After ruthlessly despising the little golden-haired one, Chen Yi got up and came to the Great Elder's side, looking at the meat in the pot. It somehow felt different from what he'd eaten before.
The doubt in Chen Yi's eyes naturally didn't escape the Great Elder's notice. While stirring the meat in the pot, he looked at Chen Yi and chuckled softly: "How about it? How's the soul skill provided by the Golden Rift Tiger?"
Hearing this, Chen Yi perked up, his eyes shining. Clearly, this soul skill suited his tastes even more than the previous one.
"My second soul skill is called Power Through the Eight Wastes. When activated, all my attributes double on the original basis for a short time."
The Great Elder was shocked by this effect. It was simple and brutal. You know, the Body Martial Soul's silver-level second awakening effect was also a 100% all-attribute boost. In some ways, this soul skill could compare to a second awakening.
"Does this soul skill have any drawbacks?"
Chen Yi nodded and said gravely: "Once activated, it lasts only ten minutes, and it can only be used once a day."
Toward the end, Chen Yi felt a bit regretful. After all, a soul skill with time and usage limits was almost useless in prolonged battles.
The Great Elder didn't find it strange. From the effect, Chen Yi's second soul skill was stronger than many berserk soul skills, without the typical side effects of berserk skills. Just having a usage limit already made it a true divine skill.
Moreover, attribute-boosting soul skills were very popular among Body Martial Soul users. The reason was simple: the Body Sect had too many self-created soul skills that fit perfectly. Many soul ring attack skills weren't as powerful as the inheritable self-created soul skills learned in the Body Secret Realm. Just like Chen Yi, who loved using self-created soul skills in battle, others in the Body Sect were the same, and the higher the cultivation, the more they preferred it.
So, Body Sect disciples generally weren't short on attack methods; what they lacked were attribute-boosting soul skills. As for operation, that was up to them.
Of course, those like the Great Elder with mental-type body martial souls were lacking, after all, even after years, the Body Sect had few self-created mental soul skills, and the cultivation requirements were extremely high.
"Not bad, this soul hunting was very successful. We should celebrate properly."
"Come, try the meat I personally cooked."
The Great Elder was obviously extremely satisfied with this soul skill outcome, as it paired well with many of the Body Sect's inherited self-created soul skills. But the next second, his eyes darted slyly, and with a mischievous grin, he pulled Chen Yi over and served him a huge bowl.
Seeing the steaming, fragrant meat, Chen Yi instinctively shivered, then cautiously looked at the Great Elder.
"You're not trying some trick again, are you?"
It wasn't that Chen Yi doubted the Great Elder's character; it was just that the old man had toyed with him these past few days. Now, in Chen Yi's eyes, unless it was a big matter, the Great Elder's credibility was barely enough to rent a shared bike.
Seeing Chen Yi actually not trusting him, the Great Elder huffed in annoyance: "You kid don't know what's good for you. This is good stuff. The Star Luo royal family might not even get to eat this treasure these years. Even if Chen Zhen saw it, he'd be drooling."
Chen Yi said expressionlessly: "Really?"
Great Elder: "Truer than real gold."
Chen Yi: "I don't believe it."
Great Elder: "I never thought in the little guy's heart, this old man is such an untrustworthy person. Fine, today this old man will swear by his martial soul..."
This scene scared Chen Yi into immediately grabbing the Great Elder's hand, hurriedly saying: "No, no, I believe you, I believe you."
What a joke—if his parents found out the Great Elder was about to swear by his martial soul, they'd skin him alive!
Hearing this, the Great Elder immediately pulled back his right hand, pushed the bowl forward, and watched Chen Yi with a beaming smile.
Chen Yi sighed helplessly, picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a piece of the fragrant meat, stared at it for a moment, and under the Great Elder's expectant gaze, stuffed it into his mouth.
Soft, chewy—no weird taste as Chen Yi expected. Instead, the texture was excellent, paired with the rich broth, giving it a unique flavor.
Hmm, quite good with rice.
Watching Chen Yi go from resigned to puzzled to enjoying it, the Great Elder's face wrinkled into a big chrysanthemum, and his gradually sleazy voice rose.
"How is it, kid? This old man didn't lie to you, right?"
At this point, Chen Yi grabbed another piece and put it in his mouth. Hearing the Great Elder's words, he replied: "Mmm, it's okay. Of course, if it were cooked a bit softer, it'd be even better."
The Great Elder's mouth grinned even wider, almost splitting his face in two. He leaned in close to Chen Yi and whispered slyly.
"Do you want to know what meat this is?"
Chen Yi sighed inwardly. As expected—how could I expect the old indecent one to suddenly become decent? He put down his chopsticks and looked at the Great Elder helplessly.
"What meat is this exactly?"
"Tiger meat!"
Chen Yi frowned and stared at the Great Elder. Tiger meat was problematic in his previous world, but on the Douluo Continent, it wasn't rare at all. Chen Yi had eaten plenty since childhood, but those tiger meats didn't taste like this.
"Fourth Grandpa, are you sure you're not tricking me?"
It wasn't that Chen Yi didn't believe him; it was just that this thing differed quite a bit from tiger meat. If he had to describe it, it was a bit like that exotic thing his college roommate treated him to after getting a girlfriend.
The Great Elder knew such words wouldn't fool Chen Yi, but he hadn't expected Chen Yi to finish eating anyway. The next moment, with a cheap grin, he looked toward the Golden Rift Tiger's corpse.
Chen Yi followed his gaze. Unlike before, the Golden Rift Tiger was now flipped over, its tail already dyed red with blood.
Seeing this, Chen Yi's mouth twitched. As expected, it was that thing—only now the one in his bowl was much more tiger-like than in his previous life. Turning back, he met the Great Elder's expectant gaze, as if saying: "Puke, go on, puke!"
To the Great Elder's surprise, there was no extreme reaction. Instead, Chen Yi seriously said to him:
"It's rare that you actually knew to remove the fishy smell."
The Great Elder's eyes went blank. Wait, that's not right—kid, why aren't you following the script? You've been pampered since childhood and never eaten such dirty stuff. After eating so much, even if not furious, at least give some reaction!
The Great Elder was overthinking. A mere tiger penis, besides being rare enough, really wasn't disgusting.
Too lazy to deal with the Great Elder's dazed face, Chen Yi picked up a piece of meat, examined it for a moment, and pointed out the dish's shortcomings to the Great Elder.
"Next time, remember to make some cross-cuts on this thing—better for flavor absorption, and it looks nicer too."
"What the heck?"
"Oh right, if you have time, old man, please prepare some rice for me. Thanks!"