Part 1: Legends of the Tofu Cult
The arena once again shifted.
This time, the scent of soy filled the air. Not the good kind. The suspicious, slightly funky kind.
A gong rang out.
"Next match: The Devouring Tofu Clan versus the Soup Sect!"
From the north gate, a group of white-robed cultivators strutted in. Their robes were soft, silky, and disturbingly tofu-textured.
Their leader? A square-headed man with a jiggly aura. Literally. His spirit tofu body wobbled with every step.
"I am Doufu Zhen, Grand Elder of the Silken Cultivation Arts," he declared, voice smooth but firm like aged tofu. "You insulted our fermented broth with your… flavorful nonsense. Prepare to be blandified."
Wei Yun scoffed. "Bland? Brother, your aura screams expired leftovers."
Tang Zhi coughed. "I just… I just inhaled tofu spores."
System chimed in:
> [Warning: The Tofu Sect uses "Soy Suppression Techniques." All taste-based attacks reduced by 40%. Recommend aggressive seasoning.]
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Part 2: Silken Techniques and Slippery Slaps
The match began with an opening technique:
"Silken Tofu Palm – First Form: Slip and Trip!"
A wave of slippery tofu qi spread across the battlefield. Tang Zhi immediately slid fifty meters across the stage.
Mu Yao tried to charge, only to step on an invisible tofu slab and spin into a handstand.
Crutchy yelled from the sidelines, "It's spiritual sabotage via texture!"
Pan-Pan was unaffected.
He just stood still, licking a soup ladle.
Wei Yun activated Soup Sect Technique: Broth Anchor Footwork, which created spiritual noodles that stuck him to the floor.
"We're not slipping today."
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Part 3: Steamed Strategy and Spicy Counters
Doufu Zhen smirked. "Let me show you our ultimate cultivation: Fermentation of the Ancients!"
Massive tofu blocks rose from the ground. Each carried aged inscriptions and a pungent odor that threatened spiritual stability.
System screamed:
> [Mental Fortitude Check: Failed.]
[Tang Zhi is now suffering from "Tofu Trauma."]
Wei Yun took a deep breath.
"Alright. Time to cook."
He pulled out his spiritual cooking pot and tossed in chili peppers, ghost onions, and a dash of divine vinegar.
Pan-Pan chanted: "Boil the bland, steam the spoiled!"
Soup Sect Secret Technique: Scalding Spicy Justice – Infernal Hotpot Formation!
A glowing red array spread beneath the tofu constructs. They began sweating. Literally. The tofu started to cook.
Mu Yao recovered mid-flip and landed a flaming kick.
Spicy Fist of the Firepot – Crunchy Edition!
Doufu Zhen's eyebrows singed.
"You fools! You're… you're seasoning my legacy!"
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Part 4: Tofu Titan Unleashed
Cornered, the Tofu Sect activated their ultimate card:
Summon: Ancient Tofu Titan – Bean Behemoth Form!
A massive tofu giant emerged, wielding chopsticks as swords. It roared like a thunderstorm made of wet slaps.
Pan-Pan looked up. "That… is the ugliest protein I've ever seen."
Xu Liang whispered, "It's sentient… It's jiggling menacingly…"
Wei Yun remained calm.
He held out a soup bowl. A dark broth formed within, filled with floating spiritual meatballs and peppercorns that glowed ominously.
Forbidden Soup Technique: Eternal Simmering Chaos Pot!
The tofu titan swung.
Wei Yun dodged and hurled the soup forward.
The broth sang.
"Slurp me if you dare~"
It hit the titan. Steam erupted.
Seconds later, the titan melted.
Melted.
Into a beautifully flavored stew.
The audience was dead silent.
System pinged:
> [Achievement unlocked: "You Souped a Titan."]
[New Recipe Obtained: Heavenly Tofu Broth of Ancestral Shame.]
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Part 5: A Duel of Philosophies
Wei Yun and Doufu Zhen stood face to face.
Zhen raised his tofu aura.
"You… defile tofu with seasoning. You are a heretic!"
Wei Yun chuckled.
"You know what tofu is without flavor?"
He paused dramatically.
"A blank canvas. And I? I am the damn artist."
He slapped Doufu Zhen with a ladle of soy-chili fusion broth.
Zhen fell to his knees.
"…It's delicious," he whispered.
System chimed:
> [You've converted an enemy elder into a Soup Seeker.]
[Reputation in the Tofu World: +400 (currently "Suspicious but Hungry").]
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Part 6: Next Challenge Teased
As the Soup Sect basked in victory, another figure approached the arena.
A child.
Barefoot. Hair wild. Eyes gleaming with madness.
He pointed at Wei Yun.
"You steamed my tofu dragon. Now… you face the Congee Cult."
System gasped.
> [Alert! The next opponent is a heretical offshoot of rice cultivators. Known techniques include "Sticky Domain" and "Soggy Step of Slowness."]
Pan-Pan looked horrified.
Tang Zhi sobbed.
"No… not the porridge people…"
Wei Yun's eyes gleamed.
"Let's boil their arrogance."
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End of Chapter 13.