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Ye Yu's eyelids twitched slightly. He couldn't quite understand why this seemingly skilled individual appeared so mundane. Although the person across from him, Handlebar Mustache, was indeed cooking, the way he used Mental Power to manipulate multiple utensils and ingredients at once indicated that he had reached an exceptionally high level of mastery. Shouldn't someone like this be a professor?
"Teacher, could you explain how you manage to perform so many different actions simultaneously?" Ye Yu attempted to rephrase his question, realizing that directly asking someone how to divide Mental Power might come off as rude. Of course, he had blurted out his inner thoughts in a moment of impatience.
"Eight thousand!" Handlebar Mustache gestured with his hand to indicate "eight," seemingly trying to help Ye Yu understand his meaning.
"Alright!" Ye Yu felt a pang in his heart. Previously, when dining at Starry Sea Restaurant, five people hadn't spent this much on a meal. However, he was eager to improve his skills, and sometimes one had to invest heavily.
"Good, this dish is yours!" Seeing that his dish had sold, Handlebar Mustache smiled even more broadly. He then reached out to take Ye Yu's bank card and swiftly charged eight thousand dollars. In the end, Handlebar Mustache respectfully handed the bank card back to Ye Yu with both hands and gestured for him to come inside for the meal.
At that moment, Ye Yu heard the murmurs of onlookers nearby, and unfortunately, their comments were far from flattering.
"This guy must be a nouveau riche, spending eight thousand on a dish that costs eight dollars to make?" A tall, skinny boy stared at Ye Yu with his mouth agape, shock written all over his face.
Another boy with a short beard shook his head and said, "Only a fool would do something like this; even a nouveau riche wouldn't go that far."
"Yeah, this guy must have lost his mind..."
Although the chatter continued around him, Ye Yu could only swallow his pride. Holding the dish in hand, he tried to ask Handlebar Mustache more questions, but the man had crossed his legs again and seemed ready to continue cooking.
Feeling the strange gazes from those around him, Ye Yu's face flushed red and then pale. Nevertheless, he steeled himself and decided to eat first. Ye Yu had always had a hearty appetite; at that moment, he grabbed a soup bowl and filled it with rice before pouring the Vegetable Three Delicacies over it to make a rice mix.
The taste was excellent—at least better than what Jin Shan made—which was Ye Yu's immediate impression. After tasting it, he became even more eager to learn how to control multiple strands of Mental Power. He understood that Handlebar Mustache's ability to elevate such a simple dish was due to his precise control over every detail using Mental Power. With such mastery, how could the food not taste amazing?
"Hello, boss, one order of Vegetable Three Delicacies for 868 bucks is ready... By the way, I've thrown in an extra serving of rice for you!" Just as Ye Yu finished his meal, Handlebar Mustache's words nearly caused him to choke on his own saliva.
Ye Yu's face involuntarily twitched, but he reassured himself that this might be a test from Handlebar Mustache. Since the other party charged such a high fee, it must be to teach him how to divide his Psychic Power into multiple streams. Therefore, the extra money paid could naturally be considered tuition.
"Teacher, I'm done eating." Ye Yu respectfully bowed to Handlebar Mustache. He had read that treating masters with utmost respect was the best approach.
"Alright, welcome back next time—" Handlebar Mustache bent even lower, his attitude extremely humble as he made a gesture of farewell to Ye Yu. However, after that, he resumed manipulating his Psychic Power to cook and no longer paid any attention to Ye Yu.
If awkwardness could be exchanged for money, Ye Yu's current embarrassment could probably buy a hundred plates of Handlebar Mustache's Vegetable Three Delicacies, the kind worth eighty thousand.
With no other choice, Ye Yu could only leave dejectedly; his expression was clearly one of deep disappointment. Yet, after walking just a few steps, he suddenly brightened up and nodded before striding out of Jiupin Xuan with his head held high. He looked like a child who had just bought their favorite toy.
...
The early morning at Federation Homeworld was the darkest hour, and after darkness comes the light breaking through the clouds, illuminating the earth. At this moment, Ye Yu was filled with excitement; he believed he would soon pass through the darkness and welcome the radiant dawn.
Yesterday afternoon, just as Ye Yu was about to leave Jiupin Xuan, Handlebar Mustache had used Mental Power to convey a message to him: "Four o'clock in the morning, wait for me at the back mountain; don't miss it."
Ye Yu knew he had encountered a master, just as described in the books. He could have rested a bit, but he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night and arrived at the back mountain by three o'clock in the morning. Coincidentally, it was where he had previously practiced Mental Power and martial arts.
As four o'clock struck, Ye Yu's heart raced with anticipation. According to the book's description, he should soon embark on the path of mastery.
At ten past four, the night remained quiet—so quiet it felt like the statues on Capitol Hill. Ye Yu comforted himself that perhaps the other party was testing him.
At four fifteen… Ye Yu released his Mental Power to scan the surroundings. Within a one-kilometer radius, not even an ant was stirring; it was eerily quiet.
At four thirty-three… The air seemed to grow colder, and Ye Yu began to doubt whether he had misremembered the time; perhaps it was actually four in the afternoon.
At four fifty-two… Ye Yu started to realize that he might have been overly sentimental.
It turned out that everything in the book was a lie. The tale of transmitting power at midnight had been passed down for millennia, but it was indeed just a story, a fleeting illusion.
At five fifteen, Ye Yu felt the first ray of dawn breaking through the clouds, bringing light to the world.
“Ha—” Ye Yu exhaled deeply, gradually calming his mind. Although he was still a teenager under twenty, he had experienced life-and-death situations that had matured his mindset far beyond that of his peers. When he realized he had become the overly sentimental protagonist of a story—indeed, the only character—he felt neither anger nor disappointment. He quickly adjusted his emotions.
Ye Yu sat cross-legged, focusing his heart upward. At this moment, his mind had settled into a state as tranquil as an ancient well, devoid of ripples.
With the arrival of the first ray of dawn, an energy fluctuation subtly emanated from Ye Yu's body. However, this energy wave was limited, circulating only around him. In the next moment, it seemed as if Ye Yu suddenly remembered something; a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Simultaneously, what had once been a singular entity of Mental Power within him split into two streams. These two streams then wrapped around his arms from different directions. This was different from when he controlled shards of glass to attack; that involved using one stream of Mental Power to manipulate multiple objects toward a single target.
“Ugh—” A muffled groan escaped Ye Yu's lips as pain flickered across his face. The previously fluctuating Mental Power now began to dissipate.
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