NOVEL WEB Chapter 46: Kitchen Dao God!
Before the sun could rise above the emerald peaks, the sky was already streaked with the first traces of movement. In that fleeting silence between night and dawn, a mighty screech shattered the stillness as a Mountain Eagle, with feathers sharp as blades and wings broader than rooftops, took off from the Burning Sun Peak.
Upon its back, three figures sat firm—Mo Han, Fatty Lambu, and Jia Kai.
"Hold tight, you two! The wind currents from the Phoenix Ridge will hit soon!" Jia Kai warned, gripping her spear tightly. Her flowing robes danced in the wind as she stood at the eagle's neck, expertly steering it like a seasoned rider with the spear.
The Mountain Eagle flapped its massive wings once, shaking the air with thunder, and soared above the clouds. Jia Kai guided it with a single spear motion—striking the air in unique rhythms, channeling wind Qi through the point, nudging the eagle subtly. This was her family's secret beast-taming technique.
Behind her, Fatty Lambu was clutching a rolled-up leather map with both hands, his cheeks puffed like steamed buns from the cold air. "Oi, Brother Han, according to this… we might just reach in time to the Khan Family Auction in Green Jade City. Even flying without rest, we're barely making it!"
Mo Han leaned forward. "Then we make it. We have no choice." His tone was calm, yet there was a quiet fire in his eyes.
Suddenly their discussion turned towards the powerful sects. But Mo Han didn't know a single name.
Fatty turned toward him with a grunt. "Still can't believe you didn't even know the Eight Great Sects of the Twin Sun Continent. Or the Heavenly Ruler of Jade Clouds! Even a farmer boy from remote villages knows this stuff!"
Mo Han gave a soft chuckle. "I told you already… I came from far away."
"Hmph," Fatty grumbled. "Still, not knowing the Phoenix Blood Sect or the Sea-Mist Pavilion is outrageous. You better remember these names, brother!"
"Then teach me," Mo Han said with a faint smile. "I'm all ears."
For the next few hours, as the Mountain Eagle glided above cloud mountains and low-hanging mist valleys, Fatty became the self-proclaimed 'teacher.' He explained the structure of the continent, the power balance between the Eight Great Sects, and the threeassocations who stood above all in the mortal world.
Mo Han listened silently, his fingers occasionally tracing the blade hilt strapped behind his back. A light gleamed in his eyes—not just curiosity, but a quiet ambition brewing.
The sun finally dipped beyond the horizon again, marking the end of their first day. By nightfall, a strange and endless sight unfolded beneath them—the Mountain Desert, a land filled with towering rock needles and glowing, pillar-like crystals. The sand shimmered faintly, kissed by the moon's silver light.
"This is it," Jia Kai said, pulling the spear upright. "The desert crossing begins."
Mo Han stood and walked to the eagle's head, brushing his hand gently on its crown feathers. "You've already done much, friend," he whispered. "But I'm going to need more."
He pulled out the purple spell bottle from his inner robe. The glowing liquid inside pulsed like a heartbeat.
"Beast Essence Spell… I hope this works."
With both hands, he tilted the bottle and poured the essence down the eagle's beak. The creature hesitated for a moment… then let out a low cry as ancient energy rushed through its veins. Its wings lit up with a faint purple hue, and its feathers shimmered with renewed vigor.
The eagle lifted its head, then flapped hard—ascending to a much higher altitude than before, cutting through the freezing wind like a divine arrow.
Jia Kai and Fatty were already asleep behind him, bundled in thick robes, swaying gently to the eagle's movements. Mo Han took the lead, gripping the reins now etched with formation marks, and stared ahead.
Below, the desert was dotted with the strange glowing columns—some humming with sound, others pulsing like breathing beings.
Mo Han furrowed his brows. "What are these strange totems?"
But no one answered. The silence was only broken by the soft snores of Fatty and the breath of the wind. Gripping the map tightly under the moonlight, Mo Han compared the terrain below. The detailed drawings on the map matched the curving ridges and twisted peaks below them.
"Good… we're on the right path."
Two days passed like that—Mo Han never slept. His eyes grew red, but his spirit didn't waver. He studied the land, the stars, and the sword manual by day, then guided the beast by night. His cultivation didn't pause. He infused his spirit into the blade, tracing the fourth form of the Sun-Piercing Sword Art – Fiery Halloween of a King in his mind again and again. This vеrsiоn is sоurсеd frоm МV3L3МРYR.
By the end of the second night, the Mountain Desert was behind them.
Below, a thin, clear river shimmered in moonlight, snaking across the land like a ribbon of silk.
"Let's stop here," Mo Han whispered to the eagle. The beast descended gracefully, flapping once before landing near a grove of wind-carved stones.
Jia Kai slowly woke up, stretching with a yawn. "Mmm… did we reach?"
Fatty rubbed his eyes, still drooling from sleep. "Smells like water…"
"We're out of the desert," Mo Han replied. "The eagle needs rest."
The Mountain Eagle lay beside a large boulder, panting lightly. Its breath formed clouds in the cold night air.
Mo Han moved quickly, gathering dry wood with spiritual Qi still within the bark. He pulled out his blade and with a single swipe, cleanly sliced a Wind Rabbit that was drinking by the river. In a few moments, he had meat roasting on a spit, seasoned with herbs and dry spices from his pouch.
The aroma spread through the area like wildfire.
Jia Kai's nose twitched. "That smell...! Are you seriously cooking like this… out here?"
Fatty stared wide-eyed. "This isn't a wild camp dish. This is royal inn-level cooking!"
Mo Han grinned while flipping the meat slowly. "I used to do this a lot in my previous world. Cooking… was survival there too."
They all sat close to the fire, the orange glow warming their faces.
As they ate, Fatty moaned with joy. "Divine! I'll worship you as the Kitchen Dao God from now!"