A Meal That Forges a Martial Saint

Li Kong didn’t notice the awkward atmosphere.

He was too focused on the dishes on the table.

“Well, well! Your apprentice’s got some skills, smells pretty good,”

Grandpa Jin said with a dry laugh.

“Are these dishes you’ve never seen before? Are these your Korean specialties?”

“My granddaughter’s cooking does look great,”

he added.

“But I’m afraid you might not be used to the taste.”

Li Kong replied proudly,

“There’s no cuisine in the world I can’t get used to.”

“To be honest, whether it’s vinegar fish, fermented mung bean juice, three-crunchy snacks, canned herring, or ox stomach soup,”

“I can eat it all, no problem.”

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

Thinking to himself,

“It’s not that we’re worried you can’t eat it.”

“It’s more like we’re afraid it might eat you up.”

Liu Weiwei quickly tried to smooth things over,

“I’ll call the nursing home kitchen to prepare a few more dishes for us.”

Chen Feng immediately agreed.

“Go ahead and make the call. These dishes definitely aren’t enough.”

Li Kong looked at the table full of food,

thinking that Chen Feng and the others sure had big appetites.

Jin Youxi thoughtfully served a bowl of dragon meat soup to her grandfather.

“Grandpa, this is dragon meat stew.”

“To cool it down, I even added some ice cubes.”

“It’s not hot at all, try it quickly.”

Grandpa Jin’s eyelids twitched immediately, thinking,

“You really are a devoted granddaughter.”

The moment he heard “dragon meat,”

Li Kong couldn’t help but say,

“I’ll try some too.”

He then served himself a bowl.

Chen Feng hurriedly reminded him,

“Li Lao, maybe wait for the other dishes. My apprentice has a special palate; you might not be used to it.”

Li Kong quickly said,

“I’m not that picky.”

He scooped a spoonful and blew on it by his mouth.

Chen Feng couldn’t bear to watch.

At this moment, Jin Youxi served another bowl to Chen Feng.

“Master, you have to take good care of yourself.”

Care? Chen Feng was speechless.

There’s no need to take care of me.

If I survive this meal, I’ll thank my lucky stars.

As Li Kong took the first spoonful of soup,

everyone’s eyes instinctively turned toward him.

Liu Weiwei had already prepared a trash bin for vomiting.

Under everyone’s tense gaze,

Li Kong suddenly widened his eyes!

Grandpa Jin and Chen Feng’s hearts skipped a beat,

thinking, “Just as expected.”

Liu Weiwei quickly handed over the trash bin.

Jin Youxi asked expectantly,

“So, Grandpa Li, is it super delicious?”

Li Kong had no mood to focus on whether it tasted good or not.

He had practiced the Seven Injuries Fist his whole life.

Even with the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting him, his internal organs were already battered and bruised,

aching faintly almost every day.

He hadn’t dared to fight for many years.

But just now, that spoonful of soup felt incredibly soothing to his internal organs.

Li Kong hurriedly scooped another spoonful, not even blowing on it, and drank it down.

His internal organs felt comfortable again.

He immediately kept scooping spoonful after spoonful, drinking eagerly.

He even praised aloud,

“Good soup!”

Chen Feng quickly advised,

“Li Lao, if you don’t like it, don’t force yourself.”

Grandpa Jin thought to himself,

“This old guy can handle it; he really drinks the poison soup.”

Liu Weiwei also secretly admired Li Kong.

No wonder he could be the president of the association.

Jin Youxi, pleased with the compliment, excitedly said,

“I knew it! What I made this time must be delicious.”

“Grandpa, Master, you should try it too!”

Chen Feng and Grandpa Jin exchanged bewildered glances.

Together, they lifted the tiny ladle that felt as heavy as a ton, scooping a spoonful of the broth, yet no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t raise their arms.

Staring at the pale yellow soup, Chen Feng secretly wondered what unexpected, potent ingredients his promising disciple had added this time.

To spare his granddaughter’s pride and to lead by example, Grandpa Jin decided to go all in.

He poured the broth from the ladle, pinched his nose with one hand, and lifted the bowl with the other.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

He finished the entire spoonful in just three swallows, even swallowing a piece of meat without daring to chew, forcing it down his throat.

