The Xingyun Continent didn’t have Stove Lord Fire, so when Liu Wanshi revealed it, no one could recognize from the fire’s color what type of fire it was.

This wasn’t important.

What was important was that after Stove Lord Fire appeared, all the contestants’ flames, including Qian Song Bao’s Purple Hidden Fire, were suppressed, quite like a king’s bearing ruling over all!

“Definitely not ordinary!”

“I didn’t expect that in this world, there would still be a fire seed that could suppress Purple Hidden Fire!”

“This little girl is not simple!”

The ten judges exclaimed and discussed.

Although flames couldn’t represent culinary skills, high-level flames would undoubtedly bring enormous help in cooking.

“At the Southwest Yangzhou Culinary Competition, this old man made inquiries, but didn’t hear that this girl had a powerful flame. She even used firewood when competing.”

“Perhaps the opponents were too weak, so there was no need to use it.”

“If that’s the case, this girl might bring us great surprises and unexpected results.”

The judges all locked their attention on Liu Wanshi. She also sensed that releasing Stove Lord Fire had caused a bit too much commotion, so she quickly restrained the aura.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Without the king-level pressure, the contestants’ flames successively recovered to normal.

However, after experiencing this event, everyone’s faces were extremely solemn.

At first, they hadn’t taken Liu Wanshi seriously. After all, a woman participating in the God of Cooking Competition was only because there was no one else in Southwest Yangzhou.

But when Stove Lord Fire was released, displaying extremely strong pressure, they realized this girl might be a formidable rival on their path to championship!

“Miss Liu.”

After Qian Song Bao stabilized his flame, he said in surprise, “I didn’t expect you to have such a strong flame!”

“Don’t talk.”

Liu Wanshi said, “Focus on cooking.”

“Alright.”

Qian Song Bao closed his mouth. After building the fire, he took a pound of beef, then selected various auxiliary ingredients from the basket.

“Clang!”

Suddenly, the sound of an unsheathing blade came.

Contestants who were preparing ingredients subconsciously looked over and saw Lin Yao standing at the central stove. He had drawn the black cleaver hanging at his waist, while his other hand slapped down on the cutting board.

Spiritual energy vibrated, and various ingredients placed on it immediately flew up!

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

Blade light and sword shadow crisscrossed.

“Such fast blade technique!”

A Martial King level powerhouse frowned and said, “At least a hundred strikes per breath!”

“One hundred fifty-six times.”

Jun Changxiao gave the precise number of blade strikes and said helplessly, “Not properly cultivating blade dao but running off to be a chef—there really is no one else like this.”

System said, “Each person has their own aspirations.”

“True.”

Jun Changxiao expressed agreement.

After all, with his own appearance, if he didn’t mix things up in this alternate world to become the strongest, he could at least embrace the thigh of an absolutely beautiful female Martial Emperor and laugh proudly over the rivers and lakes. Yet he ended up becoming a sect master.

Alas.

It’s fate and destiny.

System: “Does your family know you’re this shameless?”

…

“Swish!”

Lin Yao sheathed his cleaver. The large pile of auxiliary ingredients had all been cut into strips, thin enough to thread a needle!

“Amazing!”

“Worthy of being Great Blade King’s direct disciple!”

“Using this to kill people could easily dismember the target into countless pieces!”

Lin Yao’s divine blade technique drew the martial artists’ admiration.

However.

Ma Yongning, sitting in front of the Myriad Manifestations Sect’s cafeteria, showed disdain in his eyes. Behind him, a cleaver was stuck in the cutting board.

Although Jun Changxiao had given him a Cloud-Piercing Blade, he was still using this cleaver because he still had to be responsible for cutting vegetables.

Don’t look at how Ma Yongning rarely engaged in actual combat, but working as an assistant in the cafeteria every day, his comprehension of blade technique was also increasing daily. He had even gradually comprehended the Ma Family Vegetable Cutting Method while chopping on the cutting board.

Lin Yao’s blade technique showoff, in his view, was nothing but fancy moves. If assigned to cut vegetables for tens of thousands of disciples, he’d definitely be exhausted.

“Old Ma.”

Ouyang Jun said, “Stop spacing out. Hurry up and prepare lunch.”

“Mm.”

Ma Yongning walked into the kitchen.

