I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

When Han Zhan arrived in front of the fourth tent.

A middle-aged man, one size fatter than Drunkard Sun Yun, was wearing a white chef hat, busily hustling around.

He was humming a tune, somewhat content, as if he hadn’t considered this place a battlefield at all.

”You’re here.”

Upon seeing Han Zhan, Fan Chaohui even took the time to greet him, then tossed out a meticulously fried fish.

The fragrant and tender fried fish was thrown towards Han Zhan.

Yet, in an instant, Han Zhan felt an uncanny sense of crisis.

In the eyes of others, it was just a fragrant fried fish, but in his eyes, it transformed into an unprecedented, sharp slash!

Impossible to evade!

Han Zhan’s muscles tensed, all the Four Urgent open, attempting through sheer willpower to escape the lock of this attack.

But still, he couldn’t evade.

In Han Zhan’s judgment, no matter which direction he tried to dodge or escape, this pre-fried fish would appear right in front of him and cleave him in two without fail!

There’s no escape!

Clang!

Without hesitation, the tearing sound of a zither rang out on the battlefield.

Han Zhan snapped awake as if sobered by heavenly enlightenment, with the tender fried fish now just an arm’s length away.

He abruptly moved his body to the right, the fried fish barely missing his arm as it flew past.

Only then did a deafening sound erupt.

Boom!

From the place where Fan Chaohui threw the fried fish to where Han Zhan had stood, an unimaginable slashing force carved a deep trench into the ground!

”Hmm?”

Fan Chaohui was a bit surprised that Han Zhan managed to dodge his ”Fish Bomb Slash.”

”Didn’t expect you to have a hidden card. That zither sound just now was interesting.”

Han Zhan, with a lingering sense of fear, glanced at the trench on the ground beside him, then at Fan Chaohui.

Though Fan Chaohui still kept his smile, wearing a white chef’s hat, looking like a comical fat chef, Han Zhan seemed to see behind him a gigantic maw filled with innumerable sharp, jagged teeth, darkening the sky.

Shaped like Taotie!

”Sizzle—”

Fan Chaohui no longer paid attention to Han Zhan, instead continuing to cook his delicacies.

Han Zhan caught a glimpse of what he was cooking and felt a twitch in his eyelid.

Three fish, even larger than the one before, were being fried, sizzling and golden on both sides.

Furthermore, a large pot was brewing something unknown, bubbling with steam.

There was also a towering steamer basket, which Fan Chaohui was stoking with wood.

Watching him busy like this, he seemed no different from an actual chef.

If not for the deep trench in the ground right in front of them, Han Zhan might almost have believed it.

”It’s Eater Lord’s Realm of Gluttony!”

”As a gourmet connoisseur, he spent a century studying the three great techniques of steaming, frying, and boiling.”

Onlookers familiar with Eater Fan Chaohui explained what they saw.

Fan Chaohui was a veteran strongman in the Anti-Xia Alliance, his prowess reaching Tier Seven Peak, just a step away from Tier Eight.

Before entering the City of Extreme Evil, he awakened his talent as a chef, with a spatula for stir-frying as his contracted spirit, a source of mockery at the time.

After being exiled to the City of Extreme Evil, Fan Chaohui changed his approach, combining cooking with tasting delicacies, creating his Realm of Gluttony.

The Realm of Gluttony sounded mighty, but actually, it took a century to develop the three major techniques of steaming, frying, and boiling, and was still far off from the so-called eight major techniques. Given Fan Chaohui’s talent, it’s likely a distant dream.

Yet these three techniques alone were enough for him to make a name for himself in the City of Extreme Evil.

”Lord Fan Chaohui is going all out this time. In past battles, he often prepared only one or two techniques. It’s rare to see all three major techniques in play like today.”

”The fried fish is a slash. What are steam and boil then?” someone asked curiously.

”You’ll know if you keep watching. If I’m not mistaken, this young man named Han Zhan should be attempting to rush forward, just like before.”

Sure enough, the speaking onlooker wasn’t wrong.

Upon seeing those three fish, Han Zhan immediately pushed off the ground, darting towards Fan Chaohui as a shadow.

Seeing Han Zhan move, Fan Chaohui also acted.

At this moment, a golden, crispy fried fish was ready in his pan. Holding the tail with chopsticks and taking it out of the oil, Fan Chaohui repeated his old trick, tossing it towards Han Zhan.

Boom!

The fried fish once again transformed into an absurdly powerful slash, hurtling towards him.

Han Zhan was forced to reveal himself mid-air.

Fan Chaohui’s chopsticks switched to a ladle, lifting the lid of the pot simmering beside him, scooping a ladleful, and splashing it towards Han Zhan.

At the moment he swung the ladle, spicy red oil mixed with boiling broth erupted in mid-air.

It turned out to be a whole pot of spicy hotpot!

Compared to Drunkard Sun Yun’s Burning Wine Technique, Fan Chaohui’s hotpot was evidently more formidable. Han Zhan was knocked back to the ground, the upper half of his attire melted, with the skin exposed to the hotpot turning red from scalding.

Despite having the Celestial Serpent Body, he almost couldn’t withstand it, suggesting its monstrous power.

Before Han Zhan could recover, Fan Chaohui had already tossed out two more fried fish.

From the frequency, intensity, and method of attack, Eater Fan Chaohui’s assault was impeccable, even Han Zhan couldn’t easily take him down.

Due to the pressure from Fan Chaohui’s Fish Bomb Slash, Han Zhan had to lock his contracted spirit onto the Fu Xi Zither, with Clear Heart Powder and Dragon Soaring Technique enabling him to escape the slash’s unique determination and enhance his body’s endurance to evade the slashes.

Void Origin was unusable. With his current Tier Six Peak spiritual energy, Han Zhan could only utilize two contracted spirits simultaneously, for no longer than fifteen minutes.

Once exceeded, his spiritual energy would run dry.

He had to calculate his moves carefully, seizing the right moment to strike.

Unlike Han Zhan, Fan Chaohui painted a completely different picture.

He retrieved three more fish from the ingredient box, placed them in the oil pot, added water to the hotpot, and stoked the steamer basket.

By this sequence of operations, it seemed as though the consumption from previous attacks was replenished.

Faced with such a disheartening situation, Han Zhan took two deep breaths, calming his mind.

”Even the strongest have their weaknesses. The frailer the segment, the more it is hidden within seemingly nonchalant actions.”

”The Realm of Gluttony is undoubtedly powerful, but I don’t believe its use comes without a price.”

As Han Zhan spoke, his gaze shifted from Fan Chaohui to those seemingly large ingredient boxes behind him.

”In the Realm of Gluttony, how much time and spiritual energy are needed to simultaneously prepare three techniques?”

Han Zhan’s words caused Fan Chaohui, who had been steadily busy, to pause slightly.