Food System in Cultivation World-Chapter 446 - 412: Tit for Tat, Competing for Supremacy
Master Mao laughed heartily, full of joy.
He unexpectedly opened his mouth and said he wanted to take Chen Xu as his disciple.
Spectators like Zhou Hou were dumbfounded then and there.
No, how did things develop to this point? How did it suddenly turn out like this?
Brother Chen, isn’t Brother Chen a Spirit Chef?
Could it be that he suddenly transforms into their Martial Uncle?
You must know, this Brother Chen hasn’t even officially joined the sect yet!
Theoretically, since Chen Xu entered later, he should be the younger disciple.
However, in the world of cultivation, strength is respected. Chen Xu, being in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, also possessed extraordinary Spirit Chef qualifications. Out of respect, Zhou Hou politely stepped back, which is why he took the initiative to call Chen Xu Brother.
But this doesn’t mean that Zhou Hou wants to suddenly have an extra Martial Uncle.
As for Ye Ningzhen, she was even more bewildered.
She thought she hadn’t lost her memory. She had just looked at Chen Xu, clearly intending to recommend him, hoping Master Mao would notice Chen Xu’s Spirit Chef skills.
But who knew that after Master Mao’s inspection, things would take such an inexplicable turn.
In the middle, Ye Ningzhen actually tried to clarify things several times.
But one, Master Mao’s actions were as fast as lightning; two, it wasn’t appropriate for her to interrupt a Nascent Soul ancestor’s enthusiasm.
To the point where, in the end, like Zhou Hou, the same thought echoed in Ye Ningzhen’s mind:
By the Celestial Venerable, isn’t this going to give her an extra Martial Uncle out of nowhere?
Ye Ningzhen was anxious, yet there was nothing she could do about it. Having just overexerted herself, she was now in pain all over, short of breath.
She had a lump in her throat, wanting to say something immediately, yet couldn’t get a word out.
Only to see Master Mao kindly ask Chen Xu, "How about now? Do you have any questions you’d like to ask your master?"
Ye Ningzhen’s eyes widened.
What?
The person hasn’t even agreed yet, and you’ve already declared yourself their master?
Suddenly, there was a sound of mechanical wheels rolling urgently outside the hall.
Following this was a frantic shout:
"Old Hong, Old Hong. Oh, can you slow down? Aren’t you seriously ill, weak, and exhausted of Primordial Qi?
Don’t go so fast; that Wind Control of yours, can you hold back a bit?
All this Spiritual Qi is getting disturbed by you, woe..."
Before the voice fell, there seemed to be a strong gust of wind sweeping in from outside the hall.
Amidst the gust, the sound of machinery could be heard.
Rumbling, it was actually a wheelchair!
On the wheelchair sat a middle-aged man with a head full of gray and white long hair, sunken eyes.
He was so thin that he was out of shape, exuding an indescribable sense of decadence and gloom.
Yet when he propelled his wheelchair, rushing into the hall like a gale, he seemed like a majestic ancient tree from the high mountains.
The heavy and withered aura hit everyone simultaneously.
The wheelchair crossed the blue-gold tiles of the hall, appearing instantly before Chen Xu.
"Chen Xu!" The newcomer uttered in a deep, rhythmic voice, staring fixedly at Chen Xu with peculiar light flashing in his eyes.
"What Brother Ge said, it’s indeed you, isn’t it?
The Spring Breeze Melts Snow Drink you made, I’ve tasted it, your talent is good, indeed you have a certain spirituality in the realm of Spirit Chefs.
So, I’ll allow you to become my final..."
What he was going to say was "final disciple."
However, before the word "disciple" could be uttered, a large cattail fan suddenly extended from the side.
With a crisp snap, the fan slapped on the armrest of the wheelchair.
Seeing this, the Spiritual Light on the wheelchair flickered.
And the fan too shimmered with light.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Ah, it turns out this wheelchair has built-in mechanisms; once touched by foreign force, it automatically retaliates with magic.
