To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 506 - 297: Illusory Realm (First Update)_2
Chapter 506: Chapter 297: Illusory Realm (First Update)_2
“He didn’t jump over the wall; by that time he had already disappeared,” Fang Cheng said.
“This is different from the legend. Does Mr. Fang Cheng have any historical evidence?”
“Confirmed with my own eyes.”
“Haha, Mr. Fang Cheng really has a sense of humor.”
Chen Rang nodded in satisfaction, feeling that Fang Cheng was also quite good at livening up the atmosphere.
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However, Mukuai on the side watched this and felt that Fang Cheng was not joking.
The Great Heavenly Lord must have really seen it!
“Buddha Jumps Over the Wall” requires a long simmering time, but both major guilds have their own secret weapons, including one which can speed up the cooking process and save time.
With this thing, a soup that would normally take hours to prepare can now be ready in ten to fifteen minutes, without any compromise in color, aroma, or flavor.
A common “Buddha Jumps Over the Wall” is just a five-star delicacy, but the two chefs had improved the dish, using only the finest ingredients that even glimmered.
Just seeing the raw ingredients made some players with gaming pods swallow hard, while the Disciples of the Celestial Sect overseeing the process cast frequent glances, their gaze as cold and indifferent as ever.
Within minutes, the aroma of “Buddha Jumps Over the Wall” permeated the surroundings.
This fragrance was so enticing, with a variety of aromas dancing in the air, incredibly graceful. A multitude of flavors combined seamlessly, condensing countless precious ingredients into one pot of exquisite taste.
Seeing everyone’s reactions, Qian Xiaohao proudly flashed an eight-toothed smile at Gong Gong.
As a non-typical second-generation rich, he was also a person who loved gaming, just his interest in gaming was different from others.
Rich people should splurge in games.
If money can solve the problem, there’s no need for intense effort!
Based on this principle, Qian Xiaohao madly splurged in “God of Cookery,” recruiting troops and horses to establish the Gourmet Alliance with his friends, doing nothing every day but sitting and waiting for gourmet food to come his way.
However, Gong Gong’s presence threw a wrench into his grand culinary plans. This naughty little girl actually felt his splurging was wrong and even interfered with his agenda. Such matters simply couldn’t be tolerated.
Unfortunately, now it was time to turn the tables.
His chefs were real-life master chefs, his ingredients were the best in the game, while all you could find were second-rate goods. How could you compete with me!
In the midst of his pride, he saw Gong Gong bring out something.
It was a stove-like object with a bronze exterior, simple and square. The aura emitted from it was rich, and one could faintly see a green dragon flying and a phoenix chirping.
Seeing this object, Fang Cheng finally showed a bit of interest, “Zhongming Tripod, so this thing is here.”
“Mr. Fang Cheng, what is that?” Chen Rang asked, puzzled.
He was also seeing this artifact for the first time, which Gong Gong must have specifically found and kept hidden as a secret weapon for this competition.
“A Food God Sect’s Immortal Artifact, the things made with it are very delicious.”
“…That’s it?”
“Yes, indeed very delicious.”
With the artifact set up, Gong Gong directly said to Qian Xiaohao, “Admit defeat. When it comes to gourmet food, you can’t beat me.”
“What a joke.”
“Then you’re just humiliating yourself. Tai Yin, proceed.”
Gong Gong sent a large amount of ingredients into the tripod, and with each ingredient added, a dazzling ray of light burst forth from within it.
But unlike the dazzling effects, not a hint of the food’s aroma emerged; the crowd could only see the rays of light, completely unaware of what was actually happening inside.
No one knew how much stuff was stuffed in there; eventually, the grooves under the tripod opened, and pill-sized balls dropped like pearls – exactly eighteen of them.
The eighteen balls looked like shimmering orbs, with cloud patterns engraved on them.
Although no fragrance was present, for some reason, upon seeing the eighteen balls, the spectators couldn’t stop salivating as if floodgates had opened.
The one most affected was Qian Xiaohao on the opposite side. Staring at the balls, he felt as if he heard a voice, telling him to put these balls into his mouth immediately, or he would lose the chance.
Swallowing over and over, Qian Xiaohao suddenly raised his hand and shouted, “I object! This isn’t cooking at all, this is alchemy!”
