Crispy-fried Daoist Soldier.

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A series of liking notifications broke through the Netherworld to the Mortal World.

Chen Xu, standing in the Mortal World, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

An unexpected delight, both comical and baffling.

The Daoist Soldier entered the oil cauldron, and it was indeed irresistibly fragrant.

Chen Xu's original intention was merely to earn more Ghost Coins to make transactions easier once inside the Ghost Market.

He had anticipated earning a lot of likes again in the Ghost Market, but the likes came so abruptly, it was unexpected.

However, on closer thought, the essence of a Daoist Soldier is a piece of culinary art. Crispy-fried Daoist Soldier could indeed drive a ghost wild with fragrance, couldn't it?

It makes perfect sense.

Not to mention, as the Daoist Soldier was fried in the Ghost Market's oil cauldron, not only did it emit a rich aroma, but its originally blurred facial features gradually became clear amidst the frying.

Especially the most important feature – the eyes.

A pair of fierce phoenix eyes revealed themselves faintly as the hot oil rolled.

Then there was the armor's scales on the Daoist Soldier. At first, Chen Xu had merely carved and painted them, but now, upon frying, those scales suddenly burst open.

The edges of the scales, gracefully arched, spread out intricately like the scales of a dragon or serpent, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The Tray Ghost's mouth hung open, drooling, completely captivated by the Daoist Soldier floating in the oil cauldron.

Meanwhile, the ghosts originally in the oil cauldron with the Daoist Soldier suddenly felt an immense heat surge.

The ghosts hurriedly jumped out of the cauldron, shouting as they jumped, "Ow, it's hot! We can't fry anymore, it's too much..."

Bang, bang, bang!

At some point, the ghosts had all jumped out of the cauldron, leaving only the Daoist Soldier remaining steadfast.

By now, the ghosts had no more doubts; it was undeniably the Daoist Soldier that crisply and fragrantly fried in the oil cauldron.

Speaking of which, the Daoist Soldier's characteristics are rather peculiar.

Since it was originally made from dough, it has a physical form, yet because it gained an invisibility talent upon being crafted, the Daoist Soldier appears almost ethereal.

At first glance, though the Daoist Soldier is Chen Xu's puppet, once in the Netherworld, it did harbor some Ghost Qi.

The ghosts did not doubt that it wasn't a ghost; instead, at this moment, they couldn't help but drool over it.

"Brother Ghost, you smell so good..."

"Can you be eaten? Do you sell the scales on your body?"

"That spear of yours, that hand... owww!"

But suddenly, the Daoist Soldier swept its gaze sternly, and the spear in the oil cauldron suddenly emitted a foot-long flame.

The red flame, tinged with a faint golden glow, sprang out over the oil cauldron, and as it was triggered by the hot oil, it steamed upward violently.

Suddenly, the flame scattered, transforming into a cloud of explosive fire.

Whoosh—

The hot blaze dispersed, and those ghosts knowledgeable about such things cried out in shock, "It's Karmic Fire!"

No one dared to gather around the Daoist Soldier again, expressing a desire to eat it.

The ghosts scattered, some stomping their feet and drooling, but quickly wiped their mouths and sheepishly avoided looking directly at the Daoist Soldier.

The short ghost couldn't help but put its hands on its hips, while the Tray Ghost laughed heartily, immensely pleased.

A quarter of an hour later, the Daoist Soldier leaped out of the oil cauldron.

Carrying the aroma of crispness, and with a sweep of its spear, a spark danced around it like a flying dragon.

"Ahhh!"

Some little ghosts shrieked and ran away.

The skinny old ghost, who previously bet with the Tray Ghost, wiped its own drool, hurriedly scrounged for money, and finally, with a heartache, gathered a thousand taels of Ghost Silver to pay the Tray Ghost in full.

"Alright, I've paid, now off you go, master," said the skinny old ghost with a crestfallen face.

"Of course I need to leave. Staying to gamble with you, the old ghost, again? Hmph, I'm afraid I'll get fried to death by you, the old ghost!"