Jin Youxi quickly said, “Grandpa, don’t rush. There’s plenty more soup. Take your time.”

Having drunk it all in one go, Grandpa Jin immediately patted his belly and said, “Old bones! One bowl of soup and I’m full. Can’t eat anymore.”

But the next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

A sudden warmth spread through his lower abdomen.

The weakness caused by his shattered dantian was slowly fading away.

His dantian injury was even showing signs of improvement.

At that moment, he looked over to see Li Kong already ladling the second bowl.

Grandpa Jin seemed to realize something.

“This soup is no ordinary broth!”

“Youxi, quickly serve me another bowl!”

Jin Youxi was taken aback.

Hadn’t Grandpa just said he was full?

But seeing Grandpa eager to drink the soup she made, she happily ladled another bowl for him.

This time, Grandpa Jin didn’t pinch his nose.

He tilted his head back and drained the bowl in one gulp.

“Another bowl!”

Jin Youxi’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

She hurriedly served him more soup, thinking to herself, “Is my soup really this good?”

On the side, Li Kong, seeing Grandpa Jin’s rapid pace, disregarded his own image and lifted a bowl, drinking it all at once.

At the same time, the injuries within his body were rapidly healing.

Chen Feng and Liu Weiwei stared in shock at the two elders.

“Even if they really like it, isn’t this a bit over the top?”

Before long, the entire pot of soup was emptied by the two elders.

Liu Weiwei was stunned.

Chen Feng was equally surprised.

Jin Youxi was beaming with pride.

Was it really that delicious?

Curious, Chen Feng ladled a spoonful and tasted it.

Caramel, cream, meaty aroma, cumin, pepper, and even a piece of nata de coco.

Chen Feng covered his mouth, unable to comprehend how the two elders could enjoy it so much.

“Could it be that these two old men have such unusual tastes?”

He swallowed it down like medicine.

But he felt a warm comfort in his stomach.

However, he couldn’t stomach a second spoonful.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Jin’s face gradually flushed with color.

A powerful aura of vitality and blood pressure radiated from him.

The presence of a Supreme Martial Artist had returned.

On the other side, Li Kong was sweating profusely, his face flushed red.

An even more terrifying martial aura filled the room.

Realizing what was happening, Grandpa Jin immediately shouted,

“Everyone, get out with me!”

“Old Li is about to break through!”

Breakthrough!

Chen Feng was stunned.

If he remembered correctly,

Li Kong was previously a late-stage Martial Master.

If he broke through now, wouldn’t he transcend to become a Martial Saint?

A meal that produces a Saint.

This dinner was just too terrifying.

The four hurriedly left the villa.

At this moment, Li Kong's overwhelming aura caused cracks to spiderweb across the villa's glass.

By the time he was fifty, he had already reached the level of Martial Revered.

In his sixties, he had perfected the Nine Yang Divine Art to its absolute peak.

He had long qualified to challenge the Martial Saint realm.

Now, in his seventies, his cultivation remained stuck in the late Martial Revered stage.

His body was clearly aging.

Li Kong believed that becoming a Martial Saint was beyond his reach.

Unexpectedly, the reason he had been unable to ascend to Martial Saint was the hidden injuries deep within his internal organs.

Now that his wounds had healed, combined with the miraculous nourishment of the dragon meat soup, his internal energy and blood surged.

Very quickly, he reached the critical threshold of 25,000 points.

Li Kong opened his eyes.

Red light burst from his gaze.

He suddenly noticed the bowl of soup on the table—the one Chen Feng had only taken a single sip from.

He picked it up and drained it in one gulp.

Simultaneously, he frantically activated the Nine Yang Divine Art at its pinnacle, accelerating the growth of his internal energy and blood.

At his level, every single point of increase in energy and blood was incredibly hard-won.

Especially with age, the slower the growth rate became.

If one grew too old, not only would their energy fail to increase, it would actually decline.

Several hours later, his energy and blood finally surpassed the 25,600-point mark.

From this moment on, Great Xia gained yet another Martial Saint.