Chapter 564 - The Dance Floor (1/2)

The students of the Imperial Star Luo Academy had underestimated Tang Wulin since he was clearly much younger than them and wore a kind smile on his face. However, that smile was a mask that hid the tyrannical strength within him. Without saying a single word, Tang Wulin plowed right through their formation. There was nothing they could do in retaliation, for they did not dare cause a disturbance during the banquet. In this situation, whoever lashed out first was the loser.

Unlike the rest, the four female Imperial Star Luo Academy students looked at Tang Wulin with inquisitive gazes. Even they were not immune to Tang Wulin's handsomeness.

“How long will I have to eat before I'm full?” Tang Wulin asked anxiously as he glanced at the paltry snacks on the c.o.c.ktail tables. Delicate pastries and desserts were arranged on each table, but they were next to nothing in his eyes. It would take him a lifetime to satisfy his stomach if these were all he had to eat.

“It's gonna be hard to fill our bellies.” Xu Lizhi chuckled. “I've already swept three tables clean.”

“How are people supposed to be happy if they're hungry?” Tang Wulin scratched his cheek nervously. His cultivation was closely tied to eating food. The more nutritious the food he consumed, the stronger his blood essence became. As his blood essence grew stronger, it placed more pressure his soul power and encouraged it to condense. As a result, he had never been worried about the strength of his soul power, only its quant.i.ty. He also understood that part of the reason why his soul power grew so slowly was because it was constantly being compressed.

Tang Wulin had once asked Wu Zhangkong if it was good that his soul power was being compressed. He had been given a simple explanation in return: to progress beyond their fifth soul ring, all soul masters need to compress their soul power. The earlier he began this process, the purer his soul power would be. He may start facing difficulties now, but in the future he would reap the benefits and have an advantage over his peers. The quality of his soul power would be far better. Although it would slow his progress to becoming a battle armor master, there was no doubt that the compression of his soul power was beneficial to him.

Tang Wulin had found relief in Wu Zhangkong's explanation, and from then onward he took it to heart, focusing on the quality over quant.i.ty when cultivating. Recently he also noticed that, after breaking the fourth seal, his combat style had grown rougher and more direct. He tended to favor brute force and use brutal attacks to overwhelm his opponents. Such intense combat got his blood boiling and drummed up the domineering power that slumbered within his blood essence. He knew that it was his blood essence that caused this s.h.i.+ft in combat styles.

“What do we do, Captain?” Xu Lizhi asked anxiously, rousing Tang Wulin from his thoughts.

Tang Wulin sighed. “Even a fly has meat on it. We'll just settle for eating as much as we can. It's not like it's always going to be like this. We can handle starving for one day. Tomorrow we can figure out how to wrestle up some fish.”

Xu Lizhi was taken aback. “But the sea has marine soul beasts in it! Won't it be dangerous to go catching fish?”

“I was joking.” Tang Wulin laughed dryly. “We can use fis.h.i.+ng rods.”

Then Tang Wulin heard a deep voice, one that sounded was all too familiar. He turned in the direction it had come from, and as soon as he did, his eyes went wide like discs. There, standing in pristine white chef's attire, was a man. He was in the process of delivering a tray of food to a nearby table. It was the sect master of the Body Sect and Divine-grade mecha pilot, Mu Ye!

“U-Uncle Mu?” Tang Wulin stammered, gawking at the man. What's he doing here? Even though he's here as a diplomatic representative, he shouldn't be playing the part of a mere chef, right?

Mu Ye laughed slyly, as if he had been caught in the middle of committing a crime. “I'm a qualified chef,” he said. “In fact, I own a series of restaurants all over Douluo. I can be considered a representative of Douluo's culinary arts. That aside, what's your cabin number?”

Tang Wulin told Mu Ye what he wanted to know and the man beamed. “Great! Don't worry about eating your fill right now. I'll stop by later tonight and cook something up for you.” Then he looked Tang Wulin up and down and nodded in satisfaction. “You look good.”