Qingyang Town was located in the outskirts of the Wildlands. It could be considered as a pass set up by the Light Wind Empire for the Wildlands. That was because the Wildlands was a dangerous place where numerous spirit beasts were bred. Among these spirit beasts, there were strong ones and weak ones. The strong ones could reach an unimaginably terrifying realm while the weak ones were only third or fourth grade spirit beasts.
The outskirts, the inner layer, and the center were like three huge circles surrounding the Wildlands. The number of spirit beasts living inside was uncountable. As a small town that guarded the entrance to the Wildlands, Qingyang Town naturally had to bear the pressure brought by the spirit beasts in the Wildlands.
Once the number of spirit beasts increased, many disasters would emerge. For example, a raging tide of spirit beasts. Numerous spirit beasts would surge out of the Wildlands as if they had gone mad and trample everything in their path. This was definitely a disaster for Qingyang Town. Only those with true strength would be able to survive this raging tide of spirit beasts.
Qingyang Town was one such small town where the strong gathered. Everyone who survived here possessed a powerful cultivation level. Most of them were adventurers from the Hidden Dragon Continent. Not only did they come from the Light Wind Empire, there were also people from other small countries.
The reason they gathered here was to use the Wildlands as a training ground and also a place to obtain crystals.
By hunting spirit beasts, one could use the corpses of spirit beasts to exchange for crystals. Every spirit beast's body was a treasure and could be exchanged for many things. This was profit. Driven by profit, even in the face of a terrifying tide of spirit beasts, there would still be people who would come wave after wave.
Qingyang Town's number one restaurant. This was the only restaurant in Qingyang Town. It was a two-story building and the first floor was extremely spacious. There was an endless stream of people coming and going.
The aroma of wine and dishes filled the air and intertwined with each other. Shouts and laughter also rose and fell.
In short, it was a lively scene.
"Oh my, Ah Lu and Ah Wei are back? How was it? Did you complete the old man's mission? "
Ah Lu, who was gnawing on a chicken drumstick, and Ah Wei, who was carrying a black wok on his back, stepped into the restaurant. Just as they entered, a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure and extremely revealing clothes walked over while swaying her waist and giggling.
"Aunt Yue, we've lost. The Imperial Capital of the Light Wind Empire is indeed the capital of a country. There are indeed crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Big Brother has even used his trump card, but we still lost." Ah Lu took out a chicken drumstick from the pocket of his apron and took a bite. He chewed loudly as he spoke to the enchanting beauty in a muffled voice.
Ah Wei's face darkened. He only glanced at the enchanting beauty and did not say anything. Indeed, he had nothing to explain. A loss was a loss. He could only blame himself for not being skilled enough.
A trace of astonishment immediately appeared on the charming face of the enchanting woman who was addressed as Aunt Yue. With Ah Lu and Ah Wei's culinary skills, they actually lost to the empire's Hundred Family Banquet? Could it be that the standards of the chefs in the Light Wind Empire had become so terrifying?
Ah Lu and Ah Wei were taught by that old man!
"It's okay. It's good that you lost. Otherwise, the two of you will always think that your culinary skills are invincible. It's not a bad thing for you." Aunt Yue chuckled. Her magnificent breasts immediately surged and caused the eyes of many of the surrounding customers to light up.
Ah Wei and Ah Lu's expressions immediately darkened. They glanced at their surroundings and secretly snorted as they walked toward the second floor of the restaurant.
They stepped onto the second floor. As they stepped on the seemingly ancient and worn-out floorboards, creaking sounds rang out incessantly. The light gradually dimmed as the two of them walked through the floor with familiarity. Soon, they arrived in front of a small room.
Ah Wei respectfully knocked on the door. The arrogance that had always been on his face disappeared.
"Come in." When an elderly voice came from inside the room, the two brothers looked at each other and stepped into the room.
"Master …"
Ah Lu and Ah Wei lowered their heads and softly called out to a gray-robed elder in the room.
The elder was sitting on a sandalwood rocking chair. He held a fan made from the feathers of an unknown spirit beast in his hand and gently waved it, creating a cool breeze.
