The attitude of the lad in front of him made Fu Ba feel somewhat uncomfortable.
What did he mean by the outcome being decided by him? He was in charge of the registration and was also the person in charge of the preliminary selection.
There were more people with special abilities than alchemists. After all, there weren't many people in this world who could become alchemists. However, there were many people who couldn't become alchemists.
Those who couldn't become alchemists would change their profession and become poison masters or doctors.
If so many poison masters and doctors came to him to register and all of them chose to participate in the competition, wouldn't he have to record the names of the participants for the entire day? Wouldn't the ceremony be in a mess?
A chef … To put it nicely, he was a chef, but to put it bluntly, he was just a chef.
Why would a chef join in the fun?
Moreover, how many chefs were there in the Heavenly Mist City? If there were really such amazing chefs, the restaurants in the Heavenly Mist City wouldn't have closed down because of the Fasting Pill.
Compared to alchemists, chefs were innately inferior.
"Teacher! I heard that young miss Nangong has come. "
Just as the two of them were at each other's throats, the door was suddenly pushed open and a figure walked in from the outside excitedly.
It was a young and handsome lad with bright eyes. He seemed extremely spirited.
He was Fu Ba's disciple, a young doctor with superb medical skills.
"Young miss Nangong, long time no see. You are still as charming and beautiful as ever." When the young man saw Nangong Wan standing in the room, a trace of passion flashed in his eyes.
Nangong Wan nodded with a smile and didn't say much.
"Uncle Fu, why don't you register my friend? He really wants to participate in the Magical Hand Conference this time."
The one-eyed old man glanced at the expressionless Bu Fang and sneered inwardly when he recalled the arrogant words Bu Fang had said.
"I can register him, but I have to be fair. If young miss Nangong's friend can't even pass my selection, then don't blame me for rejecting him."
"Zheng 'er, bring this young master to participate in the selection with the fifth squad."
The young man was taken aback. He looked at Bu Fang in surprise and nodded.
"Come with me," the young man said. Then, he led Bu Fang out of the house.
Nangong Wan didn't follow him. Instead, she left the house with the one-eyed old man and walked toward the spectator's area.
"Do you see that seat? Walk over there and tell the person in charge that you are participating in the qualifier. They will arrange it for you … But I say, what is a chef like you doing here?" The young man glanced at Bu Fang and said somewhat speechlessly.
No matter how amazing a chef was, how amazing could he be?
Physicians and poison masters could be considered as derivative occupations of alchemists. At the very least, there was hope for them to surpass alchemists.
'You're just a chef … And you want to challenge an alchemist? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?'
"I'm afraid that you are the first person in history to participate in the Magical Hand Conference as a chef. I hope that you will be able to pass the selections. Otherwise, if you can't even pass the selections … You should go home, wash up, and sleep."
The young man sneered. It wasn't that he looked down on Bu Fang; it was just that his idea was too bold.
Bu Fang glanced at the young man and didn't say anything. There were some things that didn't need to be explained, and Bu Fang didn't feel like explaining it to him.
Moreover, the young man didn't have the qualifications to make him explain.
These people … They knew nothing about the occupation of chefs.
As he looked at Bu Fang, who was walking toward Bu Fang, a sneer appeared in the young man's eyes. He turned around and walked toward the spectator's area. Nangong Wan was still there.
…
"Are you here to participate in the qualifier? Tell me your occupation and stand to the side. "An examiner indifferently glanced at Bu Fang and said.
"Bu Fang, chef," Bu Fang said.
The examiner was startled. He furrowed his brows and said, "Speak clearly. What kind of chef are you?"
"Chef …" Bu Fang said as if he was looking at an idiot.
The examiner was slightly dumbfounded. He had seen doctors and poison masters before, but this was the first time he had seen a chef. Where did this kid come from?
Since he was able to participate in the test, it was obvious that he had passed Uncle Fu's registration. How was he going to arrange the test?
