Bu Fang continued to cut the tofu.
However, because he had paused for a moment, he readied his emotions and swung the knife again.
The number of cuts, which had stagnated, began to change again and kept jumping.
Five thousand, five thousand, six thousand …
By now, it had basically stabilized at the pace of five hundred cuts per cut.
Moreover, as time passed and he became more and more familiar with the knife technique, the number of cuts he made with each cut was actually slowly increasing.
From five hundred slashes, to six hundred slashes, and then to one thousand slashes.
It was very fast!
The crowd's breathing became rapid as Bu Fang's knife technique increased.
His divine sense was following Bu Fang's knife technique, trying to simulate the knife technique Bu Fang was using.
However, as he did so, some people felt their divine sense being torn apart, and then they grunted as blood flowed from their mouths and noses.
This caused everyone to be incomparably shocked.
They dared not to continue the deduction.
They could only look at Bu Fang in horror.
They were all Demigods, but why could Bu Fang's divine sense withstand this level of deduction?!
Geniuses could not be measured by common sense.
Just by comparing them, they could guess how strong Bu Fang's divine sense was!
At least, he was not weaker than some of the top Demigods in the divine dynasty.
Perhaps he was a little weaker than the crown prince.
But compared to the young masters of the royal mansions and the heirs of aristocratic families, he was probably not weaker.
Luo Sanniang returned.
Swaying her waist, she brought a gust of fragrant wind with her.
She stroked her soft palm with an indifferent face.
After returning, she leaned against the railing and stared at Bu Fang, or rather, at the number of cuts displayed on the array.
She did not know any knife technique, but she knew the changes in the number of cuts, which meant that Bu Fang was one step closer to success.
"It's already ten thousand!"
The people around her gasped in disbelief.
"How long did it take?!"
Luo Sanniang asked anxiously, looking at a Divine Chef next to her.
The Divine Chef had been counting the time. When he saw that it was Luo Sanniang who asked the question, he quickly answered, "It took about a quarter of an hour! The second task is likely to be completed! "
The task was likely to be completed!
Luo Sanniang's eyes lit up.
She pursed her red lips and stared at Bu Fang excitedly.
Bu Fang didn't stop moving. He waved the kitchen knife, and the knife light flickered.
The tofu was trembling, but not a single piece of tofu dregs flew out.
Steady, unhurried …
"Look! It's eleven thousand! "
"Thirteen thousand!"
"Fifteen thousand!"
…
The surrounding Divine Chefs looked at the changing numbers with shock in their eyes.
At this moment, Bu Fang's one slash was basically stable at around 2,000 slashes.
This was the limit that Bu Fang's Spiritual Consciousness could bear.
If he wanted to break through again, Bu Fang's Divine Sense would not be able to bear it.
The Kitchen Knife of Affliction was monstrous, but if Bu Fang wanted to reach its peak, which was to make nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts at the same time, it would be very difficult.
Unless Bu Fang broke through to the God Realm.
Then, Bu Fang's Divine Sense would have to break through again.
Master Cheng walked in, but this time, he didn't dare to yell.
His face was gloomy as he stared at Bu Fang in the arena.
The young man who had broken his record.
What was more unbearable was …
That young man was the one who had beaten him up!
"It's him!"
Anger surged in Master Cheng's heart. As he watched the numbers on the array keep jumping, the jealousy in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.
Once Bu Fang completed the second task, Bu Fang would replace him as the Divine Chef Temple's true focus of training.
All the resources of the Divine Chef Temple would be poured madly toward Bu Fang.
All the things that belonged to him would be replaced by Bu Fang.
For him, this was impossible!
However …
Master Cheng's eyes flickered slightly. He was not in a hurry to make a move.
He could complete the second task now.
So, he was not in a hurry.
Bu Fang was still a long way from succeeding. If Bu Fang failed, he would step in and complete the second task.
Perhaps … he could get more resources from the Divine Chef Temple!
Master Cheng's eyes flashed as he stared at Bu Fang.
She glanced at him as if she was trying to guess what the old man was thinking.
She did not have a good impression of Master Cheng. The old man, who took advantage of his seniority, had squandered countless resources in the Divine Chef Temple.
He had even used a lot of source treasures.
If Bu Fang could replace this old man and become the Divine Chef Temple's distinguished guest, it would be great.
At least, facing a cute young man was much more comfortable than facing an old man!
So now, she only hoped that Bu Fang would not let her down!
"Eighteen thousand!"
A Divine Chef let out a low growl, terrified!
Nineteen thousand!
Nineteen thousand!
Only nine more cuts were left …
Everyone held their breath as they stared fixedly at Bu Fang.
No one dared to make any big moves.
Even Master Cheng narrowed his eyes and did not dare to breathe too loudly.
The last cut came down gently.
At last, the number of cuts on the array had completed its final jump.
With a humming sound, it jumped to nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts.
"He … He did it?!"
"Good heavens! He actually did it! "
"The second task … was completed just like that?!"
…
The surrounding Divine Chefs were a little confused, and they all stared blankly at Bu Fang.
They looked at the thin figure standing in front of the array.
Buzz …
The light on the array surged.
Bu Fang had stopped time.
