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After buying the bone cutting kitchen knife and the bottle of soy sauce, Song Shuhang rushed home at full speed!

‘I was unexpectedly fooled by that onion spirit.’ The green onion in his hand was a normal one. But since it had the smell of the ‘monster onion’ on it, it was able to fool him temporarily.

...While he was buying the bottle of soy sauce, he used his right hand, which was holding the onion spirit, to get a hold of it. However, he carelessly put too much strength in his fingers, and as a consequence, the onion spirit broke into two pieces...

It actually broke into two pieces!

Song Shuhang wasn’t a fool and immediately realized that the ‘onion spirit’ in his hand was a fake. As for the real one… it should still be in his house, or perhaps it had already run away!

"Dammit, I was too careless." Up until now, Song Shuhang had been very careful when dealing with matters regarding the world of cultivators.

He didn’t expect to make such a mistake while dealing with this onion spirit.

After getting home, Song Shuhang shot a look around and tried to gauge the situation.

Afterward, he heaved a sigh of relief. Everything seemed to be fine. Zhao Yaya and her friends were whispering something in the living room. Papa Song, Old Lu, and Lu Tianyou were chatting in the studio, and Mama Song was still busy in the kitchen… it seemed that the onion spirit hadn’t caused any trouble.

‘Then, did she directly run away?’ Song Shuhang secretly operated the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ and displayed a small trick based on the manipulation of mental energy, the ‘mental detection’.

Now that he had opened three apertures, Song Shuhang’s mental energy was much higher than before. If he were to release all his mental energy, he could cover the entire house.

When he used his mental detection, Zhao Yaya and her friends, and also Papa Song and the others, all stopped talking. They felt as though someone was spying on them, making them feel somewhat uncomfortable.

At the same time, all the things in the house, even the ants crawling in dark corners, appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind. Of course, the picture in his mind was very rough. Although he could feel the presence of these ants, they appeared as small pixels in his mind.

As for human beings which were bigger, they appeared such as in old videotape recordings.

After searching for a long time… Song Shuhang wasn’t able to find the onion spirit.

That was rather troublesome. If the fugitive onion spirit were to leak the fact that he had the ‘enlightenment stone’, he would be in deep trouble.

Ah? Wait!

What is my mother grasping in her hands?

That one meter long thing… isn’t that my treasured saber Broken Tyrant? What is my saber doing there?

Just as he was wondering what was happening, he saw Mama Song come out of the kitchen with Broken Tyrant in her hands.

"Eh? Shuhang, you’re finally back. Why are you standing at the entrance with a dumbfounded look on your face? Quickly give me the bone cutting kitchen knife and the bottle of soy sauce; I just happen to need them," Mama Song said to Song Shuhang as she waved Broken Tyrant.

"Cough. Mother, what are you doing with that saber?" Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked.

"Ahaha, this ornamental saber of yours isn’t half bad. It’s very comfortable to use and even sharper than I thought. If I weren’t afraid of dirtying it, I would have used it to cut the spareribs," Mama Song said with a smile.

Then, she added, "Ah, yes. Earlier, I found a green onion on the cupboard. Perhaps it inadvertently fell there when I came back from the market. Anyway, I decided to bring it in the kitchen and cut it up to prepare the lamb with fried green onions. But strangely enough, no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t able to cut it into pieces."


After speaking this much, Mama Song frowned, "Speaking of which, it is quite strange. I’ve never seen a green onion that even a knife couldn’t cut. In hindsight, I think there was something fishy about it."

Shiet, mom actually brought Lady Onion in the kitchen!

"Ahaha, you’re right. That green onion was indeed special. It was a gift from a friend and should be a new species of green onion. I brought it home because I wanted to cultivate it, hehehe..." Song Shuhang said some random nonsense with a serious face—it wasn’t a good situation. Lately, he had to lie more and more to cover these matters related to the ‘world of cultivators’.

"Oh? So, it was a new species you brought back. No wonder, no wonder." Mama didn’t think too much about it and accepted Shuhang’s explanation.

Song Shuhang heaved a sigh of relief—Wait! Mother was holding Broken Tyrant… did something happen to the onion spirit?

Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Ma, where is that green onion now?"

"Oh, I cut it up. I tried to use the kitchen knife but couldn’t damage it. Then, I remembered about this ornamental saber of yours. I took it down from the wall and tried to cut the green onion with it; the process was very smooth, it just took me a few slashes to cut it into tiny pieces. This blade is very good," Mama Song said with a smile.

Song Shuhang was immediately dumbfounded, "And what about those pieces?"

"Of course, they became part of the lamb with fried green onions! That new species of green onion was really amusing. The kitchen knife wasn’t able to cut it, but after I cut it with the saber, it quickly fried in the oil. It smelled very good, and we’ll be able to taste it in a while. I have high expectations of that lamb with fried green onions!" Mama Song said self-satisfied.

Lamb with fried green onions… lamb with fried green onions… lamb with fried green onions...

Did that onion spirit die?

Moreover, why didn’t it try to resist? Why did she allow mom to cut her up in such a critical situation?

"What about the root of the green onion? Do you still have it?" This was Song Shuhang’s last hope—maybe the green onion could survive even if the sprouted part was cut off? After all, it was a plant-type monster. Perhaps it could survive as long as its root was intact?

"I threw it on a side in the kitchen. Why are you asking about it? Ah, right. I forgot that you wanted to cultivate this new variety." Mama Song pointed at the kitchen. "Go to the kitchen and search amidst the various green onions roots on the edge of the cutting board. I’ll go in the living room and hang this ornamental saber back on the wall."

Song Shuhang quickly went into the kitchen and noticed the root of the onion spirit.

It was emanating the strong aura that belonged to an onion spirit.

"Hello, are you still alive?" Song Shuhang asked in a soft voice.

However, the onion spirit didn’t reply and only slightly shook.

It seems that it’s still alive...

Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he picked up the root of the green onion and looked at the ‘lamb with fried green onions’ that Mama Song was so proud of.

A lamb with a 300 years old fried onion spirit...! Isn’t this dish a bit too over the top? Would people die after eating it?

After thinking a bit, Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone and quickly typed in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Stressed by a Mountain of Books: "Seniors, my 300 years old onion spirit was cut into pieces by my mother to prepare some lamb with fried green onions… now, only its root is left. Can it still be saved? Moreover, if someone eats a lamb with a 300 years old fried onion spirit, will they die? I’m waiting for answers, very worried!"

His mother was very proud of this dish, and in a while, she would bring it to the table and let everyone taste it. What would he do if everyone ended up poisoned by this food? If their lives were in danger, he would immediately get rid of this dish.

Very soon, someone replied.

It was Senior Northern River. As long as he was online, he was the first one to reply. "A 300 years old onion spirit?





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