"Lost? You didn't obtain the prize? " There seemed to be a hint of a smile in the elder's words, causing Ah Wei to feel a wave of embarrassment. Before they set off, he had solemnly vowed that he would definitely bring back the prize. In the end, he returned in a crushing defeat.
"This old man once said that the Hidden Dragon Continent is vast and boundless. Your horizons are merely a well. When you sit in the well and observe the world, you will feel as if you are sitting on the entire world. However, in reality, you are merely entertaining yourselves in a small place."
The gray-robed elder stopped rocking the chair and said in an indifferent manner.
Then, the elder stood up from his seat and his gaze fell on the two brothers. His wrinkled face slightly trembled as he chuckled and said, "It's fine. You don't have to blame yourselves. Just treat this as a training for you. A single failure is nothing. Work hard and try to regain your dignity."
"Yes … Master, actually, if I had used the 'Hundred Flavor Pot', I might not have lost!" Ah Wei was still a little unconvinced.
The gray-robed elder glanced at Ah Wei and shook his head. "This old man passed on the Hundred Flavor Pot to you and told you to nurture it for ten years. If you use it in advance, it would be equivalent to losing your essence and spirit. So what if you win? What you lose … is far greater than what you gain. You should be glad that you didn't use the Hundred Flavor Pot. "
"Ah Lu, describe to me what would have happened if you had lost," the elder said in an indifferent manner.
Ah Lu was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously reached out his hand to grab a chicken drumstick. However, after thinking about it, he gave up and began to seriously describe what would have happened.
The elder quietly listened and soon finished listening to Ah Lu's description.
"Rainbow-colored Crescent Moon Dumplings? Using ordinary ingredients to create a delicacy that could defeat Ah Wei's dish? " The elder narrowed his eyes and a hint of seriousness appeared on his face. "When did such an amazing chef appear in the Light Wind Empire? For a delicacy made from ordinary ingredients to suppress a delicacy made from ingredients with spirit energy, one must completely bring out the taste and texture of the ingredients to the extreme. This is an extremely difficult task for any chef … "
"Crunch crunch, Master … In the end, that prize was also won by that Owner Bu," Ah Lu said in a muffled voice as he bit into a chicken drumstick.
The elder nodded, then clapped his hands and chuckled. "I didn't expect that there would be someone in the Light Wind Empire who would dare to compete with me, the Ghost Chef … This old man suddenly wants to meet this Owner Bu."
Ah Wei was stunned for a moment. Then, his pupils constricted. Could it be that his master was going to personally make a move?
"The seed of the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit Tree … If I could raise it, how much of a commotion would it cause," the elder muttered to himself.
...
The morning star had just peeked out. Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the ground, illuminating the earth with a golden hue.
It was no longer snowing, but the temperature was still as chilly as ever.
As usual, Bu Fang first cooked a plate of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs for Blacky. Then, he began to practice his knife and carving skills, as well as his culinary skills.
Since his goal was to become the God of Cooking at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world, he naturally could not slack off in the slightest. Daily practice was essential, because practice could slowly improve his culinary skills and solidify his foundation.
Within the earth-yellow flower pot, the greenery was already growing taller and taller. Yesterday, it was just a bud, but today, it was already as tall as a finger. It was indeed quite magical.
The emerald green leaves were densely covered with mystical patterns, dazzling even Bu Fang's eyes.
"Just what kind of seed is this? Could it be that something good will grow out of it? " Bu Fang stretched out his finger and pointed at the emerald green leaves, muttering to himself in confusion. Then, he stood up and opened the store's door.
Boss Jin rushed in with his army of fatties. Bu Fang was already familiar with these fatties, so he quickly entered the kitchen and came out after he was done cooking.
Ouyang Xiaoyi came with the Xiao siblings. Xiao Yanyu was still as cultured and elegant as ever, wearing a veil and exuding a tranquil aura.
Behind Xiao Yanyu and the others, Luo Sanniang and a somewhat bashful figure also rushed in. This slightly surprised Bu Fang.
"Owner Bu, Juan'Er is looking for you. Do you have time?"
Luo Sanniang shouted loudly as soon as she entered the store. This woman was quite pretty, but she did not have the slightest bit of femininity...
Juan'Er, on the other hand, was carrying a lunchbox and following behind Luo Sanniang with a bashful face. She was slightly panting as she stepped into the store.
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