Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 747: You Need to Apologize
Previously on Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?...
Outside the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
A bunch of auxiliary items such as scallions, onions, and star anise lined up before charging wildly toward the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
These items sprinted using limbs that had sprouted below their forms.
Upon arriving at the Well of Heaven's entrance, the auxiliary ingredients and spice pouches jumped inside with enthusiastic leaps.
Chen Niu managed to observe only what was happening at the pagoda's gateway. Despite his vast background, the sight struck him as excessively strange.
He'd witnessed chunks of meat scurrying across the earth.
He'd observed greens dashing over the terrain as well.
Yet spices hustling along the ground? That was an absolute novelty!
"Is that Sword Cultivator preparing a meal within the Demon Sealing Pagoda!?" Right then, Chen Niu deemed the idea completely ridiculous.
The essential issue was that the Demon Sealing Pagoda obviously wasn't meant for culinary pursuits!
His instincts and logic suggested it was improbable to cook in the Demon Sealing Pagoda, yet the spectacle unfolding before him kept undermining his assumptions—if not for cooking, why else would those soy sauce and chicken essence pouches with legs be scampering everywhere?! It couldn't be that the demons trapped in the Demon Sealing Pagoda craved such things, right?
"What on earth is this Sword Cultivator up to in there..." Chen Niu raked his fingers through his hair in frustration, desperate for answers.
Unable to unravel the mystery, his wisest move at present was to stay steady amid the flux.
Regardless of the activities this individual pursued inside the Demon Sealing Pagoda—be it meal-making or crop-tending—he'd have to emerge sooner or later.
With that in mind, Chen Niu shut his eyes once more and simulated slumber, opting to ignore the animated, hopping provisions.
Still, a surge of unidentified fury had already ignited within him.
He lingered in wait outdoors, as the Sword Cultivator likely prepared feasts indoors, perhaps employing the demon beasts as key components and savoring gourmet delights.
Enjoying a remarkably cozy existence!
The deeper his reflections went, the fiercer his rage intensified...
Myriad plots to not merely slay Chen Huaian but torment him until he pleaded for mercy flooded Chen Niu's thoughts in that instant.
Within the Demon Sealing Pagoda, Chen Huaian busied himself with stir-frying.
The creator of this wok was undoubtedly a prodigy.
This wok adjusted its dimensions to match the contents. From the bond he'd forged with it, the vessel seemed capable of simmering even a massive Kun fish.
Its greatest advantage lay in the ease of use.
Even at a considerable distance from the wok right now, a mere flick of his fingers sufficed to perform the flipping action.
*Clang! Clang!*
That noise came from Chen Huaian flipping the wok. The enormous red egg along with assorted ingredients and spices rolled about inside. Every impact of the red egg against the wok produced a resounding "clang."
Clearly, a blaze with a more profound, intense shade started swirling in the wok.
This blaze stemmed from the encircling sea of fire yet differed from it, resembling an enhanced iteration of the sea of fire's inferno. Merely gazing at it from afar caused Chen Huaian's spirit to ache with scorching discomfort.
"Has the sea of fire's blaze evolved via the wok's culinary process?"
Chen Huaian squinted his eyes.
He noticed the red egg turning an even deeper crimson, tinged slightly with black.
Almost as if... it teetered on the edge of burning.
At the same time, a captivating, subtle aroma slowly spread through the higher floors of the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
Chen Huaian's lip corner jerked.
He hoped he wouldn't truly transform the auspicious beast into an edible creation—that would constitute a grave offense.
Yet... the scent was incredibly alluring!
It had to taste exquisite!
Fortunately, such an outcome didn't transpire.
As the wok's flames blazed ever hotter.
The massive red egg, previously motionless, at last displayed peculiar stirrings.
*Crack—! Crack—!*
Continuous snaps of eggshells fracturing echoed around.
The fragrance of fried eggs in the atmosphere thickened and intensified.
Chen Huaian held his breath, face etched with gravity—he dreaded yielding to the urge to gulp when the auspicious beast emerged.
