Liu Wanshi was the champion of the culinary competition. By right, the competition should have ended by now, but the martial artists watching the competition did not leave.
Because there was still one more segment, the final stage. The contestants' dishes would be auctioned publicly, and the highest bidder would get to taste it.
That's right.
Just one bite!
The ten judges had given such a high evaluation to the braised lion's head. Many martial artists must be itching to try it.
The Ouyang family's nine dishes had all scored 0 points. Even if they had to pay, they would not try it.
Sect Leader Jun, who had planned to leave with Liu Wanshi, heard Ou Yangjun say that there was still such a segment, so he stood there and waited with interest.
Not long later.
The Shen family's elder walked up the stage again and said loudly, "I believe everyone can't wait. Now, the herb picking segment of the final stage will be officially auctioned. The starting price is ten thousand taels!"
Ten thousand taels?
Jun Changxiao said in surprise, "Who would have the money to burn and spend one spirit stone to eat a dish?"
Poverty limited Sect Leader Jun's imagination.
When the auction started, many martial artists from the big families rushed to bid. In a short time, the price rose from ten thousand to one hundred thousand taels!
"…"
Sect Leader Jun's mouth twitched.
One hundred thousand taels to eat a dish. The rich people in Monarch City were really showy!
Under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to spend one hundred thousand taels to eat a dish. However, Liu Wanshi was a contestant who got full marks in all three rounds.
The ten judges were all experts in food. With such a high evaluation, the food was definitely delicious. It was definitely worth it to spend a lot of money to eat it!
The first martial artist got the right to taste the braised lion's head with one hundred thousand taels.
He took a small spoon and took a bite. He stood there, and his soul seemed to have flown out of the nine heavens!
"Oh my god!"
After a while, that martial artist shouted, "It's really too delicious!"
Isn't this too exaggerated?
No, no!
I must win the next auction and see what's so special about the champion dish!
As a result, the wealthy Armament Cultivators continued to outbid each other.
In the end, the braised lion's head was tasted by more than ten people, and they got two million taels in total.
"…"
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
Dudu's dishes were so popular that they could open a restaurant.
He was more than welcome.
None of the martial cultivators who had eaten it were not shocked by the heavens. None of them were not left with a rich aftertaste. Furthermore, they believed that if they were able to spend money to eat a mouthful of it, it was really — super worth it!
The organizers saw that Liu Wanshi's dishes were so valuable, so they took out the previous home-cooked dishes and sweet and sour carp to auction again.
The first two dishes were already cold, so the texture and taste were definitely not as good as before. But many cultivators were still bidding tirelessly, all for the sake of tasting the food cooked by the champion!
…
"Sect Master Jun."
The Shen family elder handed over the spatial ring and said, "According to the rules of the cooking competition, the dishes cooked by the champion will be auctioned off, and the profit will be split fifty-fifty with the organizer. This is the three million taels that your disciple deserves."
That was to say.
Liu Wanshi's three dishes were sold for a total of six million taels.
Even the home-cooked dishes that she often cooked in the sect were sold for a million taels.
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched and he said, "Du-du cooks in the sect every day. According to this price, wouldn't I and my disciples eat billions of yuan?"
No, no.
Opening a restaurant had to be considered as a serious matter!
Liu Wanshi won the cooking competition and got full marks in all three rounds. The three dishes were sold for a sky-high price, and the news spread in the imperial city in a short time.
Without a doubt.
This eleven or twelve-year-old girl would definitely leave a heavy mark in the history of Southwest Yangzhou.
The Ouyang family that had been cooking for generations had unfortunately become a foil. The nine direct descendants got zero points and would become the laughingstock of others.
First, they were smashed and then defeated in the field that they were good at.
The Ouyang Clan had completely taken a tumble.
…
The next day.
The cultivators in the city were still discussing the cooking competition.
Sect Master Jun left the imperial city with Liu Wanshi and Ouyang Jun at dawn.
