
"How is it?"
Ying Bing spread her arms, waiting for Li Mo to untie her apron.
Li Mo, dazed, finally managed to keep his expression from being too harsh: "There's still one thing to improve."
"What is it?"
"Add some medicinal herbs inside. I can handle it, but I’m worried others can’t."
Black Sha Wood Oil Spicy Fish Scales, Taiyin Power Pork Intestine Popsicle.
Is this something anyone without body tempering skills could handle?
But crises always coexist with opportunities. Li Mo thought, why not turn this into an investment opportunity?
Adding some medicinal pills that could resolve a hundred toxins to this dark cuisine would be perfect!
So he took out a few bottles of Six-Pattern Pills and, together with Ice Cube, ground them into powder, adding a bottle to each dish.
The chefs leaned back slightly.
Worried about causing problems for others, yet they were putting such precious pills inside.
You guys are really something.
But doesn’t this seem a bit like disinfecting while whipping with iodine?
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Across the room.
The leaders of the Yin Yang Hall and Blood Refining Hall were enjoying tea and listening to music, relishing the comfort after a massage while waiting for good news from their subordinates.
But before long, a figure rushed into the private room.
"Huh? Why are you back alone? What’s the situation over there?"
"I failed the infiltration."
The person’s face was pale, and the mixed energies around him were uncontrollably leaking out, revealing his true appearance.
From a maid, he had transformed into a young man.
"Did you... get exposed?"
The leader of the Blood Refining Hall immediately became alert.
Looking at his subordinate's state, a member of the demonic sect who had weathered many storms, even torture wouldn’t have made him this terrified.
"Not exactly."
"Hmph, then how did you fail?"
"The food at Wan Chun Ting is just too deadly."
Just recalling it made his stomach churn.
"How bad could the food be? We, as members of the demonic sect, are tough on others and even tougher on ourselves. When necessary, we should be able to eat anything without flinching. What kind of excuse is that?"
The leader of the Yin Yang Hall clearly couldn’t accept this reasoning.
"I secretly packed some food for you two, my lords."
The subordinate had come prepared.
He pulled out several plates of unidentifiable dishes, and the air in the room fell silent.
"So, you see, we must maintain the spirit of not fearing hardship..."
As the leader of the Yin Yang Hall scolded his subordinate, he silently swept the dishes onto the floor.
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**Chapter 573: Ice Cube Stops Pretending**
With the infiltration plan failing, the leaders of the Yin Yang Hall and Blood Refining Hall found themselves at a loss for better solutions.
They never expected that the grand scheme of the sect would stumble over a few plates of food!
Returning, they had no idea how to explain themselves, having to brace themselves to report back. Their anxiety stemmed from the sect's heightened focus on the revival of the Blood God.
Yu Wen Cuo Jin, the deputy leader, had arrived in the imperial capital just yesterday.
They entered a mahjong parlor and made their way through a hidden door to the underground hall.
"How did it go?"
Yu Wen Cuo Jin, slurping on instant noodles, wiped his mouth seriously upon seeing the two enter.
"Failed."
"Huh? If you two can’t get the job done, you better give me an explanation."
Yu Wen Cuo Jin took a sip of the noodle soup, his gaze growing increasingly cold.
"The food at Wan Chun Ting is like this; you should try it."
The leader of the Blood Refining Hall took out the packed dishes from the Cold Fairy and placed them on the table.
"What kind of ridiculous excuse is this? Hmph, we are members of the demonic sect..."
Yu Wen Cuo Jin's face turned icy, ready to set an example for his subordinates to understand what it means to be ruthless.
But when he saw the colorful powdered pills mixed into the Pork Intestine Popsicle and Spicy Fish Scales, he fell into deep thought.
His hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.
"Deputy leader, why are your hands shaking?"
"Oh, is it getting cold?"
Yu Wen, at the seventh realm, swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
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