As Bu Fang stopped time, the whole audience burst into exclamations!
The uproar drowned the whole venue in an instant.
She was so excited that her chest kept heaving up and down, and she kept giggling.
Bu Fang turned and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He furrowed his brows.
The consumption of his divine sense was too great.
The Kitchen Knife of Affliction was comparable to a divine power, but with Bu Fang's mental force, he could probably only use it once.
The consumption was too great.
It was indeed a knife technique left behind by an ancient Heavengod.
He breathed a soft sigh of relief.
With a thought in his mind, Bu Fang took out a teapot.
Inside the teapot was steaming hot tea.
A strong aroma of tea instantly filled the whole venue.
He took a sip of the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea to restore his mental force.
As Bu Fang's cultivation base improved, so did everything in the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
The Nine Revolution Great Path Tea was now a divine ingredient!
As soon as he took a sip of the tea, Bu Fang's divine sense was like a dry land moistened by the timely rain. It sucked in mouthfuls of water and recovered rapidly.
Luo Sanniang landed quickly.
She held a spirit fruit in her hand and handed it to Bu Fang.
"Mister, this is the Spirit Restoring Fruit, a supreme-grade spirit herb that can restore divine sense. Eat it quickly, Mister."
Luo Sanniang smiled.
She looked at Bu Fang excitedly.
'Spirit Restoring Fruit?'
Bu Fang took the fruit, glanced at Luo Sanniang, then took a bite of the green fruit in his hand.
With a slurp, juice splashed out of the fruit, which tasted extremely sweet.
A vast amount of essence poured into his body in an instant.
Mixed with the effect of the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea, Bu Fang's mental force began to circulate rapidly in an instant, and soon, his mental force was restored.
"This fruit is … very good!"
Bu Fang looked at the Spirit Restoring Fruit in amazement.
After finishing the fruit, Bu Fang left behind a core. He quietly threw the core into the Heaven and Earth Farmland, asking Niu Hansan to cultivate it.
Today, he planted a seed, and in the future, he would have an inexhaustible supply of Spirit Restoring Fruits.
He was delighted.
"Mister's appearance is the Divine Chef Temple's good fortune. The second task has been bothering us for almost five years, and I didn't expect you to break the record as soon as you arrived," Luo Sanniang said, her eyes twinkling.
"But it's a pity … Although the second task has been completed, it took too much time. Now, you only have one hundred breaths left, and I'm afraid it's impossible to complete the third task in that time."
Luo Sanniang felt a little regretful.
She gave Master Cheng, who was walking over from a distance, a hateful look.
If it weren't for the old man's intrusion, which made Bu Fang pause for about ten breaths, Bu Fang would have had ten more breaths to complete the third task.
That way, he would have an extra ten breaths of time to complete the third mission.
Master Cheng walked over with a gloomy face and stared at Bu Fang.
"I didn't expect you to have such a profound understanding of knife techniques, you little brat!
I've misjudged you … I can't believe a mere Spirit Divine Chef can do this! I can't believe I've underestimated you … I can't believe a mere Spirit Divine Chef can do this! It's not easy! "
Master Cheng said coldly.
"But that's all you've got … I've already figured out a way to solve the second task …"
"Alright, don't talk … You're affecting my thinking of the way to solve the third task."
However, before Master Cheng could finish, Bu Fang interrupted him with an expressionless face.
Master Cheng froze, his eyes widened, and his face turned red.
"You …"
Master Cheng was furious.
With his bad temper, how could he tolerate such humiliation from Bu Fang?
"Alright, Master Cheng … If you want to watch, please stay. But if you disturb Mister's mood, please leave this place …"
Luo Sanniang interrupted him coldly.
She did not have a good impression of this bad-tempered old man.
"Steward Luo, do you really think this boy can complete the third task? He was so lucky to complete the second task, and you're still hoping for him? I can also complete the second task! "Master Cheng's eyes widened, and his chest seemed to explode.
As someone who comprehended the Law of Fire, his temper was as bad as fire.
Luo Sanniang's face froze.
She hated Master Cheng even more, but she also knew that he was telling the truth.
The three tasks of the inheritance seal were each more difficult than the last.
The third one was almost impossible to complete!
It was a dream for Bu Fang to complete the third task in one hundred breaths.
She sighed.
She still felt that she should not offend Master Cheng too much.
After all, the Divine Chef Temple's upper echelons still thought highly of him.
They thought that he was the key figure who could solve the inheritance seal.
"Lucky?"
Bu Fang looked at Master Cheng as if he was looking at an idiot.
Both Master Cheng and Luo Sanniang were stunned by his look.
"There is no such thing as luck in the dictionary of a real chef. Only when you have a card up your sleeve can you cut … Don't you understand such a simple truth?
It's a shame to hear the word 'lucky' come out of a chef's mouth. "
Bu Fang said indifferently.
The next moment, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared again.
It flashed with a golden light and spun in Bu Fang's hand.
Holding the knife, Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back, his Vermilion Robe fluttering in the wind as he walked toward the array.
"Steward Luo, I'm going to challenge the third task. Tell the irrelevant people to stay away …"
"He will soon understand that the luck he spoke of … is just a joke."
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