Chapter 275 [Noodles]

‘Founding Noodle Shop’ hung above the entrance to a store. A fragrant aroma wafted from that entrance, filling Tang Wulin’s nose and making his fingers twitch.

“Boss!”

A middle aged stared at Sergio who grinned happily and he cleared his throat.

"You came!"

"Yup these two are my friends they are gluttony and we will be eating your place away today!"

Founding Noodle Shop wasn’t very large at all, but its furniture and decorations were exquisite. They lent an air authenticity to the noodle shop. Ouranos may not have known much about architecture or furniture, but he could tell that this place emphasized the elegance of simplicity. Customers filled half of the shop, all eating quietly. Although the dishes the customers were enjoying appeared simple, the aroma coming from them told Ournaos otherwise.

The boss placed the bowls in front of the two of them, and they examined the food like ravenous beasts. The noodles were thin but wide, drenched in slightly sour-smelling meat sauce that sang to their souls. Then a wave of spiciness roiled from the peppers, mixing with the sour scent and making Ouranos, Chance, and Sergio go mad with desire. The three gluttons immediately began slurping up the noodles, and both could tell that they had been cooked to perfection, and not the slightest bit past. Each bite brought joy to their taste buds, wave after wave of noodles coated in fatty meat juices sliding down their throats.

Ouranos felt something mysterious running down his body he closed his eyes and he let out a groan as the spirtual energy flowed through his body and he found blood lusting out.

After eating ten bowls of noodles, Ouranos felt that his blood essence had become more lively than ever before. He felt as if he were about to soar into the sky at any moment. He could feel his entire body grow feverish, and he knew he needed to let off some steam.

Sergio paid for the food which is up to 60,000 contribution points. It was a sum that Ouranos found it impossible to imagine for just a meal, and his heart ached when he saw the receipt. All those points just for one meal! No wonder the boss personally received Sergio.

“I’m going to head back and exercise a bit. That meal was a bit too heavy for me,” Ouranos said with a wry smile.

“Okay. I gotta say though, I can’t believe your stomach surpassed mine yet again! Anyway I need to go!"

No longer able to suppress the energy within his body, Ouranos picked up the pace and was soon running back toward campus. Since the shop wasn’t very far away, it only took him a few minutes to arrive at the Academy’s gates.

The moment the soul ring left his body, his tense nerves began to relax, and he finally had room to breathe. His blood essence surged through his body like a roaring river, filling every inch of him with a comforting heat. However, this energy had to be released somehow.

He raised his hands and slowly moved them in a circle, guiding his blood essence along the pathway of Dragon Shocks the Heavens. Due to the excessive vigor of his blood essence, just this small gesture was enough to form a whirlpool of energy within himself. He had been practicing Dragon Shocks the Heavens for a little over ten days now. He hadn’t made much progress up to this point, however, and his blood essence could trace no more than fifty percent of the pathway. But today was different. His blood essence was more forceful than ever before, and it attacked the walls in his meridians with blazing rage. The flow of his blood essence reversed, the resistance within the whirlpool of energy gradually faded away, and then, all of a sudden, he broke through the fifty percent barrier!

A faint golden mist enveloped Ouranos’s body, and a draconic roar resounded from his blood essence. It pierced the night with unprecedented might, and he was now completely immersed in this mystical state. Golden scales appeared on his right arm and chest, and the soul ring activated Golden Dragon Body on its own, bathing him in a light far more radiant than before.

He began to tremble, his meridians convulsing, and the energy surging from him forced the air around him to become a swirling tempest. His hair whipped back in forth in the frenzy, his clothes burned to ash, and golden lines appeared all over his body, making him resemble a young dragon preparing to soar into the heavens. Even as his blood essence rampaged with him and fought to erupt skyward, he remained steady.

Although his clothes had been burned to ash, his blacksmith’s badge remained glued to his chest. A purple-white aura emanated from it, struggling to keep him calm.

Chapter end