Gu Yang felt extremely vexed.
The feeling of speaking ill of someone behind their back and being heard by the person involved was simply terrible.
Although he really wanted to shamelessly accuse the person who had come in uninvited and even eavesdropped on their conversation, he couldn't help but think that it was immoral of him to do such a thing.
However, when he turned around and saw who it was, he subconsciously shut his mouth.
Cao Ziming.
The first disciple of the God of Cooking Zang Wenshu and the current head of the God of Cooking.
Gu Yang was not unfamiliar with him. After all, he had eaten the medicinal cuisine cooked by him more than once.
Although he had paid for it, there was still some face left.
Moreover, Cao Ziming's strength was also not bad. He had already cultivated to the peak of the Emperor-level several years ago. His strength was already comparable to the God of Cooking before he disappeared.
Of course, if it was just Cao Ziming alone, Gu Yang would not appear to be so uncomfortable. After all, his strength was stronger than Cao Ziming's by three points, and he was also older than him. There was no need to give too much face to this guy who liked to lie in the corner.
But this time, Cao Ziming didn't come alone. Beside him, there was a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat an old man with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He was so thin that his bones were protruding out.
More importantly, Gu Yang also knew this old man.
"So it's Mister Zang personally. Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you!" Gu Yang braced himself and went forward to greet the old man awkwardly. "After fifty years, this junior is unable to contain his joy to be able to see Mister Zang again."
That's right.
The old man that Cao Ziming brought was the God of Cooking who had been missing for more than fifty years and was rumored to be dead.
Gu Yang did not expect that he would be heard by the person he spoke ill of behind someone's back with great difficulty!
This was so unlucky, so embarrassing!
Ye Hanshuang and Ling Tian's expressions turned cold at the same time. They couldn't help but look at each other. They didn't think that the usually domineering Headmaster Gu Yang would be so courteous to an old man who didn't seem to have any cultivation.
Moreover, from the way Gu Yang addressed the old man, they could vaguely guess the old man's identity. While they were surprised, they cast Gu Yang a look that said, "Good luck."
It couldn't be helped. Who asked Gu Yang's luck to be so bad? Just as he despised the God of Cooking Clan, he just so happened to meet the Ancestral Master of the God of Cooking Clan?
Zang Wenshu did not say anything. From the moment he came in, his gaze unconsciously fell on Yang Fan, who was swinging his katana with all his might.
"Who is this young man?"
A lethargic voice came from Zang Wenshu's mouth. His breathing was weak and his voice was like a bellow, giving people the feeling that he couldn't breathe at all.
When Zang Wenshu spoke, Gu Yang, Ye Hanshuang, and Ling Tian's expressions froze. They couldn't help but raise their heads at the same time to look at Cao Ziming who was beside Zang Wenshu.
Just a moment ago, they were discussing that Yang Fan was very likely to have a deep connection with the God of Cooking Clan. Otherwise, how could he have cultivated the God of Cooking Clan's secret technique to such a level?
But now, Zang Wenshu didn't recognize Yang Fan at all. Therefore, the three of them couldn't help but look at Cao Ziming, the head of the God of Cooking Clan.
Cao Ziming was a little confused by the three people's stares and said in dissatisfaction, "Why are the three of you looking at this Cao like this? Should this Cao know the identity of this young man?"
"Don't tell me that you think that anyone who cultivates the Butcher's Ox Dismembering Knife Technique should belong to the God of Cooking's lineage and that I should know all of them?"
What kind of logic was this?
The Cattle-dismembering Knife Technique of the God of Cooking's lineage had long been announced to the public. There were many people in the world who knew about this set of knife techniques. However, other than the disciples of the God of Cooking's lineage, there were very few outsiders who had successfully cultivated it.
However, it didn't mean that there were none. There were many people in the various regions of the Federation, and there would always be some martial artists who were interested in cooking. Was it strange that someone could cultivate the Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique to the Beginner Level or even the Master Level?
Gu Yang curled his lips. Other than the people from the God of Cooking's bloodline, which normal martial artist would be so bored that they would dissect demonic beasts for fun?
Moreover, as far as he knew, to cultivate the Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique, even if one wanted to reach the Beginner Level, they would have to dissect at least a thousand different types of demonic beasts. The Master Level was at least ten times more difficult than the Beginner Level.
With such a boring and tedious cultivation method, how many people in the world could persevere without the guidance of a senior and a certain amount of perseverance?
Therefore, in the entire human race of the Federation, almost all the martial artists or chefs who were proficient in the Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique that Gu Yang had met were the descendants of the God of Cooking's lineage.
"He is not the descendant of the God of Cooking's lineage."
At this time, Zang Wenshu said softly, "The knife technique he is using is not the Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique of the God of Cooking's lineage, or rather, it is not the Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique that I created back then."
"The knife technique he is using now is much more exquisite and sharper than I's Butcher's Ox-Dismembering Knife Technique. I saw a trace of the Great Dao's aura from his knife intent."
