Light Wind Empire, Border City.
A few thousand miles away from the coastline of the Light Wind Empire, there was a towering city that resembled a colossus. This city was enormous and covered a vast area. The city walls were so tall that they reached into the clouds and blocked out the sun.
Border City was the largest city in the Light Wind Empire's defensive line. It had a long history and was known as one of the three ancient cities of the Light Wind Empire along with the Imperial City and Western Mystery City.
Looking from afar, Border City was like a gigantic God of War. It stood majestically, with a simple and unadorned aura like a boulder. It sat at the border of the Light Wind Empire and guarded its territory.
Outside Border City, on a vast plain, a long line of troops was moving slowly. Among the troops, there were carriages pulled by spirit beasts with strong auras. Beside the carriages were warriors riding on Single-Horned Spirit Horses. This group of people was heading straight for Border City.
The heavy sound of a bugle horn resounded from within Border City. It was deafening and spread out mightily.
The gates of Border City creaked open, and many armored soldiers of the empire walked out. They cupped their hands and greeted the troops respectfully.
Ji Chengyu had an imposing appearance and an indifferent expression. Riding on the Single-Horned Spirit Horse, he was as steady as Mount Tai. Looking at the soldiers greeting him respectfully, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
As soon as they entered Border City, they felt as if they had stepped into another world. The streets of Border City were completely occupied by soldiers guarding the city. Ji Chengyu's troops entered and stopped in the middle of the troops.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and an old man slowly emerged from within.
This was an elderly man dressed in a black robe. His face was full of wrinkles and his aura was fluctuating. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked at the people around him and let out a light sigh.
Among the soldiers, many figures also dressed in black robes appeared and bowed respectfully to the elderly man.
"Welcome, Shura Sect Venerable."
The black-robed warriors spoke one after another and bowed respectfully.
The Shura Sect was not one of the top ten sects. It was an ancient sect that had resurfaced today, waiting for an opportunity to rise again, and the Light Wind Empire was their first stepping stone.
The wrinkles on the old man's face twitched. He waved his hand and said to the crowd, "The High Priestess sent me here today to assist King Yu in his ascension to the throne. Secondly, it's to fight for the rise of our Shura Sect. Our Shura Sect has been silent for too long. Most of the people in the world have forgotten the glory of our Shura Sect. I'm afraid those damned powers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the Wildlands, and the Illusory Spirit Swamp don't even remember us. However, they will soon remember the fear of being dominated by us."
The eyes of the Asura's Gate disciples shone with a fanatical light.
Ji Chengyu narrowed his eyes as he witnessed this scene. A ripple emerged in his heart and his expression became even more solemn.
This Shura Sect … was the power behind the Mahayana Island. It was Zhao Musheng's backer. Now … it was Ji Chengyu's backer. It was Ji Chengyu's backer to regain the throne.
However, deep down, he was well aware that the Shura Sect was a double-edged sword. Moreover, it was an extremely sharp double-edged sword. If it was used improperly … it would not be as simple as hurting one's bones.
...
The Wuliang Mountain towered into the clouds like a longsword that soared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.
Inside the Celestial Arcanum Sect's mountain gate, an old man with white hair and brows sat cross-legged in a dilapidated two-story wooden house. In his withered hand, he held a few yellow jade talismans. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. A strong light seemed to flash in his eyes.
The yellow jade talismans in his hand suddenly floated up and floated in the air, forming a strange pattern.
The old man's face was solemn. He took a deep breath, formed a strange seal with both hands, and pointed at the jade talisman.
A strange blood-red color seeped out from the jade talisman. The thick smell of blood spread throughout the two-story wooden house. The old man was suddenly frightened, and his eyes slightly shrank.
"The Shura Sect, whose second nature is to kill … has actually appeared again. How can this evil sect be so tenacious? It seems like the Southern Region will once again be stirred up by a storm of blood." The old man muttered to himself and let out a long sigh.
With a twist of his hand, the blood-red color on the yellow jade talisman immediately disappeared. The jade talisman fell into his hand. The old man squinted his eyes, as if he was calculating something.
"The Light Wind Empire again? Why are all the big events happening in the Light Wind Empire these days? "The old man's face trembled, and he felt a little strange.