They had spent half a month participating in the competition, so it was time to return to the sect.
"Sect Master."
Liu Wanshi didn't understand. "Didn't you say that you were going to recruit disciples in the academy? You didn't even get one and you are leaving?"
Jun Changxiao said, "Don't force things. Everything depends on fate."
"Oh."
Liu Wanshi understood.
The three of them walked along the street and out of the city gate.
On the way, many cultivators looked at them with respect.
This sect master that came from a small ninth-grade county had done things that they admired in just a few days in the imperial city.
"Teacher Jun!"
Just at this moment, a shout came from behind as Huo Ling quickly caught up.
Jun Changxiao stopped and said, "You don't have lessons today?"
Huff huff!
Huo Ling stopped and put his hands on his knees. He bent over and gasped for breath. "Teacher … Teacher Jun, I … I want to join the Iron Bone Clan!"
The surrounding Martial Cultivators' eyes were filled with astonishment.
This was the direct descendant of the Huo family, one of the eight great families in the imperial city. In terms of strength, he wasn't weaker than a fourth-rate sect. They didn't expect him to take the initiative to join a sect!
"Why do you want to join?" Jun Changxiao asked.
Huo Ling gradually calmed his breathing and said loudly, "Following Teacher Jun, I can learn real skills!"
"And?"
"Following Teacher Jun, I can become a strong person!"
"And?"
"Following Teacher Jun … I can eat good food!"
"Pfft."
Liu Wanshi covered her mouth and laughed.
Jun Changxiao said seriously, "It's not impossible to join Iron Bone, but no matter how noble your identity is, as long as you join the sect, you will be a normal disciple."
"Understood!" Huo Ling shouted.
He had the idea of joining Iron Bone yesterday and even went back to his family to discuss it with his father. He insisted on his opinion and wanted to join no matter what, even if he was a disciple who did odd jobs!
"You are now a student of the academy."
"Teacher Jun, I have already applied to graduate early from the dean!"
There was such a thing?
Jun Changxiao said, "Since that's the case, follow me back to Iron Bone."
"Yes!"
Huo Ling hurriedly cupped his hands at Liu Wanshi and said, "Little Senior Sister, please accept Junior Brother's bow."
This brat really knew how to flatter!
"Teacher Jun!"
Another shout came from the city gate. The students of Gathering Heroes Hall all ran over and shouted, "We also want to join Iron Bone!"
Chu Xiunan was among them!
At first, he refused, but yesterday, he was called home by his father and threatened with a whip, saying, "My son, you must join Iron Bone."
The talented direct descendants of the big families in the royal city all shouted that they wanted to join Iron Bone, making the passersby dumbfounded.
"Why should we join?"
"If we follow Teacher Jun, we can become outstanding!"
The students of Gathering Heroes Hall shouted in unison.
"Since that's the case."
Jun Changxiao said, "Hurry up and line up!"
Shua! Shua!
Thirty-nine students of Gathering Heroes Hall lined up.
Jun Changxiao looked at the royal city and smiled, saying, "Dean Situ, I will take your students away."
Situ Haoyun, who was in the academy, shook his head helplessly.
He let him be an honorary teacher to teach the students, but after teaching for a few days, he abducted all the students.
"Patriarchs of the big families!"
Jun Changxiao said again, "I will take your direct descendants back to the sect for training. If they can't become outstanding in the future, they can come to the sect to settle accounts with Jun at any time!"
"Sect Leader Jun."
A deep voice came from the city, "My son is arrogant, and I will have to trouble you in the future."
"It's Patriarch Chu!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.
"Farewell!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and returned to Iron Bone with the direct descendants of the big families in the Heavenly Mandate Royal City.
Although the patriarchs of the big families didn't come to see them off, they also released their spiritual senses and watched their direct descendants gradually disappear. They said to themselves, "I hope this decision is right."
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