“Then why don’t you report yourself? Clearly, you can’t cook at all, yet you insist on coming here to make a fool of yourself,” said Gong Gong, crossing his arms and sneering.
“You—!”
The scene was also chaotic, as Gong Gong’s behavior sparked much controversy, leaving people unsure whether this still counted as cooking.
Chen Rang also turned his head and asked Mr. Fang Cheng beside him, “Mr. Fang Cheng, what do you think, does this count as a violation of the rules?”
“Not at all. Cooking and alchemy essentially mean the same thing.”
Chen Rang immediately perked up with interest, leaned in, and asked, “Mr. Fang, could you please explain?”
“Both involve various ingredients, both require control of the heat, and both need knowledge of different treatment methods for different items. Fundamentally, cooking is alchemy, with one targeting the upper class and the other the lower class, that’s all.”
“Oh, I see. So Gong Gong’s method doesn’t violate the rules, right?”
“Her method doesn’t break the rules, but she herself has.”
Gong Gong shuddered violently, feeling she was about to be in trouble.
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However, in the midst of the competition, she couldn’t afford to be distracted and submitted the dumplings she had made, waiting for the Supreme Elder’s judgment.
Qian Xiaohao’s Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Gong Gong’s dumplings were brought forward together and, compared to the huge phantom in the sky, these two dishes were as insignificant as dust, not enough for even one bite.
After silently consuming these offerings, the Supreme Elder said nothing; instead, his disciples announced, “The second round.”
“Wait a minute, what’s the result?” Qian Xiaohao immediately asked.
“If the Supreme Elder does not speak, that means it’s a tie.”
Before Qian Xiaohao could raise any objections, the second round had already begun.
The scene suddenly changed, and the vast square seemed to have been transported into the heart of a ruin.
It was as if the city had just been swept by a terrifying magic artifact, with the largest piece of debris not bigger than a fist, showing how ferocious the enemy was that had destroyed this place.
Refugees were everywhere, with children’s cries and parents’ sighs of despair filling the air.
These people were so on edge that any slight sound would make them scream in terror, triggering a chain reaction among all the refugees here.
The refugees, starving and on the brink of collapse, bore injuries, and surviving to this point was a miracle in itself.
Moreover, because of the game pod, everything felt vividly lifelike. It was as if one was truly seeing these refugees, standing right beside them.
In this illusion, the Supreme Elder finally spoke, “This is the sight we, the Food God Sect, were greeted with when we first came here. We were attacked by the lingering malice of the Greed Demon Lord. Fortunately, we had help from the Immortal Assembly, allowing us to arrive here. As you can see, the people are exhausted, everyone starving. The challenge for this round is to feed them.”
Looking around, there seemed to be thousands of starving people, far beyond the capacity of a few contestants to feed.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a culinary competition? Why bring us here?” asked Gong Gong with confusion.
Qian Xiaohao, rarely in agreement with Gong Gong, quickly added, “Shouldn’t we be making gourmet food for you to taste, and you choose the most impressive dish?”
“… ‘Food is the sky’, that is the foundational principle of the Food God Sect. When did we ever say it was about competing on the taste?”
“But…”
“If you do not wish to compete, then forfeit,” the Supreme Elder said indifferently, causing dissatisfaction in both parties; but the situation was set, and the competition had to begin.
When they actually started, however, they found the situation was quite bad.
Water had to be fetched, dough had to be kneaded, rice had to be steamed. All ingredients were available, but coordinating the timing proved difficult.
Moreover, their focus had always been on elaborate, high-end dishes, and their speed suffered as a result. Both teams barely managed two servings of food after much time, which disappeared after just a few bites.
The children’s crying grew louder, and some people even resorted to eating raw rice, a scene reminiscent of starving ghosts, turning the place into a virtual hell. It left those with experiences of hunger pale, as if haunted by memories.
The pressure from the surroundings caused the contestants to fumble even more, and the dishes were made slower and slower. Even knowing this was just an illusion in the game, listening to children crying out with hunger made it impossible for anyone to remain calm.
In the audience stands, a little boy tugged on Wu Wei’s sleeve and said softly, “Uncle…”
“Sigh… I know.”
Watching the scene unfolding before him, Wu Wei knew he had to step up to the plate.
He stood up, and under the gaze of all, walked towards the competition stage.
