For the first time, Qian Renxue felt that poverty had limited her imagination. As the cherished heiress of the Martial Soul Hall, she had never considered herself poor—until now.
She gazed at the palace before her, divided into an inner and outer courtyard. The outer courtyard featured a central pond, its water shimmering with wisps of spiritual energy, so clear it resembled a celestial lake. Beside the pond stood four jade dragon statues, carved so lifelike they seemed ready to spring to life. Each dragon's mouth was open, facing the sky, spewing streams of spiritual water into the pond below. The pond, a perfect circle, was vast, teeming with all sorts of fish.
Seeing Qian Renxue's awestruck expression as she stared at his fishing pond, Qin Feng said, "This is where I fish. The fish here are carefully bred, nourished by the Lake of Life's water. Their flavor is unmatched—you can't find anything like them outside. Want to try some?"
Qian Renxue nodded eagerly. Of course I do!
"Big Boss Tiger, this place is just too extravagant!" she exclaimed as they entered the palace. The wood used to build it was rare and precious—each beam worth a fortune. Unable to hold back, she spoke again.
"You'll need to get used to it," Qin Feng said with a faint smile, assuming the girl's awe stemmed from a deprived upbringing.
He walked to the pond's edge, black lightning crackling in his hand, forming a solid black harpoon. With a flick, the harpoon shot into the water, piercing a flatfish with a soft pop and pinning it to the pond's bottom. Qin Feng retrieved the harpoon, pulling the fish out. As he removed the fish, the lightning harpoon dissolved back into black sparks, dissipating into the air.
Qian Renxue watched, dumbfounded, thinking to herself: The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is so powerful, controlling lightning with such ease. And its lightning is black!
She had seen red, white, and blue lightning, but never black. In her knowledge, the lowest-grade lightning was white, followed by blue, then red, dark red, purple, and dark purple. Could this pure black lightning be some ultimate form?
She was partially correct. Qin Feng's attributes were all at their peak, and his black lightning was indeed an ultimate form—but not entirely. Its color stemmed from his unique journey. After transmigrating into the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and reaching 100,000 years through devouring, his brutal, bloodthirsty methods defied justice, triggering an unprecedented soul beast tribulation. Unlike others, this tribulation aimed to destroy him.
Facing such a calamity, Qin Feng unleashed every trick he had, using the tiger's devouring ability to its fullest. He absorbed part of the tribulation's lightning but found he couldn't digest it. In desperation, he fused the tribulation's energy into his lightning attribute. To his surprise, it worked. His lightning transformed, gaining the punitive power of the tribulation and turning pure black.
"Come on, don't just stand there!" Qin Feng called, noticing Qian Renxue's dazed stare.
Snapping out of it, she hurried to catch up.
Carrying a basket of wheat, a fish, and a cabbage, Qin Feng entered the kitchen. For Qian Renxue, a pampered heiress who had never set foot in such a mundane place, the kitchen was a realm of mystery.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she followed Qin Feng inside.
The kitchen didn't disappoint. It was equipped with soul-tool cabinets, a steel-forged chef's knife, and an array of finely crafted kitchen blades—all made by Qin Feng himself.
Soul-tool crafting didn't exist on the Douluo Continent. As a transmigrator, Qin Feng knew of the Sun Moon Continent across the sea, where soul tools were advanced. After becoming a 100,000-year soul beast, he crossed the ocean, devouring soul engineers to inherit their memories and master their crafting techniques.
His spatial attribute also came from that journey. While crossing the sea, hunger drove him to the Evil Demon Forest, where he devoured a soul beast with spatial abilities, inheriting its power.
Qian Renxue surveyed the kitchen, marveling at its modernity. It had soul-tool cabinets, a soul-tool refrigerator, a soul-tool microwave—everything imaginable and more.
Qin Feng processed the wheat, grinding it into fine flour with a machine. Cooking from raw ingredients was time-consuming, especially with everything made from scratch.
During the grinding, he glanced at Qian Renxue, who stood idly by. "Can you clean a fish?" he asked.
She looked at the fish and shook her head. She couldn't. Raised with every need catered to, she was more likely to be cleaned by a fish than to clean one herself.
Qin Feng didn't comment. "Surely you can wash vegetables?" he asked.
She shook her head again. Nope, she couldn't do that either. Her life had been one of luxury—meals served, clothes prepared.
Seeing her shake her head again, Qin Feng remained unfazed. "No problem if you can't wash vegetables. I'll teach you."
"I'll explain, you listen, and you learn. Take that basin, fill it with water from the tap over there. It's simple—just turn the knob."
Fearing the spoiled heiress might not even recognize a basin, Qin Feng pointed it out, along with the tap, and explained how to use it.
Qian Renxue grabbed the basin and filled it with water. Soon, she returned with a full bucket, setting it down and staring at Qin Feng with wide eyes.
By then, Qin Feng had finished grinding the flour. He glanced at her, set aside his work, and said patiently, "Watch closely. I'll show you how to wash."
With that, he began demonstrating.