52: Chapter 52 Morning Inventory and Warm Soup

Inside the kitchen in the backyard on the first floor.

Sunlight spilled through the old wooden lattice window onto the cutting board.

Lin Ye pulled out a sharp slicing knife and held his breath, concentrating.

As the blade descended, there was no softness typical of normal mushrooms; instead, he felt a resistance akin to cutting through tough timber.

Lin Ye channeled a strand of Pure Yang True Qi onto the blade, allowing him to slice it into thin, uniform slices as translucent as a cicada's wings.

He retrieved an old-fashioned purple clay herbal pot and filled it mostly with Rootless Pure Water bought from Master Chen.

Lin Ye poured all the slices of Purple Ganoderma into the pot and lit the stove.

He simmered it over a gentle flame.

As the water temperature rose, wisps of white mist began to curl up from the purple clay pot.

The white mist lingered without dissipating, hovering in the air above the kitchen and giving off an intensely rich medicinal aroma.

After simmering for about two hours.

Lin Ye lifted the pot's lid. The clear water inside had transformed into a clear, amber-like dark purple.

"The final step."

Without hesitation, he placed his left index finger into his mouth and bit down hard on the fingertip.

A single drop of Pure Yang Origin True Blood, shimmering with a faint golden light, was squeezed out.

With a flick of his finger, Lin Ye sent the drop of true blood precisely into the boiling purple clay pot.

"Sizzle!"

The moment the Pure Yang True Blood was added, the calm soup began to boil violently.

The Pure Yang Qi merged perfectly with the immense vitality of the Purple Ganoderma.

The dark purple liquid began to emit a faint crimson-gold halo.

A fatal allure, capable of driving any evil entity mad, drifted out through the crack of the kitchen door.

"Smells so good..."

The sound of someone swallowing saliva came from outside the door.

Holding the scalding purple clay pot, Lin Ye walked out of the kitchen and came to the glass counter in the main hall.

He saw Leng Yue and Frost Star already sitting side by side on high stools.

The two zombie wives were like pets waiting to be fed, their eyes locked onto the medicinal pot in Lin Ye's hands.

Even Leng Yue, who usually maintained an aloof and majestic image, couldn't help leaning forward slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her skirt.

For corpse cultivators like them, whom heaven and earth rejected...

...a spiritual soup like this, brimming with immense vitality and Pure Yang Dao charm, was a supreme elixir incomparable to any delicacy in the world.

Meanwhile, at the end of Taiping Old Street.

A young female ghost wearing a Republican era student uniform was floating aimlessly.

Having died in war with little resentment, she had drifted around this old street area in a daze for nearly a century.

Just now, an ultimate temptation that made her soul shudder diffused from the Funeral Shop in the middle of the old street.

It was a craving powerful enough to make her abandon everything just to rush over and devour it.

However, when her gaze passed through the crowd toward the ordinary shop bathed in sunlight...

...what she saw was a terrifying scene capable of driving any ghost to a complete breakdown.

In her Yin eyes, that Funeral Shop wasn't a building at all, but a pitch-black, bottomless vortex.

To the left of the vortex was a boundless sea of blood burning with golden-red karmic fire.

Seated above the sea of blood was a peerless queen whose face was obscured, her pressure formidable enough to make heaven and earth change colors.

To the right of the vortex was a Nether Throne built from hundreds of millions of bones.

Upon the throne, a petite figure tilted her head, staring at her with interest using her amber right pupil, a greedy smile hanging on the corner of her lips.

"Ah!"

The female ghost let out a silent scream, her soul body nearly shattering on the spot.

Scared out of her wits, she turned around and fled Taiping Old Street at top speed, swearing never to approach this forbidden area ever again...

Inside the Funeral Shop, Lin Ye brought three small blue-and-white porcelain bowls and evenly dished out the thick soup.

"Drink it while it's hot, and refine all the medicinal power into your limbs and bones." Lin Ye pushed two bowls of soup in front of them.

Frost Star couldn't wait to pick up her porcelain bowl. Ignoring the heat, she stuck out her tiny pink tongue and lapped it up eagerly.

