Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Zhinai closed her eyes, waiting for her fate to unfold.

And then—

Crunch.

A crisp sound.

It was all too familiar, like the crunch of a potato chip being bitten into.

Zhinai was stunned.

When she opened her eyes, Jason had already picked up another potato chip and popped it into his mouth.

"Tomato flavor?"

"Not bad."

Jason said this casually, grabbing a bottle of soda. He twisted it open and gulped it down.

Next, he ripped open a bag of shrimp chips.

They were slightly different from the shrimp chips he remembered.

The shrimp flavor wasn't strong enough.

But still, they were pretty crunchy.

Zhinai stared, dumbfounded, at Jason sitting cross-legged in front of her, snacking and drinking as if nothing were amiss.

Her brain froze.

It wasn't just Zhinai—Hanakaiin Haru, Hanakaiin Itsuki, Hanakaiin Ra, Tsuchimikado Motoharu, Xiaolu Youfeng, and Hui Lijing were all equally stunned.

What was Jason thinking?

The correct answer had already surfaced in everyone's minds.

But none of them dared to believe it.

Even if Jason was a notorious foodie, he wouldn't risk something so dangerous, right?

Hui Lijing and Hanakaiin Haru, who knew Jason well, had anxious glints in their eyes.

The Hanakaiin Court was clearly full of peril—waiting outside was the safest choice. To enter now... it was undeniably reckless!

Zhinai, however, was taken aback.

"You… you agree?"

She stammered.

"Pretty tasty."

"Remember to bring more next time."

Jason didn't even glance at Zhinai. Instead, he directed his words at Ah Guang.

"Got it."

Ah Guang nodded vigorously.

"Great."

Jason stood up and, without hesitation, started walking forward.

"Thank you!"

"I'm truly grateful!"

Zhinai shouted loudly.

"Jason?!"

The rest of them exclaimed in surprise.

"No thanks needed."

"I just want to go in and take a look myself."

"There's something in there I care about."

Jason looked at Zhinai and spoke with utmost seriousness.

This wasn't an excuse—it was the genuine reason.

The alluring aroma drifting from within the Hanakaiin Court was irresistible. Even without Zhinai or Ah Guang's pleading, he would still have ventured inside.

And with Zhinai and Ah Guang involved?

Soda + potato chips + shrimp chips—it was downright delicious.

Although lacking in nutrition, it brought indescribable satisfaction!

Jason smirked as he glanced at Hui Lijing, Hu Qiandai, and the Hanakaiin family entourage.

"Don't worry."

"I'll be fine."

"Just wait for me to return."

With these words, Jason continued striding forward without stopping.

The darkness quickly swallowed Jason's silhouette.

"Tsk, suddenly I feel like sneaking into the main house to take a look," Hanakaiin Itsuki muttered.

"I've always been watched by a bunch of people, never free to wander around."

"This might be a good chance to give it a go!"

Hanakaiin Itsuki pulled up his hood and followed ahead.

"Exactly."

"We really should take a look."

Hanakaiin Haru walked forward, now side by side with Hanakaiin Itsuki.

Hanakaiin Itsuki raised an eyebrow but ultimately said nothing.

"Even though I'm still quite weak, I know I shouldn't go in. But if I don't, I'll probably lose respect for myself," Hui Lijing murmured, checking her ammunition before stepping forward.

"Wait for me," Hu Qiandai said warmly, with a gentle smile, and followed suit.

Xiaolu Youfeng stared in the direction where Jason had vanished. The young Onmyoji said nothing and just walked inside.

"Oh dear."

"This sudden burst of curiosity."

"What should I do?"

"Of course, satisfy it!"

Tsuchimikado Motoharu muttered to himself and walked in as well.

In an instant, only Hanakaiin Tōru, Hanakaiin Ra, the subsidiary families, Zhinai, and Ah Guang remained at the scene.

Hanakaiin Ra widened his eyes and scratched his head.

Should I follow them too?

If I just stand here, doesn't that make me look like a coward?

Meanwhile, Zhinai and Ah Guang were overwhelmed with emotion.

Especially Zhinai.

Soda, potato chips, shrimp chips—how could those possibly matter to a 'Sword Saint'?

He must have already planned to enter and eliminate the dangers!

Even without my plea, Jason would've gone in!

Forget 'gathering a crowd'!

Forget 'hidden motives'!

Those were just my narrow-minded assumptions!

The 'Sword Saint' is noble and selfless!

He is the true embodiment of a 'Swordsman'!

With this realization, Zhinai remained in a kneeling position but straightened her back, her bell-like voice ringing out—

"May your martial spirit prosper!"