The additional round ended.
Liu Wanshi defeated Qian Songbao with all perfect scores.
Actually, the result was already determined after Jun Changxiao’s scheme, because when it came to large-scale cooking—who was strongest? Look to the Eternal Ancient in Southwest Yangzhou!
Of course.
Qian Songbao’s ability couldn’t be denied. After all, the score difference wasn’t large, and he didn’t lose to the masses but rather to the more exacting professional judges.
“The champion of the Fiftieth Food God Competition—” Huang Jinduan announced loudly: “Liu Wanshi!”
“Junior Sister is mighty!”
“Senior Sister is mighty!”
The Eternal Ancient Sect disciples roared loudly!
“Miss Liu, congratulations.” Qian Songbao came over to offer congratulations.
Actually, seeing the process of making fried noodles, he already knew he would definitely lose, so he could still bear it.
Liu Wanshi smiled: “You’re also very impressive.”
She achieved perfect scores because she prepared three meals for her fellow disciples every day. He’d never done this before yet earned recognition from five thousand people—his ability was definitely real.
This point.
Jun Changxiao also couldn’t deny.
If judging solely from culinary arts, Qian Songbao was no less skilled than Liu Wanshi. Either one receiving the Food God Competition championship would be well-deserved.
But to complete the epic quest with exceeding standards and obtain higher rewards, he could only employ a small scheme.
“May I try some?”
Qian Songbao looked at the remaining fried noodles, his eyes flickering with luster.
He was a chef, but also a foodie.
Now that the competition had ended, he could set aside his chef identity and become a true foodie!
Huang Jinduan said, “You may.”
The little fellow walked to the dining table, used chopsticks to pick up the resilient fried noodles and put them in his mouth. As he chewed, he recalled the scene of being rescued and eating fried rice, and tears unconsciously fell.
“Father!”
Qian Songbao put down his chopsticks, choking up: “I don’t want to go home and inherit the family fortune…”
When he came, Qian Buduo made an agreement with his son.
If he couldn’t claim the Food God Competition championship, he had to obediently return and follow arrangements.
Qian Songbao yearned for unrestrained life and didn’t want to be imprisoned in a cage, walking the path his father paved.
But… without claiming the Food God Competition championship, he was destined to follow arrangements, return home to inherit the business, and obediently be a rich second generation.
So many people’s dream, yet he disdained it.
Liu Wanshi smiled: “You can join the Eternal Ancient Sect. I’ll teach you to make fried rice and fried noodles!”
Seeing the little one proactively recruiting talent for the sect, Jun Changxiao’s face filled with a gratified smile.
Qian Songbao fell into internal struggle—clearly he was already tempted.
After brief consideration, he said with difficulty: “I’m a very lazy person. I don’t like making large-scale dishes. Could I… could I purely eat there?”
Purely eat?
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes.
My Eternal Ancient Sect doesn’t support idlers or foodies!
“This…”
Liu Wanshi looked toward Jun Changxiao: “I think the Sect Master should be willing.”
Willing my ass!
Though Jun Changxiao was quite dismayed, on second thought, this guy was a rich second generation after all—recruiting him wasn’t bad.
Moreover, even someone as lazy as Wild Boar Peggy became diligent under his tutelage, didn’t they?
Jun Changxiao transmitted: “Little one, tell him this seat permits exceptional admission to the Eternal Ancient Sect, however, the entrance fee might be somewhat expensive.”
Purely eating was fine—just pay up.
“Oh.”
Liu Wanshi relayed the Sect Master’s words. Qian Songbao smiled: “As long as I can eat Miss Liu’s cooking every day, the entrance fee isn’t a problem!”
Seeing his straightforward attitude, Jun Changxiao decided: “This disciple—I’m taking him!”
…
Under the gaze of tens of thousands, the Fiftieth Food God Competition champion Liu Wanshi raised the championship trophy.
“Hahaha!”
In the Tianyu Royal City’s authentication hall, Yi Tianxing threw his head back laughing.
The Culinary God Competition had nothing to do with martial arts, but with an Eternal Ancient Sect disciple claiming the championship, he could naturally brag endlessly in front of others.
Recently, the Eternal Ancient Sect had accomplished many great things—picking any one could serve as bragging material. So when meeting at the authentication hall, which one should he choose?
