1142 Tell Me… Who Are You?
The magic array shone. The outer magic array spun clockwise, while the inner magic array spun counterclockwise.
A huge suction energy spread out from within, constantly sucking the steam, fragrance, and spiritual energy meandering around the sacrificial dishes.
Bu Fang’s words were like the chime of a morning bell ringing in everyone’s ears, causing them to suck in a breath of cold air.
This man not only changed the recipes, he even added one more dish into it.
Is he trying to stir something?
Changing the sacrificial dishes like this… Is this not angering the unparalleled existence in the God Vanishing Mountain?
The surrounding people’s gaze at Bu Fang had utterly changed. It was like they were looking at a reckless guy who did not know death.
In their eyes, Bu Fang’s actions were indeed reckless.
The possessed High Priestess’ brows furrowed, looking at the four sacrificial dishes. Her gaze had a slight trace of suspicion flash past it.
Spring Wind, Summer Wound, Autumn Obscurity… These were the recipes that she had passed to Goddess City.
But Bu Fang had actually added a dish into the original menu called Winter’s Mourning.
Not only that, he had also even come up with the name for these sacrificial dishes…
Indeed, these sacrificial dishes had a name. It was the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine, something an old friend had passed to her thousands of years ago…
It was used to treat injuries.
However, these recipes were badly deficient, and she was well aware that they held many flaws.
But in these thousand years, no one had been able to fix those flaws.
Previously, a chef had attempted to change this Immortal Medicinal Cuisine, but he had actually caused the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine to turn into an incomparably toxic poison. Fortunately, after eating it, it did not affect her much.
But there was no benefit either.
Hence, she did not allow any other chefs to change the sacrificial recipes any longer. Anyone who changed the recipes would be killed on the spot.
Watching the four dishes that shone with the magic arrays, the surrounding people did not dare to let out a single breath.
Seeing the High Priestess’ silence, Bu Fang slightly heaved a sigh of relief.
He knew that this woman’s heart had been moved.
The instant he saw the recipes of the three dishes, he knew that they were describing the Elixir Cuisine, no…. It was the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine that was even superior to the Elixir Cuisine.
The energy revolving within was extremely bright, causing the medicinal effect of the immortal herbs and ingredients to be displayed fully.
It was perfect without flaws. But because it was too perfect, it would cause the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine to lose its effectiveness with any change and become an incomparably toxic poison.
Earlier, Bu Fang had gone through countless dry runs to finally come up with this change. This was thanks to his skills going through so many tests and advancements.
If this were to happen in the past, he would not have the confidence to make such changes.
Moreover, Winter’s Mourning was made by following the system’s instructions.
Although he knew that Winter’s Mourning was not the best pairing to these three dishes, it was at least better than the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine with only three dishes.
“Since that is the case, then I will give it a try. I hope you did not lie to me. If you lied, you know that you will have no way of walking out of… this city,” the High Priestess coldly said.
Then, she turned her body, leaving Bu Fang with a silhouette.
The High Priestess walked in front of the spirit gold dining table, attracting everyone’s gaze.
They stared at her in trepidation. Right now, she was extremely terrifying.
The High Priestess who was able to communicate with the peerless existence in God Vanishing Mountain had always been frightening.
The magic array continued to spin.
The High Priestess reached out two palms. With her hands, she constantly drew seals.
The slender fingers rapidly changed. Soon, a wave of mysterious fluctuation spread out from them.
Ring…
With a ringing sound, a comet light shot out from her, landing into the magic array. As the magic array spun, it scattered a mysterious fluctuation, covering the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine dishes.
Soon, the four dishes blurred, then vanished from the spirit gold dining table.
Clang.
With a loud clanging sound, the golden scepter fell, flying into the High Priestess’ hands.
The terrifying pressure around the imperial hall suddenly vanished. At the same time, everyone felt the hand that loomed over their hearts vanish.
Everyone bent their waists, violently panting. The pressure was everywhere, making them struggle to breathe.
Has that unparalleled existence left?
The High Priestess held the scepter, gently heaving a sigh of relief. Sweat covered her forehead.
She raised her head, gazing at Bu Fang with a complicated look.
Although she had been possessed by the unparalleled existence of the God Vanishing Mountain, she had seen everything. Of course, with the perspective of a bystander.
This man…
His courage and spirit made her slightly shocked.
To be able to remain so calm in front of that God Vanishing Mountain existence… he was certainly not ordinary. He could even be compared to that Nether King Tian Cang from the past.
However…
To change the sacrificial dishes on his own discretion was a huge crime.
In the thousands of years of serving the sacrificial dishes, many chefs had attempted to change them, but they had yet to make an effective change, causing their blood to be spilled on countless imperial feasts.
On what basis was he so confident that his changes would be able to obtain recognition from that peerless existence?
The High Priestess did not speak. She quietly waited on her spot, knowing she would be able to know this man’s fate soon.
If this man was exaggerating and lied to that existence, he would definitely be killed on the spot.
In the distance…
Empress Bi Luo narrowed her eyes, watching in excitement.
This little chef…. Is he really that confident?
No one had succeeded in changing the recipes for thousands of years, but this little chef had done so in just a few days? And had added a dish on as well?
If Bu Fang’s changes were successful, then the chance to enter the God Vanishing Mountain…
Empress Bi Luo smiled playfully.
At this moment, everyone’s hearts were filled with emotion. Their gazes at Bu Fang were extremely complicated.
But almost no one thought well of Bu Fang.