He skillfully tied on an apron, picked up a bowl of wine beside him and drank it down, grabbed the cleaver with one hand, and with his back to the camera said, “A true expert isn’t flashy and showy, but stands the test of time.”

“Swish!”

“Lone Smoke in the Great Desert!”

“Swish!”

“Yellow Sand Flying Wildly!”

“…”

The cleaver cut through the void horizontally and vertically, then with a ‘ding’ sound, stuck into the cutting board again.

The entire process was plain and simple, but the various auxiliary ingredients placed on the table transformed from intact to divided into pieces in an instant.

Ma Yongning didn’t show off like Lin Yao, but from his technique, he appeared more seasoned and substantial.

“Hmm?”

Ouyang Jun, who was building the fire, stuck his head out and shouted, “Old Ma, where are you going?”

“Medicine Hall.”

“Cut your finger again?”

Ma Yongning walked toward the Medicine Hall without speaking.

He kept his back to the camera throughout, giving people a sense of lone smoke in the great desert, yellow sand flying wildly—a substantial feeling.

Expert.

Worthy of being an expert!

…

Back to the God of Cooking Competition scene.

After Lin Yao showed off his blade work, the other contestants successively became busy, clearly unaffected by the former.

Good blade technique only provides assistance.

What truly determines strength is still culinary skill!

“What dish should I make?”

Liu Wanshi began to think. Various dishes from the Chinese recipes surfaced in her mind.

Got it!

The little girl selected a large piece of tofu and various auxiliary ingredients, then began to carefully cut.

She sometimes came to help cut vegetables, so her blade work wasn’t necessarily inferior to Lin Yao’s. Now being careful and cautious was also hoping to achieve perfection.

To get good results, to not disappoint the Sect Master, Liu Wanshi had already brought out her best condition.

Jun Changxiao understood this disciple of his quite well. Watching her serious little appearance, he shook his head and said, “The contestants in this session are fortunate to compete on the same stage with this girl, but also unfortunate.”

The fortune was being able to compete with such a culinary expert. The misfortune was that when she seriously cooked, they would definitely suffer blows.

The contestants were all working hard and busily, only Qian Song Bao would occasionally get distracted looking toward Liu Wanshi.

Participating in this God of Cooking Competition, he didn’t take other people seriously, only this girl made him feel tremendous pressure.

This stemmed from having eaten fried rice and sweet and sour carp on the road.

Qian Song Bao inherited the God of Cooking’s mantle and also inherited his father’s foodie attributes. He was extremely sensitive to the taste of dishes, even determining that what he ate before, even his master might not be able to make.

It was precisely for this reason that he didn’t reveal his true identity, but conveniently took out his father’s token from participating as chief judge in the previous God of Cooking Competition.

To be precise.

After Qian Song Bao ate the fried rice and sweet and sour carp, inferiority had already risen in his heart, especially unable to understand how a girl only a few years older than himself could have such superb culinary skills?

Liu Wanshi’s culinary skills were strong partly due to talent, and partly because she managed the Myriad Manifestations Sect’s kitchen.

The most terrifying thing in this world is when talented people are also very hardworking. How can those who comfort themselves with “the stupid bird flies first” and “diligence can make up for lack of talent” live?

Qian Song Bao withdrew his slightly dejected mood and began to focus on cooking.

Time quietly passed.

After one hour.

On the large table put together in front of the arena, the contestants’ various works were successively placed.

Martial artists watching through the light screen, although unable to smell the aroma, could sense from many of the dishes’ appearances that this was definitely first-rate cuisine!

Saliva!

Couldn’t stop flowing out!

Because Liu Wanshi was in a corner, the dish she made was brought up last. It was held in a clay pot with a lid pressed on top, so no one knew what type of dish it was.

“Please invite the ten judges to conduct their evaluation!” Huang Jinduan said.

“Please!”

The ten evaluation masters took their own utensils and walked to the table to begin tasting. After sampling, they would give corresponding scores.

“Ma Tiancheng, total score 79, eliminated!”

“The champion of the North Desert Province Culinary Competition was eliminated in the first round!”

“Why! Why!”

Ma Tiancheng roared at the judges in dissatisfaction.

An elderly man with an immortal bearing said lightly, “The heat and flavor were off by just a little bit.”

“…”

Everyone’s mouths twitched.

Just because it was a little bit off, they negated someone’s work. These connoisseur masters’ mouths were really too picky!