"Who—!"
A furious bellow abruptly burst from the wok.
The tone resembled that of a young girl still dependent on milk.
"Who has the nerve to use this queen as a cooking component! Such insolence!"
Chen Huaian involuntarily drew his neck in.
He faintly discerned a damp avian head emerging from the colossal red egg. Upon initial appearance, its body bore scant plumage, but as it wriggled halfway free, scarlet flames burst forth nearby—these flames morphed into its feathers.
The young bird extended itself amid the blaze, its wings unfurling gradually. Its freshly born physique seemed remarkably flexible and robust in the conflagration—it transcended fledgling status. Through the fiery ordeal, it evidently reborn as a sacred avian.
And as this sacred avian expanded swiftly, the ambient sea of fire got fully drawn into it, apparently fueling its development.
"Could this be... a Vermilion Bird's Physical Shell?" Chen Huaian whispered to himself while examining the sacred avian's form.
His words were barely a murmur, meant for his ears alone.
Nevertheless, it prompted the sacred avian, perched on the shell as it preened its feathers, to bristle in irritation.
"Nonsense!"
The sacred avian whipped its head around and fixed Chen Huaian with a glare, snapping furiously: "I'm a phoenix! A phoenix, got it? How dare you liken me to that inferior fowl, the Vermilion Bird! Are you courting death?!"
Chen Huaian: "..."
Ah, a phoenix it was.
Refers to herself as "this old lady," but speaks with the timbre of one not yet weaned.
Above all, didn't a phoenix, being an auspicious beast, possess such a volatile disposition?
And resort to profanity?
Frankly, it rather demolished his idealized view of auspicious beasts.
"You sneaky rascal, were you the one trying to fry this old lady in this wok?!"
The phoenix eyed the enormous wok underfoot and the broth derived from its own shell.
All of a sudden, it found the aroma rather appealing.
It instinctively sampled the broth, and its eyes sparkled instantly.
"Oh my, so flavorful! Never imagined this old lady's essence could be this pure!
Indeed befitting of this queen! Utterly superb!"
The phoenix planted its claws on its sides and tilted its head upward in triumphant laughter.
But its demeanor flipped abruptly, as it shot a menacing stare at Chen Huaian: "Regardless, that doesn't excuse your wicked attempt to cook this old lady! Get ready to perish! This queen will reduce you to cinders, leaving a whole corpse!"
The phoenix extended its wings, summoning a turbulent sea of fire in its wake.
Without question, the inferno would soon engulf Chen Huaian's position.
Chen Huaian: "Õ_Õ…"
As for the unfolding scenario.
Drawing on faith in the Dragon Soul.
He directed a trace of the Ancestral Dragon's presence toward the phoenix.
He'd attempted this earlier when the phoenix remained an egg, seeking to rouse it with the Ancestral Dragon's essence, though the Phoenix Egg displayed no response.
With the phoenix now hatched, it ought to acknowledge the Dragon Soul's aura without fail, no?
Faint golden draconic motifs surged toward the phoenix.
The phoenix, amassing flames to eliminate the offender, suddenly halted.
In its scarlet gaze locked on Chen Huaian, murderous resolve slowly morphed into bewilderment, bewilderment into embarrassment, and its stare sharpened to clarity.
The phoenix casually dismissed the flames trailing it.
It remained rooted, mulling deeply for an extended period.
Then it soared before Chen Huaian, raised its beak, appraised him from top to bottom several times, and proclaimed justly: "Apologize!"
"Apologize?!" Chen Huaian blinked in shock: "For what?"
He hadn't inflicted harm on the phoenix, so why the need for remorse?
The phoenix jabbed a talon at the massive wok, then swiveled to confront Chen Huaian:
"You fried me, so shouldn't you say sorry?"
Chen Huaian: "..."
What sort of absurd claim was that.
"This Venerable One wasn't frying, this was This Venerable One's technique to rouse you." Chen Huaian opened his palms: "Without This Venerable One's frying, heaven knows how long you'd have slumbered."