The examiner felt a headache coming on. He glanced at Bu Fang and waved his hand. "Go and join the group over there. In a while, the five of you will be tested together. The examiner will judge whether you are qualified to participate in the Magical Hand Conference or not based on your work."
Bu Fang indifferently nodded his head and walked toward the group of four people in the distance.
On the spectator's area.
The one-eyed old man was leaning against a chair and talking cheerfully with Nangong Wan, who was beside him.
Although the Nangong Family was in a precarious situation, the old man didn't try to befriend Nangong Wan. After all, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. No matter how desolate the Nangong Family was, he couldn't afford to offend them.
"Young miss Nangong, your friend is really interesting. Isn't a chef supposed to stay in the kitchen and cook? Why did he come to participate in the Magical Hand Conference? However, I didn't expect that there would be a chef in our Heavenly Mist City, "the old man said with a smile.
"Uncle Fu, don't look down on my friend. His culinary skills are something I have never seen before," Nangong Wan said.
She believed that Bu Fang's culinary skills would definitely amaze the world. When she tasted his dishes, which were comparable to elixirs, she was shocked for a long time.
It was a shock to her mind. The taste was better than elixirs, but the effects weren't any weaker than elixirs.
This was simply inconceivable.
There weren't many chefs who could reach such a level.
"It seems like young miss Nangong is very confident in your friend. Let's wait and see." Uncle Fu didn't believe that a chef could be so amazing.
He was a top-notch doctor, but he was crushed by a One Cloud Alchemist. How heaven-defying could a chef be?
"Let's wait and see. The selection is about to begin," Nangong Wan said calmly.
…
It was a huge arena, and there were many windows on the ceiling above the arena. Light shone down from the ceiling, making the arena extremely bright.
The five people from Bu Fang's team stepped onto the arena.
There were five bronze platforms on the arena, and they were each assigned to take the test. They had to complete the test on those bronze platforms.
Bu Fang touched the crudely made bronze platform. Bu Fang furrowed his brows when he felt the prickling sensation.
The examiner took a few steps forward and stood in the center of the arena. He started explaining the rules of the selection to them.
Actually, there weren't any rules. Everyone had to refine a piece of work, and its effects had to be at least at the level of an eighth grade elixir. Only then would they be considered to have passed the selection.
This requirement wasn't high. In fact, it could be said that it was quite low.
After all, refining an eighth grade elixir wasn't difficult for an alchemist.
High-grade alchemists would refine spirit elixirs, and their medicinal effects would be terrifying.
Bu Fang looked at the people around him. They were all calm and unperturbed. It was obvious that they were very confident in their skills.
Uncle Fu, who was on the spectator's stand, smiled at Nangong Wan and said, "These four people are all extraordinary people with special abilities. If Young Miss Nangong's friends were to encounter them, it would be difficult for them to stand out."
Nangong Wan just smiled and didn't say anything. She believed in Owner Bu's skills.
Bu Fang could also feel the confidence of these four people. It was a kind of affirmation of his strength.
Because they were sure of it, they were confident.
"Okay, let's start the test now. The time limit is … two hours. Those who exceed the time limit will be eliminated."
The examiner wore a solemn expression as he swept his gaze over everyone and announced loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people on the arena started to move.
This test attracted a lot of people. Just as Uncle Fu said, the four people on the stage were quite famous among the eccentrics. Naturally, their test was also very interesting.
Of course, some people also noticed Bu Fang, who was mixed among the four people.
Quite a few people revealed sympathetic gazes. Meeting these four fellows, wanting to stand out from the crowd, the difficulty … was too great.
This kid should be participating in the selection for the first time. He looked unfamiliar, and his luck was also very bad.
It was obvious that the crowd didn't have any hope for Bu Fang.
When Bu Fang took out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and smashed it on the bronze platform, the whole arena became silent.
Then, an intense uproar and sneering laughter erupted from the crowd...
Was this guy here to make a joke? Taking out a black wok … Was he going to cook?
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