Chapter 140
Just now, when the semi-finals were halfway through, Feng Changxin saw Zhu Fan boiling water and the disciples burning the food again. He probably knew that he was going to lose this time.
So he quickly made a response for the finals.
As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.
Feng Changxin didn't know what kind of abilities the spiritual chef had, but his techniques were basically the same as those of mortal chefs.
So Feng Changxin thought of a trick and asked the elders to quickly go to the nearby mortal cities to capture... find a few chefs for questioning.
The elders took the order and went.
The Medicine King Hall is at least a righteous sect, and it has not done anything to rob civilian men.
The chefs all volunteered to admire the heroic figure of the immortal elder, not because they received a lot of money.
The elder of the Medicine King Hall asked,"What are you most afraid of?"
The chefs were stunned for a moment, and then one of them answered cautiously:
"A monster had appeared nearby before, but it had been dealt with by the immortal from Yuanliu Sect.……"
"That's not it!" The elder of the Medicine King Hall frowned and interrupted:"I mean, what are you most afraid of when you cook?"
The cooks looked at each other, thought for a while, and then answered in unison:
"I am most afraid of meeting picky eaters. I will be scolded if they find fault with me."
"I am most afraid of making soup. Every time I make soup, the shopkeeper always adds water frantically beside me, and the customers think it is not tasty and scold me.……"
"What's yours? Our boss always takes inferior ingredients. If we can't sell them, we have to eat them ourselves.……"
"I was afraid that my neighbor Lao Wang would come to my house when I was working at the hotel.……"
After the last person finished speaking, the others fell silent. Those who were close to him patted him on the shoulder and gave him a look that told him to be strong.
Afraid of the neighbor's cook:?
What are you looking at me with? I'm afraid that Sun thief will steal my vegetable seedlings, what are you thinking?
The elder of the Medicine King Hall had blood vessels throbbing on his head, and he said angrily:
"Foolish mortals! I don't have time for your trivial matters! What I'm asking is, what are you most afraid of when cooking, which will cause problems with the finished product!"
The chefs were trembling with grievance and fear, and thought hard, and then said a few more:
"If there is a problem with the ingredients, the finished product will……"
"If the kitchenware is not suitable, it will not be comfortable to use.……"
The chefs said something else, but the head of the Medicine King Hall still felt that it was useless.
It was not until a chef said something about being affected by the smell that the elder of the Medicine King Hall became thoughtful.
He immediately sent a message to Feng Changxin and proposed several ideas.
Feng Changxin thought about it, and when the disciples came out, he gave them instructions.
He prepared several plans just to stop Zhu Fan.
Only the two disciples with the lowest ranking participated in the plan, and it was fine for the direct disciple to concentrate on making pills. Feng Changxin also warned him to stay as far away from Zhu Fan as possible.
Otherwise, if the thing that hurts the enemy by a thousand and hurts himself by a thousand is really released, maybe his own disciples will also be sent away...
Time goes back to the present.
Zhu Fan entered the finals and waited for the game to start.
The previous sixth-grade alchemist found a place far away from him and held his alchemy furnace with a solemn face, as if the alchemy furnace was the only thing left in his world.
The other two disciples of the Medicine King Hall surrounded Zhu Fan again, but at this time, they looked like they were in a cold and gloomy mood, and no one knew what they were doing.
When the time was almost up, the chief judge announced the rules and questions for the finals.
The rules of the finals were changed.
In the preliminary and semi-finals, contestants were required to use only various medicinal materials and spiritual materials provided by the Yuanliu Sect, in order to test the contestants with better alchemy skills under the same conditions. In the finals, contestants could not only use the spiritual materials provided by the Yuanliu Sect, but also use their own materials.
The purpose of doing this is to test the current upper limit of the contestants' abilities.
It is not that the higher the grade of the material, the more advantageous it is. It still depends on the level of the contestants' ability. The higher the grade of the material, the more difficult it is to control. If you ask a fourth-grade alchemist to make Jiaolong Blood Golden Phoenix Feather, can he control it?
He can't control it, he doesn't have the strength.jpg
The questions this time are not simple either - the grade of the elixir that assists the cultivators to break through the realm must not be lower than the fifth grade, and there is no limit on the number of pills per furnace.
As soon as this test question came out, everyone present immediately focused their minds and stood up.
Zhu Fan had never experienced a bottleneck in cultivation because he had a system.
But others didn't!
In this cultivation world, breaking through realms is not like playing a game, where you can level up by yourself after you gain experience.
Some people with poor talents get stuck at bottlenecks while practicing, and they can't make any progress, which makes them feel very uncomfortable.
At a low realm, the bottleneck feeling is not so obvious. At most, people who have just entered the practice will feel that some people practice faster and some people practice a little slower.
But the higher the realm, the more intuitive these feelings are.
Some people have a smooth journey, occasionally encountering some minor setbacks, but they also go smoothly.
However, some people are stuck at the level of perfection for several years, decades, and hundreds of years. They have clearly touched the edge of the next realm, but it seems as if there is a layer of glass between them and they can't get through.
It's like the feeling of sneezing halfway and not being able to come out.
Just a little bit away, and it's stuck.
Don't mention how uncomfortable it is.
Most of the materials for the elixir that can help the cultivators break through the realm are very rare, and the difficulty of refining is very high, so the price is even more expensive and priceless.
Even if it is only a fifth-grade mind-breaking pill, the price of the raw materials is not cheap. The Yuanliu Sect brought these materials, which can really be called a big deal.
Most of the alchemists here looked solemn, as if they were stumped by the difficult test questions, and they were very careful when choosing materials.
Zhu Fan was lucky, because the finals did not restrict the materials brought by himself, so he could use all kinds of ingredients in the mall.
So he went up and took a few materials casually, so that his behavior would not be different from others.
After choosing the recipe, Zhu Fan started to prepare.
At this time, the two disciples of the Medicine King Hall next to him saw that Zhu Fan had already started cutting vegetables and making them. They looked at each other and took out something from the storage ring together.
Zhu Fan just felt that the green color was familiar, and then he smelled a very familiar stench...
Zhu Fan: If I remember correctly, this thing is... a green liquid with a strange smell...
The two disciples of the Medicine King Hall had extremely ugly faces at this time.
Even if they had swallowed the pills that blocked their sense of smell before, they could not bear it, because the memories of the dead kept attacking them...
The green liquid was the cow that Ye Jia sold to the Medicine King Hall!
Since Jia went to the Medicine King Hall, every disciple and inner disciple of the Medicine King Hall have been tortured...
It's okay for the master to force feed them.
In order to study how to refine this thing into pills, several elders and their disciples spent day and night together to study this thing...
That nightmare-like time tortured several disciples almost crazy.
Even if they took pills that could block their sense of smell, it was of no use. The horrible smell seemed to be branded on their souls...
Whenever they saw this thing, they would subconsciously think of that smell and the painful experience of being held down and force-fed by their master...
In layman's terms, their brains were marinated with the smell.
The two disciples of the Medicine King Hall looked at Zhu Fan with distorted expressions.
Zhu Fan, you forced us to do this!
Didn't you deliberately use the smell to affect our alchemy before?
Now, it's time for retaliation!
Feel it! This incomparable torture!
Come and taste the pain I've experienced, hehehehehe……
〖(＞A＜；) I was visiting a relative yesterday and didn’t have time to write. I’ll post one chapter in the early morning and another chapter at noon. 〗