"But this time … I'm afraid the Light Wind Empire will be in big trouble."
...
Early in the morning, the sunlight shone into the room, dispelling the chill of the night.
Bu Fang opened his eyes, comfortably yawned, and stretched. His room was still the most comfortable. Getting off the bed, Bu Fang washed up and went to the kitchen.
Yu Fu hadn't gotten up yet, and Xiao Xiaolong hadn't arrived either.
Bu Fang went to the stove, twirled the kitchen knife, and began to practice his cutting and carving skills. Having not practiced for a few days, Bu Fang missed this feeling.
After practicing his cutting and carving skills for a while, Yu Fu came down from upstairs. After greeting Bu Fang, she went to her stove and began to practice her cutting and carving skills.
"Xiao Xiaolong hasn't arrived yet? You practice for a while. When he arrives, we will start the test, "Bu Fang said with a frown.
Yu Fu nodded obediently. She blinked her eyes, picked up the prepared ingredients, and began to incessantly cut the vegetables.
Bu Fang put away the big kitchen knife and began to cook the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. After a while, the rich aroma of the meat wafted throughout the kitchen. Smelling this aroma, Yu Fu's face revealed an intoxicated expression. Her culinary skills were still far from Bu Fang's. Just from the aroma of the dish, one could see the disparity between them. She still had a long way to go!
Carrying the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, Bu Fang opened the door and walked out of the store.
It was a spring morning, and the temperature was still a little chilly. A gust of wind blew, and the fragrance of the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in Bu Fang's hand spread out. It was incomparably charming.
"Blacky, it's time to eat."
Bu Fang placed the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in front of the big black dog, who was still lying at the door, and said calmly.
Blacky lazily opened its doggy eyes, and glanced at the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in front of it. Its doggy mouth twitched, and it didn't seem to be as excited as before when it saw the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs.
This plump dog's human-like expression immediately startled Bu Fang. What was going on?
However, when the black dog's doggy nose sniffed the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, its doggy eyes instantly lit up. It glanced at Bu Fang with a hidden bitterness, and impatiently gobbled down the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs on the porcelain plate. Its appearance was as if it had been starving for several lifetimes.
Bu Fang raised his eyebrows. After stroking Blacky's smooth and untainted fur, he stood up and prepared to return to the store.
However, just as he reached the door, he saw Xiao Xiaolong's leisurely figure at the entrance of the alleyway.
"Do you usually come so late? Then why are you still practicing your knife skills and carving skills? "
Bu Fang looked at Xiao Xiaolong and said directly. His tone already carried a hint of anger.
Xiao Xiaolong's whole body involuntarily trembled, and he slapped his head. His complexion was somewhat dark. He had forgotten that Bu Fang had already returned. During the days when Bu Fang wasn't in the store, he had become used to slacking off...
"Enter the kitchen. I will test your knife skills and carving skills. If you fail, you will hold a heavy kitchen knife and practice your knife skills and carving skills for an entire day."
Bu Fang seemed to have guessed something. He immediately snorted coldly, flung his sleeves, and turned around to enter the kitchen.
Xiao Xiaolong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He entered the kitchen with a gloomy face, and when he saw Yu Fu diligently practicing, he immediately felt a headache coming on.
Bu Fang pulled out a chair and sat down. He expressionlessly looked at Yu Fu and Xiao Xiaolong, and his eyes were filled with a scrutinizing gaze.
"As my apprentices, I hope that you two will be diligent and not slack off. A true chef will only be able to achieve success after practicing for ten years. I hope that you two will remember this principle and work hard to practice your culinary skills. Now, let's start the test of your knife skills and carving skills. The two of you will compete with each other, and within the allotted one hour, the one who processes the most ingredients … will not be punished."
Bu Fang calmly said. He was also an apprentice chef, so he naturally knew the importance of diligence.
Yu Fu and Xiao Xiaolong nodded, indicating that they understood.
Beside the two of them, there was a big pile of plump radishes, and this time, Bu Fang's request was for the two of them to cut all the radishes into strips within the allotted one hour.
Yu Fu was fine, and her face was tranquil, without the slightest bit of panic.
Xiao Xiaolong, on the other hand, was different. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his big eyes kept rolling around in panic.
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