However, at this moment, it was Master Mao, the Nascent Soul ancestor, who extended that cattail fan.
Master Mao’s cultivation was incredibly profound; the reflexive magic from the wheelchair simply couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
Of course, this was because neither side had malicious intent.
Master Mao merely wanted to interrupt the man’s speech, and the person on the wheelchair, only then did he seem to finally react, noticing Master Mao’s presence.
He suddenly turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Ancestor!"
This person was none other than Hong Xuanji, another Sixth Grade Spirit Chef of the Divine Mechanism Sect, Master Hong.
The scene became somewhat awkwardly stagnant.
No one had expected Hong Xuanji to appear at this moment, nor did they expect that upon his arrival, he too wanted to take Chen Xu as a disciple.
But there was only one Chen Xu.
Master Mao said he wanted to take a disciple, and so did Master Hong. Who should Chen Xu ultimately become a disciple of?
Zhou Hou swallowed hard at the side, involuntarily taking a step back.
Not only did he retreat himself, but he also discreetly moved in the direction of Ye Ningzhen.
This good junior brother was worried that if the two elders ended up in a conflict, the now injured and weakened Senior Sister Ye might be caught in the crossfire.
As he moved, he even prepared in his mind to pick up Senior Sister Ye and run.
Yet, although he was so scared and anxious in his heart, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on Chen Xu’s side.
Sometimes he glanced with indirection at Master Mao, and other times he sneakily peeked at Hong Xuanji.
He simply couldn’t resist looking!
Master Mao was, after all, a Nascent Soul ancestor, while Master Hong, no matter how accomplished in Spirit Chef skills, was only at the Golden Core Stage.
Would he persist in "snatching a disciple"?
He saw Hong Xuanji sitting on the wheelchair, hands clasped together, first respectfully saluting Master Mao:
"Ancestor, disciple greets the ancestor."
After such a salute, Hong Xuanji’s withered face broke into a joyful smile right away:
"Ancestor, this disciple has encountered an extraordinarily gifted Spirit Chef prospect!
The lineage of Spirit Chefs in our Divine Mechanism Sect finally has someone to succeed it. The heavens haven’t forsaken my Hong family Spirit Chefs.
Ancestor, this child is Chen Xu, take a look, how do you find him?
Isn’t he worthy of being my fine disciple?"
As these words were spoken, both Zhou Hou and Ye Ningzhen couldn’t help but widen their eyes, revealing the glow of "so it is" in their eyes.
Well, who would have thought.
Master Hong turned out to be such a Master Hong.
One would think he might confront the Nascent Soul ancestor directly or simply retreat, but who would have expected him not to follow either route.
What does he aim to do?
Oh, no.
He arrived late; he might not even know that Master Mao also intends to take Chen Xu as a disciple.
So, Hong Xuanji is merely "simply" expressing his desire to take in a disciple?
Only to see Master Mao’s eyebrows furrow, his expression seemed slightly awkward.
But shaking the cattail fan in his hand, he lightly coughed and straightforwardly replied:
"That’s not possible, Xuanji, you are late.
This child has been chosen by me to be my disciple.
Why, do you now wish to take your junior brother to your cavern as a disciple?"
Ah, this is what happens when cultivation surpasses everyone.
With a greater rank and stronger cultivation, there’s simply no resolution.
Zhou Hou quickly shifted his eyes back towards Hong Xuanji, curious about how this Martial Uncle would respond.
But seeing Hong Xuanji’s expression turn desolate at once.
Combined with his withered face, such a demeanor, truly people with hearts of stone couldn’t help but feel some pity when they saw it.
Hong Xuanji spoke in a low, melancholy voice, "Has the ancestor indeed taken Chen Xu as a disciple?
Does the ancestor know, Chen Xu possesses excellent Spirit Chef potential? Able to produce Seventh Grade Spirit Chef items?
Ancestor, how could we let a Seventh Grade Spirit Chef abandon the path of Spirit Chefs..."
These words surprised Master Mao in turn.
