What do you mean you’re ready?


    Are you ready to cook dishes?


    All of the surrounding people were dumbfounded when they heard Bu Fang’s words.


    Such a set of equipment didn’t seem like something which could be used in the Magical Hand Conference. Instead, they looked like they should be used in a cookingpetition.


    As it was only the preliminarypetition, there were only a few people who were interested. The number of people who watched the preliminarypetition was extremely little. Almost everyone would wait until the semifinals and finals before they showed up.


    At that time, only the talented alchemists would be left. The ones who would be able to ascend the stage would be the strongest ones.


    Only such an exciting and brilliant showdown would be able to interest most people.


    All of the judges who were in charge of this Magical Hand Conference were people from the Pill Tower. They were all members of the Pill Tower and high-level alchemists.


    The judge was no longer able to endure Bu Fang’s behavior...


    Walking toward Bu Fang, the corners of his mouth started to twitch as he sized up all the equipment which was on Bu Fang’s bronze tform. "Competitor, are you taking part in this conference for fun? The Magical Hand Conference is an important and seriouspetition held by the Pill Pce. If you are taking part in it just for fun, please leave right now."


    Bu Fang furrowed his brows as he looked at this judge. "Why do you think that I would participate in the conference just for fun?"


    Everyone in the surrounding looked at Bu Fang with a gaze filled with mockery. He was someone who took out a kitchen knife and a ck wok in an alchemypetition... He was still able to say that he was serious about the conference?


    "Isn’t everyone with special gifts allowed into the conference? It’s fine as long as my dishes achieve the required effects. Why are doctors, poison masters, and alchemists allowed to participate but not chefs?" Bu Fang earnestly asked the judge.


    That judge’splexion slightly darkened when the words left Bu Fang’s mouth.


    He took a deep breath as he found that he was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to answer Bu Fang’s question at all. The conference didn’t stipte that chefs were not allowed to take part. However, it had always been amon agreement that there wasn’t any point in allowing chefs to take part as there wasn’t any meaning for them in doing so.


    Was it possible that a dish could have the same effects as a medicinal powder?


    Even if the dish had the same effect as a medicinal powder, could it rival an elixir?


    "Fine, you can continue to take part in the conference. I really want to look at the product you are going to create. If you are really here to take part in the conference for fun... I will personally throw you out of the stage." The judge was slightly angered by Bu Fang and he had a cold expression on his face when he spoke to thetter.


    Bu Fang simply rolled his eyes at the judge and stopped caring about him.


    cing his board down on his bronze tform, he calmly waited for the start of the preliminarypetition.


    Those in the surroundings diverted their gaze and didn’t want to look at Bu Fang any longer.


    There were fifty participants in the eighth arena and one-third of them were alchemists. The rest were all people with special gifts.


    "The requirement of the preliminarypetition is quite simple. There is a time limit of one hour. Alchemists must refine a ninth grade elixir. Poison masters and doctors must refine a medicinal powder or liquid which have effects that could rival a ninth grade elixir..." The judge who stood in the middle of the arena dered in a loud voice.


    After introducing the first round of the conference, the judge shot a look at Bu Fang and furrowed his brows. He added, "I hope that all of you can take this conference seriously. This is a test for all of your achievements gained through years of practice and it’s also an opportunity for you to stand out. Don’t y around here like a certain person."


    Every single one of the participants knew who the judge was referring to and they all couldn’t help themselves as they burst outughing. The fact that a chef came to participate in the Magical Hand Conference was truly hrious.


    Alchemy was the most prevalent upation in both of the Heavenly Pill City and Heavenly Shine City. After Fasting Pills with different tastes were created, all the restaurants in those two cities closed down. Only the Heavenly Mist City had the Cloud Mist Restaurant.


    Therefore, all of the participants looked down on chefs.


    Bu Fang was still calm and aloof as he faced the mockery, as he was extremely confident in himself. Theughter which wasing from every single direction wasn’t able to affect him in the slightest.


    After the judge gave out a long speech, he finally announced the beginning of the preliminarypetition.


    The atmosphere of the za instantly changed the moment thepetition started.


    Bang!


    Steam started to rise as countless mes shot up into the sky.


    Those were alchemists’ alchemic mes which had an extremely high temperature.


    ying and controlling fire was one of the alchemists’ skills. There were even some alchemists who specially trained themselves to control fire in order to show off.


    There were many alchemists in the same arena as Bu Fang who possessed an alchemic me. The moment thepetition started, many mes of different colors burned above their palms and sizzling sounds could be heard in the air.


    There were some alchemists who were wriggling their fingers to control their me. Their alchemic me would jump between their fingers and it seemed to be extremely lively.


    All of the doctors and poison masters looked in envy at such a scene as none of them were able to control fire. Their medicine furnace relied on some normal mortal mes which were simply ignited by the doctors or poison masters. The grade of their mes was extremely low.


    The disparity in the grade of me was one of the causes of the disparity between alchemists and them.


    Those alchemists were extremely proud and smug as they yed with their mes. They could feel the envious stares of the doctors on them. Waving their hands, they threw their alchemic mes into their pill furnaces, which caused the temperature of the arena to rise drastically.


