Because that scythe's performance back then had outright suppressed both Wukong and Vegeta.
Of course—
For Wukong, who now truly understood the meaning and existence of qi, shaping qi into form wasn't difficult at all.
It was just… extremely energy-consuming and physically tiring. Using it in battle would require some adaptation; otherwise, if the form disintegrated at a critical moment, that would be embarrassing.
"So the problem now is…"
"What shape am I supposed to make?"Wukong was completely stuck on this.
The shape mattered a lot. For his first attempt at forming qi into shape… make a frying pan?
Eh, that didn't seem right either.
But a frying pan wasn't actually bad—You can cut with it, smash with it, block attacks with it…And hey, you could even cook with it.
"Hmm, forget it…"
After wavering back and forth, Wukong decided not to do anything so shameful.
Too easy to get judged. He wasn't like those other isekai protagonists with titanium-alloy faces.
Wukong actually cared about his image. Face thickness? How could that apply to Wukong?
He focused his qi into his right hand.
Just like when he taught Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong the Wu Kong Shu, he calmed down completely, slowly guiding his qi out of his body, then letting the momentum build.
He strengthened the qi outside his body bit by bit, increasing its density, changing its shape—
Slowly…
A sword-handle-like grip appeared in Wukong's hand—a translucent blue, not solid, with faint blue particles drifting around it. Probably remnants of qi cycling, or traces of leakage.
"Just a little more…"Wukong wiped sweat from his forehead.
First time forming qi into shape—he wasn't used to it at all. This thing was both brute force and craftsmanship.
Honestly, a female Saiyan would probably be way better at this—there were too many damn details.
The handle continued forming… becoming rounder… and rounder…
And rounder.
Until it finally became—
A frying pan.
Yes.A frying pan.
"Finally done! From today onward, your name is—Kamehameha Pan!"
Satisfied with the name, Wukong swung it a few times. Smooth as butter. Honestly, even better than the Ruyi Jingu Bang.
"This name is bold and majestic!"Wukong was very pleased. It could cook food and cook enemies.
Kamehameha Pan—You deserve to own one.
What?What if people laugh at him?
Please. Everything he said earlier about image was just improvised nonsense. Everyone knows how thick Wukong's face is. It's just a pan—big deal.
We carry on the sacred tradition of all transmigrators—Face? What face?
"Aiyoo~"Wukong twisted his waist, loosening his muscles.
Crack-crack-crack—his whole body felt liberated.
"Ah… I'm getting old…"
Wukong headed toward the two girls cultivating by the lake, admiring his transparent blue frying pan along the way.
It really was… pleasing to the eyes.
In the distance, Ning Rongrong sat with full focus, staring at the faint light screen that appeared whenever she successfully condensed a sphere. As long as she formed a ball, she succeeded.
Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, was steadily familiarizing herself with qi.She seemed close to touching the Qi Gong Dan mode.If she could shoot Qi Gong Dan, her strength would definitely skyrocket.
Once both girls could use the burst-qi mode, Wukong could fuse that technique onto them.
Imagine Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong using fusion technique together…
Would the result be a dual martial soul?
A Youming Lingmao + Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda fusion?
No way, right?That would be too weak.If their martial souls actually merged into one, now THAT would be insane—a martial soul with percent-based self-buff capabilities.
And if the buff included fusion effects?Broken. Completely broken.
Thinking of this, Wukong even wondered what fusion with Ning Rongrong would look like. Probably something like Xie Yue + Hu Liena's Yaomei fusion.
Not male. Not female.
Just… cursed.
So Wukong sat beside the two who were cultivating, occasionally running into the forest to grab soul beast meat.
Zongyin Wild Bull—a common bull-type soul beast in the forest. They normally needed ten years to count as true soul beasts. Anything below ten years wasn't even considered a soul beast—just an animal.
And there were tons of them. Most were under ten years. Wukong even had to be careful not to squeeze them to death when grabbing them—their size and strength really didn't match.
After catching the bulls, Wukong went to a nearby town to buy seasonings.
To his shock, this world actually had cumin.Well, Douluo Continent had existed for thousands of years—of course they'd invent seasonings.
With ingredients, spices, and even a ready-made pan…
If he didn't show off his cooking skills he'd be letting down the universe.
After all—he's a craftsman…
He snapped two bamboo sticks from the forest—instant chopsticks.
Honestly, wilderness survival had its charm.
When he returned, it was already evening. The girls were still cultivating by the lake.
"You two…"Wukong spoke suddenly, waking both from their meditative state.
"Is something wrong?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly.
"Are you hungry?"Wukong lifted the ingredients in his hand, smiling.
"Yessss! Finally we can eat! But… can you even cook?" Ning Rongrong jumped up instantly.
She'd been cultivating almost the whole day without rest, obsessively trying to draw qi out of her body.
Hearing "food" was like hearing heaven open.
But looking at Wukong… did he even know how to cook?
Zhu Zhuqing stayed silent, but her eyes said everything.She was very hopeful.
Back in Star Luo's Hunting Forest, for those months, Wukong cooked every day.
The food was divine.Even if the presentation wasn't on the level of the Zhu family chefs, the flavor was absolutely superior.
She even gained weight back then because the food was too good.
"Don't worry—back in Lihua Village, I was one of the top chefs!" Wukong boasted proudly.
"Even some restaurants in Nuoding City invited me to cook for them. My skills are first-class!"
Half of that was nonsense.He used to steal food from kids in Lihua Village. Chef? Please.
His cooking skills were completely self-taught in his previous life.
"Oh? Then I'll be expecting something great!" Ning Rongrong licked her lips, already starving.
"My ingredients are limited, but I bought spices and rice. Enough for a few days."
"As for the rice—I'll steam it using qi directly."Truly, qi was万能.Thank you, Dragon Ball.
"So how about beef-and-potato rice?" Wukong asked.
"Yes yes yes! Hurry! This lady is starving!" Ning Rongrong hugged her flat stomach dramatically.
"I… I'm hungry too…" Zhu Zhuqing whispered.
"Alright. Wait here."
He set everything on a large flat stone.A burst of qi flame scorched it clean.A splash of water—shiny and spotless.Qi scanning—clean enough to eat off.
Wukong washed the beef, blanched it in qi-heated water, dried it, chopped it.
He conjured the Kamehameha Pan, placed it over qi flame, heated it, added peanut oil, green onion, ginger—fragrance exploded instantly.
He stir-fried the beef, added star anise, soy sauce, salt, flipped it repeatedly.
Then added water, covered it, simmered twenty minutes.
Added potatoes, simmered another twenty, topped with cilantro.
"Whew—finally done."Wukong wiped sweat as he poured the stew out.
Just as the qi-steamed rice finished.
He spooned the beef and potatoes onto the rice—perfect presentation.
After plating three bowls, he set out the chopsticks.
"Alright, food's ready!"
The girls rushed over—instantly swallowed by waves of fragrance.
Ning Rongrong's drool dripped down—goodbye elegance.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes misted—she hadn't tasted Wukong's cooking in years.
Compared to what she'd eaten these past two years…This was heaven.
"Kong-ge… you really are an All-Round King…"Ning Rongrong was utterly convinced.
What words could describe him?
Handsome. Strong. And he cooks.
If she were strong enough, she'd honestly knock him out and drag him back to Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.
"I… I can't hold it anymore…"Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled.It smelled too good to endure.
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