The movent of the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ imdiately captured everyone’s attention.
"Huh?!"
A mont of shock and confusion.
At an unknown ti, "tentacles" glowing with colorful light crawled from the manor’s entrance and coiled around the base of the copper pot, like a large serpent, wrapping it several tis in an attempt to drag it backward.
Thus, the copper pot made a faint clanging sound as it collided with the ground.
The scene suddenly beca deathly silent.
"Tentacles?"
"Ugh, what the hell is this thing, so disgusting, and it’s dripping fluid..."
The mbers of the Recovery Association began to panic.
The black Duke furrowed his brow tightly and quickly glanced at the heads of the Gourt Society, only to see Catherine, Tiqie Ji, and Andrea, who had already appeared, looking equally surprised.
Even Sta, who was kneeling just a step away from the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’, gasping for breath, had a flustered expression.
"Who is it?"
Duke clenched his fist again at the air.
Crack!
The colorful tentacles attempting to drag the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ beca taut and seed to be "stuck" on the ground!
Duke breathed a sigh of relief, "Everything has gravity."
He murmured quietly, "In my gravitational field, all things are under my control."
As soon as his words fell.
Bang, bang, the tentacles, which had been taut like a snake, suddenly inflated like a sponge, expanding in an instant, and the surrounding colorful light beca even more dazzling.
The ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ was dragged once more.
This ti, Duke’s eyebrows knitted tightly together.
What is going on?
He took a few steps closer, examining the inflated tentacles, and when he grabbed them, his palms were instantly sticky with the fluid.
Even a Sage of the Recovery Association, with profound and unfathomable ntal cultivation, couldn’t help but twitch at the mouth, feeling a bit of disgust from the bottom of his heart. However, the vast vitality that surged endlessly upon contact made his scalp tingle.
"Who? Co out!"
Duke lowered his voice.
...
Outside the manor, Lei Aoxue, Sen Tian Makoto, and Tiqie Helinai, just a few ters away, watched the boy, whose head of flowing hair suddenly transford into a tentacle monster, feeling strange, yet for so reason, their cheeks were flushed.
Indeed.
Activating cellular force, each strand of hair lengthened and expanded, and under Xia Yu’s deliberate control, it secreted fluid, becoming slick and slippery.
Even within the black Duke’s ’gravitational field’, these colorful tentacles maintained their strong vitality, capable of dragging the copper pot.
The reason is simple; Xia Yu is, after all, a bona fide ’Food Tyrant Dragon Chef’.
The heads of the Gourt Society feared the black Duke for his absolute power.
But the wall of "absolute" strength, to Xia Yu, was simply a matter of physical distance, and there was no impenetrable air wall that couldn’t be broken.
"Alright!"
After infusing more strength into the tentacles to try and drag the kitchenware over, knowing that he had been exposed and the black Duke would inevitably turn more attention his way, Xia Yu wisely retracted the "tentacles."
He calmly walked into the manor.
Now, the atmosphere in the burning Guzman Manor grew more oppressive and deathly silent.
"Him?"
The mbers of the Gourt Society looked at each other in shock.
Tiqie Ji’s pupils contracted tightly, watching Xia Yu’s head adorned with colorful "tentacles" dancing around like dusa’s snake hair, his eyebrows twitching, with a flash of surprise and an indescribable smile in his eyes.
Ha!
If it were a private setting, Tiqie Ji would surely laugh covering his face.
The activated state of ’tentacle’ cells on the head is even filthier than his Qilin arm and demon right hand.
For once, Tiqie Ji silently criticized.
The Recovery Association mbers were in chaos!
Thanks to the dazzling effect of the "tentacles," the young face beneath the ssy hair stood out as clearly as the moon in the night.
The black Duke’s face suddenly stiffened; looking at the astonishingly young face, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity.
He could only say the "hairstyle" had altered the appearance too much.
To the point where the famous Young Dragon Chef wasn’t imdiately recognized by Duke.
A "pfft" laughter.
It was Andrea covering her mouth, her taut nerves collapsing instantly, laughing and pointing, "Hey, Xia Yu the Great Demon King, your Food Tyrant state is quite entertaining and quite... cute!"
Xia Yu glanced at her indifferently, "As long as it’s useful."
Andrea’s thoughts imdiately turned dirty, looking amusedly at the clusters of light tentacles atop his head that could extend and thicken, she chuckled softly, "Yes, yes, quite practical indeed!"
Tiqie Ji suddenly clapped his hands, signaling so form of attack, "Everyone, co out now."
Thus, the other three heads of the Gourt Society appeared.
The ’Illusion’ Bas.
The ’Professor of Heavenly Eye’ Desani.
And a newly promoted face replacing Lei Zhe, a new giant.
Xia Yu paid no mind to the situation, entering the venue of his own accord, approaching the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ and bending down to pick up the copper pot.
The black Duke stared fixedly at him for a while, suddenly focusing his gaze, "You’re Xia Yu?"
"That’s ."
Duke watched him hold the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ in his arms, his brow montarily furrowing and then relaxing, clearly contemplating many things in those few seconds. He finally sighed and said, "Take the kitchenware with you."
Xia Yu was taken aback, "Are you sure?"
The black Duke chuckled, "For our Recovery Association, destroying it or giving it as a grand gift back to the Chinese Realm makes this mission complete and perfect."
Xia Yu barely perceptibly curled his lips.
It sounds good.
In this world, there’s no such thing as a pie falling from the sky. If he hadn’t shown his ’Food Tyrant Dragon Chef’ strength, intimidating Duke, and with the heads of the Gourt Society watching eagerly from all around, Duke would undoubtedly have aid to destroy the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact.’
Now, it’s rely taking advantage of the opportunity, claiming to present the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ as a grand gift to return it to the Chinese Realm, selling a big favor without losing face.
When was the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ ever his to give? Borrowing flowers to present to the Buddha?
Ha.
What a shrewd deal!
Xia Yu couldn’t help but take a few more glances at the black Duke, thinking, "This guy’s a wise man."
However, Xia Yu remained silent, not directly refusing aloud.
Duke withdrew the ’gravity.’
Sta crawled back up, extrely disgruntled, taking one last look at the treasure in Xia Yu’s arms before turning away to return to the Gourt Society’s ranks.
Except for Lin Qingfeng, the seven heads of the Gourt Society present had complex expressions.
Xia Yu and Duke ford a subtle alliance.
One tough nut to crack was hard enough, and now there’s a slippery tentacle monster added to the mix.
All seven heads wore grim expressions.
"This is mine!"
The Guzman heir wasn’t dead. Seeing the situation stabilize, he imdiately stepped in, vehently protesting against Xia Yu.
"Yours?" Xia Yu smirked.
The Guzman heir said solemnly, "This is a collection of the Guzman Family, purchased decades ago by my father for a significant price from a certain chef. There are docunts proving the transaction of the kitchenware!"
Xia Yu’s smile slightly faded.
If it were a formal acquisition, it would be difficult to "seize" it back. Just like antiques, if they flow from the hands of peddlers through a legitimate auction house to a private collector, it becos challenging to recover them under normal circumstances.
Of course, since he ca with integrity intending to simultaneously wash away the national sha of the divine artifact falling overseas, "seizing" would undoubtedly be regarded as a brutish act. This would be no different from the historical aggression of the Eight-Nation Alliance at Yuanming Garden. There’s no need for barbarians to ridicule each other.
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