    All of the alchemists scoffed when they looked at the doctors and poison masters. They had an innate superioritypared to doctors and poison masters.


    Those doctors and poison masters were quite sullen and they angrily turned their head around.


    All of a sudden, they thought of the lowest existence there. It was that kid who came to participate while carrying a board.


    Even if their mes couldn’t defeat that of an alchemist, how were they going to lose to a chef?


    They turned their head around and looked toward Bu Fang.


    Bang!


    A resplendent ball of golden mes almost blinded their eyes.


    Bu Fang opened his mouth and spouted a ball of golden mes.


    The moment the mes emerged, it was as though a resplendent sun appeared. It emitted dazzling and bright light.


    It seemed as though there were faint beast roarsing from the me and there were countless spirit beasts galloping in it. The beasts were all roaring with anger and countless roars came from the tide of beasts in the me.


    Buzz...


    The hearts of everyone in the eighth arena shuddered. The expression on all the alchemists’ face changed and was reced with a grave expression.


    Those fluctuations came from one of those mes!


    All of them turned their heads around and looked at the golden me which Bu Fang spat out.


    The me seemed to be a king among mes and it agitated the alchemic me in their energy core. All of their alchemic mes became restless and they seemed as though they wanted to worship the meing from Bu Fang.


    "A Heaven and Earth Obsidian me?"


    All of the alchemists sucked in a breath of cold air. The me which was spouted by that kid was actually a Heaven and Earth Obsidian me?


    Contrary to alchemists, the doctors and poison masters were somewhat bewildered by it. Their mes were just mortal mes which didn’t possess any spirituality and they were incapable of sensing the hostilitying from the Ten Thousand Bestial me.


    The only thing they felt was that Bu Fang’s me was quite amazing. As for how amazing it was? None of them had a clear idea.


    That judge’s mouth slightly widened. A Heaven and Earth Obsidian me... How did this kid possess a Heaven and Earth Obsidian me?


    "Aren’t alchemists the only ones capable of subduing a Heaven and Earth Obsidian me? Is thisd a..."


    The judge squinted his eyes as he thought of such a possibility. Was Bu Fang just deceiving him? Was he, in fact, an extremely talented alchemist?


    That’s right! That should obviously be the case.


    However, Bu Fang’s following actions crushed his guesses apart.


    Bu Fang took out an earthen jar from his system dimensional storage and ced it on his bronze tform. Apart from that earthen jar, he took out many ingredients which he used to make dishes.


    The items he took out were really ingredients used to make dishes. They were not some kind of famous spirit medicine.


    A trace of regret could be seen on the face of the judge who stood before Bu Fang’s bronze tform.


    Bu Fang’s following actions caused him to be even more aggrieved and pained. It wasn’t just the judge who was affected. All of the alchemists in the eighth arena were affected.


    Bu Fang actually threw the Heaven and Earth Obsidian me beneath the ck wok and used it to heat the wok up...


    "Is this kid using a Heaven and Earth Obsidian me to make dishes? He’s wasting and insulting the Heaven and Earth Obsidian me! Why isn’t he hacked to death by lightning?" The judge roared in his mind.


    Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!


    Pouring oil into the wok, Bu Fang took out the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and started waving it around. He sliced and processed all the ingredients. After processing the ingredients, he threw them into the wok and started to stir-fry them. They gradually started to emit a sweet fragrance.


    Everyone in the arena was dumbfounded when they witnessed such a scene.


    Even people around them saw it and they found it to be both funny and embarrassing.


    He was really going to cook a dish!


    There was actually someone who woulde to the Magical Hand Conference’s stage to make dishes... There truly were all kinds of people and weirdos in this vast world.


    The judge who stood before Bu Fang’s tform widened his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Bu Fang. He truly wanted to see what kind of dish Bu Fang would make using a Heaven and Earth Obsidian me.


    "Shouldn’t you distance yourself from me?"


    When Bu Fang held onto the earthen jar and was about to open it, he felt the judge’s gaze. Turning his head toward the judge, he asked in confusion.


    Ah?


    "What do you mean? Why should I distance myself away from you? Don’t ever dream about using any underhanded means. I’m watching your every move," the judge said to Bu Fang.


    Watching my every move?


    The corners of Bu Fang’s couldn’t help but twitch when he heard the judge. "Fine... It’s fine as long as you don’t mind. I just hope that you won’t end up crying..."


    Bu Fang looked at that judge as if he was some sort of retard. As his true energy surged around his palm, Bu Fang raised his hand and pped the earthen jar.


    Buzz...


    A sonorous buzzing sound echoed. The eyes of the judge, who stood in front of Bu Fang’s bronze tform as he sped his hands behind his back, stared straight toward the earthen jar. His eyes lit up when Bu Fang pped the jar.


    Was thed relying on the object inside the jar?


    The judge extended his neck and he wanted to see the item in the jar. He was curious about the contents.


    As a cracking sound echoed, a lid shot up to the sky.


    The judge who had extended his neck froze in ce and the curious expression on his face disappeared.


    A certain odor came out of that earthen jar and instantly drilled into his nostrils.