The Tray Ghost laughed triumphantly once more, opening its cavernous mouth to swallow all the Ghost Silver into its bottomless belly.

After the Daoist Soldier left the oil cauldron, it opened a sack on its back.

With a fluttering sound, ingots of ash-white Ghost Silver rained down, clattering into the Daoist Soldier's open sack.

It held out in the oil cauldron for a full quarter of an hour, triumphantly claiming the top prize, and also earning the mysterious oil cauldron's prize of five hundred taels of silver.

The Oil Cauldron Ghost Market, unlike the Yellow Springs Ghost Market and Cangyuan Ghost Market, had its unique charm.

Afterward, the Tray Ghost led the Daoist Soldier proudly into the Ghost Market.

They entered amidst the liveliness and celebrate the same.

The other ghosts also entered the Ghost Market in succession. Before long, the news that the Daoist Soldier had fried in the oil cauldron for a quarter of an hour spread within the market.

Soon, the Daoist Soldier and the Tray Ghost became "famous ghosts" in the market, drawing glances wherever they went.

Most interesting of all, the fragrance on the Daoist Soldier hadn't yet dissipated.

Everywhere it went, it brought along waves of likes.

"So fragrant, how could it be this fragrant?"

"So fragrant, so fragrant..."

Some ghosts even said with a longing sigh, "It seems like the scent of the Mortal World. Since becoming a ghost, when have I ever smelled such fragrance?"

As they spoke, some even cried.

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Various amounts of likes, layer upon layer, like a dense rain pouring down, tapping on the notification page of the Food Cauldron Celestial Book.

Chen Xu couldn't keep up with it all for the moment.

He didn't even need to consider what to sell in the Ghost Market tonight—

Because as long as the Daoist Soldier's fragrance enticed the ghosts to give likes, his goal of collecting likes was already more than fulfilled.

Even if he brought out more delicacies to sell, the ghosts would find it hard to provide more likes in a short time.

Of course, if the ghost market had experts like the Yanling Ghost King, and the Daoist Soldier brought out delicacies for the Ghost King or treated the Ghost King to a meal, it might bring in more likes.

But sadly, the Oil Cauldron Ghost Market was a small market, and such experts were not present there.

In the end, the Daoist Soldier abandoned its original plan to sell delicacies, choosing instead to use the Ghost Coins it had acquired to purchase a dozen or so interesting Ghost Technique Qi Groups at the market stalls.

During this, the Tray Ghost very thoughtfully offered the thousand taels of Ghost Silver it had just won, intending to give it all to the Daoist Soldier.

Chen Xu, controlling the Daoist Soldier, did not take all of the Tray Ghost's Ghost Silver but took five hundred taels from it.

The Tray Ghost's victory at the gambling table naturally had the Daoist Soldier's contribution, but the principal amount of the Ghost Silver belonged to the Tray Ghost itself, so they split it evenly.

This moved the Tray Ghost to tears, as it expressed its loyalty once again.

"Master..."

With the moon at its zenith, just as the scent on the Daoist Soldier's body gradually faded, and the ghosts no longer shouted "so fragrant," instead casting various complex glances at the Daoist Soldier—

The Daoist Soldier suddenly grabbed the Tray Ghost, and the two stepped forward together.

The next moment, the Tray Ghost and the Daoist Soldier suddenly returned to the Mortal World.

The scene shifted abruptly, swift as a dream, surreal and fantastical.

The Tray Ghost, once again witnessing Chen Xu's ability to navigate the Netherworld passage, truly felt "moved to tears" once more.

The Daoist Soldier suddenly grabbed the Tray Ghost, and the two stepped forward together.

The next moment, the Tray Ghost and the Daoist Soldier suddenly returned to the Mortal World.

The scene shifted abruptly, swift as a dream, surreal and fantastical.

The Tray Ghost, once again witnessing Chen Xu's ability to navigate the Netherworld passage, truly felt "moved to tears" once more.

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