As soon as the soup hit her stomach, the little girl shivered violently, and a fine layer of dark blue frost instantly appeared on her exposed skin.

She quickly closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the high stool, channeling the Nether Corpse King method to digest this massive amount of energy.

Leng Yue was far more elegant. Holding the porcelain bowl with both hands, she took small sips.

As the soup flowed down her throat, a misty luster welled up in her deep red eyes.

The trace of Drought Demon Fire Poison that had plagued her for a thousand years was miraculously suppressed to the deepest part of her dantian under the wash of the Purple Ganoderma's vast vitality, unable to cause any more trouble.

After drinking the last drop of soup, Leng Yue set down her porcelain bowl.

She raised her head, her exquisitely beautiful cheeks flushed with an intoxicating blush like sunset clouds.

She didn't speak. She simply reached out her warm, soft hand across the counter and gently took Lin Ye's hand holding his bowl.

Fingers intertwined, eyes meeting with unspoken feelings.

Everything was understood without a word.

"Ding! Daily quest completed. Congratulations to the Host for brewing a supreme warm soup. Harem harmony has surged dramatically. Current harmony: 60. Achievement 'Immortal Chef' unlocked."

The system notification flashed in his mind.

Lin Ye smiled and held Leng Yue's hand in return.

The sunlight was serene, and time in the shop seemed to freeze at this moment.

In this chaotic world overrun by demons and monsters, this small Funeral Shop was their most impregnable fortress.

In the afternoon.

Enjoying a rare moment of leisure, Lin Ye dragged a rocking chair to the shop entrance to bask in the sun.

He pulled out talisman paper and cinnabar from his tactical backpack, preparing to practice drawing the Lightning Summoning Talisman using the true comprehension rewarded by the system yesterday while he was in peak condition.

Spreading out the yellow paper, Lin Ye held a purple-hair brush, recalling the intricate and profound path of the runes in his mind.

"Concentrate and calm the mind, drawing upon the pivot of heaven and earth."

Saturated with cinnabar, the tip of the brush pressed firmly onto the paper.

Lin Ye's wrist moved with fluid grace like a swimming dragon and startled phoenix, rapidly tracing the lines on the yellow paper.

With each stroke, a subtle popping noise echoed in the air.

As the final stroke was completed...

"Buzz!"

A blinding arc of blue electricity flashed across the ordinary yellow paper.

A heart-palpitating aura of destruction radiated faintly from the talisman.

It succeeded!

Lin Ye held the newly formed Lightning Summoning Talisman, a satisfied curve gracing his lips.

With this, the next time he encountered those tough-skinned fierce ghosts or zombies, he could just strike them with heavenly thunder—saving time and effort.

Just as Lin Ye was immersed in the joy of talisman crafting...

...an ear-splitting roar of a sports car engine suddenly echoed from the mouth of Taiping Old Street's alley.

A flashy red Ferrari, looking like a ball of burning flame, pulled up arrogantly right in front of Lins Funeral Shop.

The scissor doors swung upward.

A rich young playboy dressed in designer casual wear and wearing oversized aviator sunglasses strode toward the shop with a large bouquet of bright red roses in hand.

Lin Ye frowned and looked closely.

The newcomer was none other than the Jiangzhou playboy he had met once before, who had generously handed over a million-yuan reward—Young Master Qin.

Young Master Qin took off his sunglasses, his face plastered with a flattering smile, and hurried over to Lin Ye.

"Master Lin! Oh, Master Lin, my ancestor, I've finally found you!"

Young Master Qin bowed and scraped, respectfully handing over the huge bouquet of roses while his eyes involuntarily sneaked glances inside the shop.

"Master, last time at the Linjiang Road old mansion, thanks to sister-in-law slapping that fierce spirit to pieces, I felt really guilty. Today I brought a humble gift specifically to thank sister-in-law in person..."

Lin Ye's face instantly darkened.

He didn't reach out to accept the roses. He simply stood up slowly, staring at Young Master Qin with knife-like eyes.

This kid sure had some guts.

Trying his luck with Lin Ye's thousand-year-old female zombie?