"Tell me, who is this young man? Who is his master?"
Zang Wenshu's tone became somewhat fervent. He had also forgotten that Gu Yang had previously badmouthed the God of Cooking's lineage behind their backs.
Right now, he was very eager to know the identity of the young man who was wielding the knife and cutting the meat in the video.
"Yang Fan!" Gu Yang replied straightforwardly, "He is this year's freshman at Jinghua University, Yang Fan!"
"Yang Fan?" Cao Ziming said in surprise, "You mean the Yang Fan who is an Emperor-level physician and an Emperor-level Necromancer?!"
This was too surprising!
Cao Ziming could never have imagined that the legendary number one physician and number one Necromancer in the Federation would be a comrade of the God of Cooking's lineage!
Look at his amazing knife technique, look at the lamb rolls that were as thin as cicada's wings, and look at the divine artifact kitchen knife in his hand.
If he were to say that he was not a chef, but a physician or a Necromancer, who would dare to believe him?
This young man was born to be a chef!
"Yes, it's this student Yang Fan." Gu Yang's gaze lightly swept over Zang Wenshu's body, and he asked, "Elder Zang should also be here to seek medical treatment from Yang Fan, right?"
This was somewhat of a rhetorical question. With Zang Wenshu's current physical condition, where he could die at any time, if it wasn't for medical treatment, it was absolutely impossible for him to suddenly appear in Jinghua City and in his principal's office.
The reason why Gu Yang asked this was because he wanted to implicitly remind these two that this was their Jinghua University's territory, and Yang Fan was after all a student of their Jinghua University. If they wanted to poach someone, there was no way they could!
Don't blame Gu Yang for thinking too much. Looking at Zang Wenshu and Cao Ziming, how could Gu Yang not guess what they were thinking when they looked at Yang Fan?
Moreover, that kid Yang Fan also seemed to be very interested in cooking. When the two met, it was inevitable that they would have some birds of a feather. If he was really abducted by these two old foxes, how could they reason with them?
Zang Wenshu's gaze finally shifted from the screen, faintly falling on Gu Yang's face.
"Principal Gu is right, we are indeed here to seek medical treatment."
"I, with my broken body, should have been reunited with my brothers in the underworld as early as 50 years ago, but I didn't expect to drag on and live until now."
"I originally thought that I would never have the chance to stand up again in this lifetime. Unexpectedly, just when I thought that I didn't have much time left and that my soul was about to return to the underworld, I actually heard that the Federation had an additional Emperor-level doctor and Emperor-level Soul Refiner out of thin air. Therefore, I came straight here with him."
Cao Ziming also interrupted from the side, "Principal Gu, now, can we invite this Doctor Yang Fan to come over and treat my master? If it's not convenient for Doctor Yang Fan, we can go find him! "
After waiting for so many years, there was finally a glimmer of hope. Whether it was Cao Ziming or Zang Wenshu, they were a little impatient.
Gu Yang understood their current feelings very well. After all, among the warriors who came to Jinghua City to seek medical treatment these days, most of them were in the same situation as Zang Wenshu.
They had been crippled for decades, crippled for decades. As long as there was even the slightest hope of recovery, they wouldn't give up.
However, Gu Yang still shook his head bluntly, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible right now."
"As you two can see, Student Yang Fan is currently in the Hall of Valhalla on campus, receiving the legacy baptism of the heroic spirits and sages. It's impossible to interrupt him for the time being."
"Therefore, I'll have to ask Elder Zang and Brother Cao to wait for one more day. When the legacy ends tomorrow, Student Yang Fan will automatically be sent out of the Hall of Valhalla."
Zang Wenshu and Cao Ziming's mouths twitched at the same time. They couldn't help but turn their gazes back to Yang Fan.
They couldn't help but open their mouths to ask Gu Yang a question.
'You call this act of slicing meat into hotpot an inheritance baptism? Who are you trying to fool? Are you trying to bully us for not receiving the legacy of the heroic spirits?'
On the screen, it had only been a few minutes, but Yang Fan, who was a little hungry from practicing his saber skills, had already set up the hotpot and started cooking the mutton. He was enjoying his meal so much that even through the screen, they could smell the aroma of king-grade mutton.
Seeing this, Gu Yang felt awkward and blushed a little.
Although he was telling the truth and didn't mean to make things difficult for them, Yang Fan really didn't look like he was going to receive the legacy of the heroic spirits at all.
Capital Martial Arts University's Martyr's Palace had been open for a long time. It had received at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, students. No one had ever dared to be like Yang Fan, who did not cultivate properly after obtaining the right to enter the palace. Instead, he practiced his saber techniques and cooked hotpot inside.
'And it's a f * cking mutton hotpot!'
Gu Yang couldn't help but gulp. 'Don't you know that mutton hotpot is my favorite hotpot?'
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