Most importantly, for thousands of years, so many chefs had yet to succeed, yet this male chef… had successfully changed it in a few days?
Everyone did not look favorably on him, but… they found it truly remarkable!
Meanwhile, Jing Yuan had recovered her spirits. Looking at Bu Fang, who was standing beside her, her eyes instantly turned red.
Pressing her lips together into a tight line, a feeling like she was about to cry welled up…
She was scared silly, but she now understood everything. Facing the High Priestess’ fury, she now knew how foolish her decision was.
“Bu… Head Chef Bu…” Jing Yuan softly stammered. Her small face was ash white, without a trace of blood.
However, Bu Fang did not reply to her, and this made her face turn even paler.
“I…”
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words came out, Bu Fang’s calm and emotionless voice cut her off.
“It’s okay. Don’t blame yourself. Just this once… Do not do it again.”
Jing Yuan pursed her lips, gently giving an ‘en’ as tears started to fall.
“Go to the imperial palace’s kitchen and bring out the remaining twelve dishes. It’s about time to serve them. Also, bring the prepared wine over,” Bu Fang said.
Jing Yuan froze. Not caring that she was crying, she stood up, nodding her head. She gave Bu Fang a bow, then turned to head towards the kitchen.
The three maids that had been so frightened that their legs gave out also hurriedly left.
The entire imperial hall became silent again. Gazes all shot over, landing on Bu Fang’s body.
The ladies’ nature of gossiping was once again released at this instant. Their heads turned as they chattered nonstop.
Suddenly, Empress Bi Luo stood up, and a hushed silence fell on the hall once again.
The High Priestess supported herself with the scepter as she panted, bowing her figure.
Obviously, being possessed by that existence was not a small feat. After all, that one’s power was too mighty.
The Empress gave a glance at the maids behind her.
The two maids instantly understood her meaning. Bringing the spirit gold chair over, they placed it behind the High Priestess.
The High Priestess slightly smiled, giving Empress Bi Luo a bow. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
After saying that, she sat down, the golden scepter being held by the maids. Her hands then laid on her knees as she stared at Bu Fang calmly.
After a while, Jing Yuan slowly came over. Her hands held a blue-and-white porcelain wine jar.
Passing the wine jar to Bu Fang, she then clapped her hands.
Then, from behind, twelve maids all gathered, their hands holding blue-and-white plates covered with a lid.
Bu Fang took the wine jar and slowly took a step. The instant he moved, the gazes of the entire hall moved with him.
He walked in front of the spirit gold dining table, then opened the lid. After that, he took out two blue-and-white porcelain cups.
A dense wine fragrance drifted out from the jar, spreading across the hall. It made the eyes of everyone present light up!
That wine… is so fragrant!
It was the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine.
This was the surprise for this time’s imperial feast. It was his treasure, and he did not have much of it himself.
This small jar was already half of his stock.
After pouring two cups of wine, Bu Fang held the wine cups and walked to the High Priestess’ side.
Passing a wine cup to her, the High Priestess’ cold face was instantly raised. She looked at Bu Fang suspiciously, furrowing her nicely drawn brows. “What is the meaning of this?”
The surrounding people did not understand either.
“Drink some wine to relieve some pressure,” Bu Fang said.
The High Priestess froze, but she reached out her hands to hold the wine cup. She lowered her head to look at the clear liquid swirling in the blue-and-white porcelain cup.
The High Priestess’ gaze was a little dazed right now.
Bu Fang did not care about her, drinking down the wine in his cup in one go.
Once the wine entered his stomach, the boiling heat surged into his body from his throat, causing him to feel a wave of warmth.
“Nice!” Bu Fang expressionlessly said.
The chill he got from that unparalleled existence in God Vanishing Mountain vanished. Indeed, drinking a cup of wine could relieve the pressure.
In the distance…
The Empress had long helped herself to a cup of wine.
With a slurping sound, the wine entered her stomach, causing her red lips to turn even plumper. A flush also appeared on her pale face.
The Empress’ eyes instantly lit up. “Good wine!”
The High Priestess had snapped to her senses, her face recovering its coldness.
Giving Bu Fang a side glance, she held the wine cup with one hand while the other held her sleeve as she gently swallowed a mouthful.
However, just as the wine cup touched her red lips, and right when the wine flowed inside…
A terrifying aura once again appeared in the imperial hall.
Pfftt!
The High Priestess that had just drunk a mouthful instantly spat out the wine in her mouth.
Putting down her wine cup, she stood up, respectfully bowing her body to where that pressure appeared. She raised both her hands as she placed it above her forehead.
The illusionary void twisted. Then, a golden light flashed past.
In the next instant…
Bu Fang felt a wave of terrifying energy once again, his mouth twitching.
Looks like he would need another cup of this pressure-relieving wine again…
At this moment, everyone in the imperial hall was on tenterhooks. It was like a huge hand had grasped their hearts again.
It appeared again!
The unparalleled existence of the God Vanishing Mountain had come once again.
This time… it must be to settle things with that man!
In thousands of years, the people who had changed the recipes of the sacrificial dishes… had all been killed! Not one had been spared!
This male chef… is about to be killed too!
Boom!
Suddenly, the High Priestess sat on the spirit gold chair, her head tilting.
Her vision was filled with a shocking intent that spread out!
A terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
As her eyes stared hard at Bu Fang, her ice-cold voice resounded across the entire hall.
“Tell me, who exactly are you? Why do you have the complete recipe of the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine?!”
The moment her words came out… everyone was shocked!