The Ye Feng of today is no longer the ignorant fool he once was on Earth.
After cultivating immortality, his culinary skills improved to an unprecedented level.
He has now reached the pinnacle of skill in cooking, including knife work, heat control, timing of adding seasonings, and the amount of seasonings. These aspects directly affect the taste of the dish.
Even the most skilled chef on Earth, even the chefs who prepare state banquets, could not achieve what he is in now.
Just like a dish, a master chef at a state banquet can maintain a score of 90 points for a dish, but 100 points is almost impossible; it's a masterpiece that can only be created under various accidental factors.
Ye Feng could artificially eliminate all such factors, thus ensuring that his dishes would always remain at 100 points.
With the various spiritual materials he cultivated himself, breaking through the limits was a natural outcome.
Yun Zhongzi said with a smile, "It doesn't feel right to say this out loud, but I really can't find any way to refute it, nor can I find any reason to refute it. I guess I'll just assume you're number one."
After he finished speaking, he began to focus on the roasted lamb leg in his hand.
Ye Feng was the same.
The lamb leg, brushed with a secret sauce, is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
The beautiful caramel color on the outside is incredibly tempting, and the tender, juicy, light pink shredded meat inside is simply irresistible.
With one bite, the rich soy sauce flavor cannot mask the overpowering aroma of cumin.
As your teeth intertwine with the shredded meat, the sauce's flavor begins to blend more deeply with the meat as you chew, creating a more profound and wonderful taste in your mouth.
The slightly spicy taste made my chest burn a little. Before I could swallow the piece of meat, I picked up my glass and took a big gulp of beer...
"belch……"
Yun Zhongzi and Ye Feng simultaneously let out a burp, releasing a rich aroma of malt and meat.
Along with it, the slight restlessness in Ye Feng's heart also disappeared.
Sparkling and refreshingly cool!
The sensation is like a blast of pleasure that goes straight from your toenails to every single hair.
Yun Zhongzi exclaimed again, "Junior Brother, although this roast meat isn't as refined as the other dishes, the pleasure of eating meat and drinking wine in large gulps is truly unparalleled..."
At this point, Yun Zhongzi suddenly paused.
Then his brows furrowed.
He began to mutter under his breath, "Not refined enough... Unparalleled... Not refined enough, not refined enough... Unparalleled..."
Suddenly, his eyes cleared, and a look of wild joy appeared on his face.
"Not refined enough! Not refined enough! Hahaha, not refined enough! So this is what's been holding me back all along!"
Yun Zhongzi quickly stood up, reached out and grabbed his natal flying sword 'Dust', which appeared in his hand.
Yun Zhongzi was always cautious and had a gentle nature. Logically speaking, Tai Chi swordplay should be the most suitable for his personality.
However, he did not choose Tai Chi swordplay, but instead focused on Dugu Nine Swords.
Since he began cultivating, he has pursued the ultimate practice of every move and stance. In terms of the precision and accuracy of his swordsmanship, even Ye Feng in his current state probably cannot compare to him.
But even so, he was stuck at a bottleneck for a long time and could not break through it.
He had always believed that his swordsmanship had not yet reached its pinnacle of refinement and that there was still room for improvement.
When you reach the point where you can no longer advance, that's when you break through to a higher level.
But after he inadvertently uttered those words while eating meat, he suddenly realized a problem.
Perhaps my problem isn't a lack of refinement, but rather that I've been too focused on refinement and neglected the original purpose of swordsmanship.
Swordsmanship is the art of killing.
The goal is to achieve the fastest speed and the most reasonable moves to achieve the greatest effect.
Rather than sword techniques that are exquisitely refined.
Thinking of this, Yun Zhongzi actually began to practice the Dugu Nine Swords.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng's protective aura spread out and enveloped the surroundings, ensuring that no matter how much Yun Zhongzi made a commotion, not a single blade of grass or tree on the Five Elders Peak would be damaged.
With a small glass of wine in one hand and grilled meat in the other, and someone dancing with a sword below, Ye Feng felt as if he had become Liu Bang in that instant.
Just make sure the swordsman doesn't accidentally stab himself while practicing.
Yun Zhongzi's movements were initially meticulous, down to the finest detail.
The second time it was used, there was a strange change.
On the third time, the change became even more pronounced.
Fourth time... Fifth time...
Ye Feng watched with great interest, but as he watched, he always felt that Yun Zhongzi seemed to be missing something.
Yun Zhongzi stopped on the sixth time.
He also felt that something was missing from his life.
Ye Feng's eyes darted around, and suddenly an image of a carefree and unrestrained sword immortal appeared in his mind.
He was unkempt and looked somewhat slovenly.
Despite his unruly appearance, his swordsmanship is incredibly elegant.
Although he acted recklessly, he was also filled with a sense of righteousness.
Anyone who sees him will have the same thought in their mind—this is what a sword immortal should be like.
That person's name was—the Drunken Sword Immortal!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng reached into his robes.
He took out a magic gourd and threw it to Yun Zhongzi.
"Senior brother, try this one too."
Yun Zhongzi reached out and took it, then uncorked the gourd, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.
He almost fainted from the fumes.
"Good heavens, junior brother, what are you holding? That's quite a strong drink."
Ye Feng laughed and said, "Senior brother is in luck. This is my aged wine yeast from the Immortal Court Jade Liquor. According to the actual age, it is more than a hundred years old. It has already turned into wine paste. Have a sip and try it again."
Yun Zhongzi shook his head and said, "If you can't comprehend it when your mind is clear, wouldn't you faint after drinking your wine paste?"
Ye Feng said seriously, "Senior brother, I suspect your problem lies in your mental clarity. The position of sect leader restricts you too much. You are originally a free and easy person, but after becoming sect leader, you are cautious in everything you do, afraid of making mistakes. This is contrary to your swordsmanship. This sip of the wine paste will make you forget everything and focus on the swordsmanship. It might have a miraculous effect."
Yun Zhongzi nodded after hearing this and said, "Junior brother is right. In that case, I will get dizzy and drunk. Then please protect me, junior brother."
"That's how it should be."
Yun Zhongzi stopped talking nonsense, stuffed the wine gourd into his mouth and took a big gulp.
Ye Feng's rescue was already quite potent, and it was the original brew.
With a century of accumulation, its power is unimaginable.
After taking a bite, Yun Zhongzi's fair cheeks turned bright red, and he felt a little dizzy.
One advantage of pure grain liquor is that even if you drink a lot, you won't get dizzy or have a headache.
This meant that Yun Zhongzi had no other negative states besides feeling drunk.
With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed the Dugu Nine Swords once more.
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