Counterattack System appeared when I'm already At The Mahayana Realm

“You guys chat, I’m making food.” Zhang Konghu piled up the ingredients on the ground, then took pots and pans out of his Storage Ring.

Zhang Konghu has been wandering outside for years, and was quite skilled in cooking.

At the Imperial Palace, everyone was at least of the Divinity Transformation Stage, there was no such thing as a kitchen. If Zhang Konghu wanted to cook, he could only find a temporary spot.

He started messing around in the corner of the side hall.

The main ingredient, a mountain-moving chicken, was still resisting, Zhang Konghu and the ingredients were in a tussle.

The mountain-moving chicken, as its name implied, was strong enough to move mountains, and was not approached by most cultivators.

In addition to the mountain-moving chicken, there was also a bull with wings.

Jiang Li looked up at the yellow bull flying around overhead, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Konghu displayed his Divine Skills, and with the strength of the Body Integration Realm, suppressed the ingredients while kneading them vigorously.

The flying bull tried to charge out of the side hall, but ran into Commander Huang who was walking in.

The flying bull was stunned, and Zhang Konghu dragged it away, and it never woke up again.

Commander Huang’s face turned ghostly pale, his legs were shaking, his condition was very poor.

“What happened to you?” Jiang Li quickly lent Commander Huang a supporting hand.

Commander Huang grimaced a smile: “I was accidentally poisoned on the way. It was a mild poison, which could be removed by operating the Cultivation Technique, but there was a mishap with the operation of the technique, and my stomach has been hurting. I’ve been to the toilet fifteen times today.”

Jiang Li quickly asked Commander Liu to support Commander Huang.

“I have said it before, if you ate one of my leaves, you would be fine. Why didn’t you eat it?” Commander Liu plucked a hair from his head, turned it into a verdant willow leaf.

Commander Huang firmly shook his head.

“Sorry for being late, got held up on the road.” Commander Mu also arrived, but he wasn’t alone. Behind him followed a female cultivator with brown skin and a shy face.

Clan leader of the Gu tribe, Ayisu.

Commander Liu privately told Commander Mu to do the opposite of the techniques Jiang Li taught him to court girls, and he would succeed.

It seemed that it did work.

With a blushing face, Ayisu greeted everyone, and Commander Mu announced that they would get married on a chosen day.

Jiang Li thought his teachings had been fruitful, and smilingly nodded, saying he would definitely attend.

What he taught was still useful. Commander Mu succeeded in just ten years.

“Eat my fist!” Zhang Konghu shouted loudly, putting all his strength into pounding the meat. His fists moved so fast they created afterimages.

“Could you be quieter?” Commander Huang grumbled while clutching his stomach. He was in the process of operating his Cultivation Technique, and just when he was about to recover, he was suddenly startled by Zhang Konghu, causing his Cultivation Technique to revert to its original state.

“You don’t get it. Pounding the meat makes it incredibly chewy. Once you eat my meatballs, you’ll never want to eat ones made by anyone else,” Zhang Konghu declared with confidence, his punches breaking the air.

“In that case, I’d rather not eat them,” Commander Huang shook his head.

Zhang Konghu pulled out another cleaver and started chopping a chicken for white cut chicken. The rhythmic ‘ka-ka-ka’ sound had the baby bobbing his head.

The baby was having a hard time gnawing on the sugar-coated haw, the exterior was slippery so it was hard to bite into, he could only try to eat it in one bite. But the baby’s small mouth wasn’t able to accommodate it, so he continued to wrestle with the haw.

Upon hearing Zhang Konghu chopping the vegetables, he finally gave up his feud with the haw.

“This child is so cute. Little Wood, should we have one too?” Ayisu played with the baby, her laughter brighter than the baby’s.

Commander Mu coughed, whispering: “Let’s talk about this when we get home.”

Ayisu also realized that it wasn’t appropriate to say such things in front of a big crowd, so she shyly lowered her head.

“Well, let’s wait until we get home.”

“Have you tested his Spiritual Root? What kind of Spiritual Root is it?” asked Jiang Li, joining in to play with the baby when he saw that it had stopped crying.

“Metal Spiritual Root.”

“He’s got good aptitude. Once the baby starts to practice, I’ll tailor a Cultivation Technique for him.”

“We can’t thank you enough, Hall Master,” Commander Ma Zhuo quickly expressed his gratitude.

At this time, Zhang Konghu came over: “I’m going to make claypot rice.”

Commander Ma Zhuo quickly shielded his child in fear: “You can’t have my child.”

Zhang Konghu didn’t quite understand the reactions of his two colleagues: “I just wanted to borrow a fire from Brother Jiang. The better the quality of the fire, the better the claypot rice.”

Jiang Li got interested and went over to help.

He produced a ball of South Ming Li Fire in his palm, and used it to cook the clay pot rice.

“Brother Jiang, why do I remember you not being very good at cooking?” Zhang Konghu scratched his head.

Faced with Zhang Konghu’s doubt, Jiang Li was not happy: “I can’t make complex dishes, but the key to claypot rice is controlling the flame. That’s not a challenge for me.”

After a while, Jiang Li withdrew the fire and opened the lid, only to find that under the scorching South Ming Li Fire, the rice and the pot had fused together, inseparable.

You either don’t eat it or you eat the pot with the rice.

Seeing this, Commander Mu, while hugging Ayisu, analyzed: “The Hall Master’s actions have profound implications. The South Ming Li Fire is a test, under the test of fire, the rice and pot overcome difficulties and merge into one. This is the Hall Master’s blessing to us.”

Ayisu lightly hit Commander Mu’s chest, playfully saying that he was annoying.

Jiang Li emotionlessly pushed the claypot rice towards Commander Mu: “Then you should eat the blessings.”

Commander Mu was suddenly silent.

Eventually, Zhang Konghu made another pot of claypot rice.

As Zhang Konghu cooked, a golden light emerged and miraculous scenes appeared in the sky. Dragon and tiger apparitions were fighting fiercely in the sky. After determining the winner, the dragon and tiger apparitions returned to the dish.

“What on earth is that?” Commander Ma was puzzled for a long time, unable to figure out the principle behind it.

Jiang Li explained from the side: “Konghu has modified the ‘Golden Light Curse’ to create the ‘Omni Golden Light Curse’. When he is cooking, miraculous phenomena will randomly occur in the sky.”

“What’s the use of that?”

“What do you think is the most important thing when two masters fight?”

“What?”

“It’s momentum.”

After chitchatting for a while, Zhang Konghu finished cooking and called everyone over to eat.

Commander Mu gently picked up the beef tendon ball that Zhang Konghu had bragged about for a long time, bit down hard, and the beef tendon ball bounced away.

“…”

Did it really have to be that springy?

It must be said that Zhang Konghu was extremely talented in cooking. Everyone stared at the table full of delicious dishes, mouths watering.

The baby was no exception.

The baby watched everyone eating with envious eyes while he sadly sucked on his pacifier.

“Look at how pitiful this child looks.” Zhang Konghu couldn’t stand it anymore, took a pair of chopsticks and picked up a stir-fried pork piece, waved it in front of the child, then ate it himself.

“This child is sitting so far away, he can’t even see what the food looks like. Here, have a closer look.” Every time Zhang Konghu ate, he would wave the food in front of the baby.

The tantalizing aroma made the baby’s mouth water, he couldn’t help but suck harder on his pacifier.

Commander Huang finally finished sorting out the operation of his Cultivation Technique, and his stomach no longer hurt. When he lifted his head, he saw that only empty plates were left on the dining table.

Zhang Konghu slapped his forehead: “Oh, I forgot about you.”