Sigh.
So difficult to decide, so hard to choose.
Standing behind him, Elder Zhou and Elder Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately this was the Culinary God Competition. If it were a martial arts-related event and the Eternal Ancient Sect claimed the championship, the Hall Master would probably collapse again right now.
…
“Ding! Host’s sect disciple Liu Wanshi obtained the Food God Competition championship, meeting defined conditions. Epic Quest completed with 200% completion rate. Host receives 40,000 contribution points.”
“Ding! Contribution points: 64,480/50,000.”
“Ding! Contribution points overflowing…”
The moment Liu Wanshi raised the trophy, pleasant notification sounds rang in Jun Changxiao’s ears, his soul seemingly floating to the ninth heaven.
“Ding! Detecting host has Epic Quest Seven in progress. Epic Quest Eight rewards will be distributed together after Epic Quest Seven completion.”
When floating to the highest point of the firmament, suddenly a club struck down, directly beating his soul back into his body!
Jun Changxiao despaired inwardly: “This restriction is truly fucking annoying!”
Clearly completing the quest, but because of another quest’s restriction unable to receive rewards was indeed very tragic.
Even more tragic—Epic Quest Seven met completion standards but was time-limited, requiring a full year before entering the settlement period.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao sighed: “The road ahead is long and arduous—I shall search high and low.”
…
After the award ceremony, the Food God Competition officially concluded. Martial artists from all directions departed one after another, but those fortunate enough to be mass judges still savored the fried noodles they’d just eaten.
“Making noodle dishes to this degree is truly breathtaking!”
“If I could eat that girl’s fried noodles every day, it would absolutely be the happiest thing in the world!”
“Decided—I’m going to the Eternal Ancient Sect to register!”
Many martial artists, unable to resist the temptation of delicious food, all made plans to go register in Qingyang Commandery.
This was something Jun Changxiao hadn’t anticipated, because in his calculations, people coming to register would mostly stem from advertising effects.
“Sect Master Jun, you’re leaving so soon after just claiming the championship?”
At the City Lord’s manor entrance, City Lord Han personally saw them off.
Jun Changxiao said, “Sect affairs are busy—Jun must hurry back.”
“Very well.”
City Lord Han cupped his hands: “Until we meet again by fate.”
Jun Changxiao smiled: “As long as City Lord Han properly prepares following Jun’s suggestions, the next Dragon-Tiger Clash will definitely be enormously profitable.”
City Lord Han said with complete righteousness: “Money is but worldly possession—Han has long seen through such things.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.
When you collected spirit stones, you smiled even happier than me—who would believe you’ve seen through it!
“Farewell!”
“Farewell!”
Jun Changxiao left the Imperial City with Liu Wanshi, Zilin Demon King, and Yao Mengying.
Though the latter two—one a Demon King and one possessing an Innate Demon Body—nothing happened. They purely came to cheer.
Qian Songbao didn’t leave together for Southwest Yangzhou but first returned home to discuss with his father.
What he wanted was eating Liu Wanshi’s delicious food daily, but what Jun Changxiao wanted was establishing another deputy director for the dining hall—this kid was fully qualified.
“Hmm?”
After leaving the Imperial City’s territory, ahead on the official road’s edge, Lin Yao with a blade at his waist leaned against a tree.
Though his face was young, it emanated a weathered aura.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Lin Yao turned around, cupping his hands: “I, Lin Yao, have no sect or school and am an independent cultivator wandering the martial world. I wish to join your sect!”
This kind of straightforward request for admission was quite rare.
“Can you endure hardship?”
“Yes.”
“Can you bear suffering?”
“Yes.”
“Can you shed blood and sacrifice your life for the sect?”
“Yes!”
Facing Jun Changxiao’s series of questions, Lin Yao answered quickly and decisively.
His eyes held sincerity—clearly he very much wanted to join the Eternal Ancient Sect and become one of its members.
“Return to the Eternal Ancient Sect with this seat then.” Jun Changxiao said.
Lin Yao cupped his hands: “Many thanks, Sect Master!”
Thus, the returning sect party gained another person.
On the road, Jun Changxiao calculated: “This one can work with Ma Yongning handling vegetable cutting.”
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