"Culinary Arts: lv100 [Max Level]!"
Not only did the "Comprehension Crystal" have a hormonal effect; in fact, the culinary skill level data on the panel, after several major events, was very close to maxed out, and this travel accumulation felt more like clearing the channels to flow into the sea.
Xia Yu showed no emotion, and wasn’t particularly pleased with this "accumulation" from travel.
After all, it isn’t a ga; level and culinary skills don’t directly equate. For Xia Yu, his understanding of the Chef God System’s levels is just a stable way to obtain talent points.
Thus.
The max level culinary skill ans that in the future, if Xia Yu wants to obtain more talent points, he can only hope for the system gods to kindly send a few small tasks his way.
However...
Flipping open his culinary skill tab, glancing at a row of skill icons all showing "Max Level, Cannot Upgrade" words, Xia Yu’s lips finally curled into a faint arc, "Level maxed, skills maxed, no more room for improvent... So, is the so-called ’Chef God System’ going to freeze this data panel before the Heavenly King Realm? Is this the end?"
Beep, the system chanically answered, "Data model awaiting update and upgrade."
Waiting?
This is interesting. Xia Yu chuckled, "Are you waiting for to create my personal dragon killing? Sufficient enough to defeat a Heavenly King’s finishing masterpiece."
"Yes!"
This ti the system didn’t hesitate, accurately giving a response, "If the host obtains ’Personal Dragon Killing’, your data panel title will add ’Killing Dragon Chef’, and the system will undergo a major update and upgrade."
"Then let’s prepare for battle."
In the hotel suite bed, Xia Yu stretched out big lazily. Before turning off the lights to rest his eyes, he sent out a mass text ssage he had long drafted, with recipients including Dragon Head Zhu Ji, ’Gourt Society’ Leader Lance, three Sages of the ’IGO Organization’, and Tiqie Xianzuowen far in Neon.
The Heavenly King battle is about to comnce, and looking from the dia’s opinion for the past six months, that Heavenly King on the Aegean Sea hasn’t retreated or feared battle, letting events and influences fernt, possessing the composure of a big boss sitting on high watching the clamor.
The battle is imminent.
...
Beep!
China, White Jade Tower.
In the study, an elderly man paints national scenery with a brush, his expression calm and tranquil. Hearing the mobile phone suddenly vibrate with a ssage on the table, he can’t help but put down the brush, open the ssage, and an extraordinary expression erges on his face, making Ye Feizhou, who stands by the table, watch with curiosity, "Dragon Head, what is this ssage?"
Zhu Ji’s eyes flash a sharpness like a blade, sweeping towards the white rice paper painting on the desk, sketched with black ink—
Peculiar shaped cabinet.
Two cabinet doors, coiling dragons, flying phoenixes, ancient patterns covering all sides.
This is undoubtedly the "Spiritual Treasure Vault"!
"It’s ti for the eighth culinary tool to return!" Zhu Ji said after putting down the brush.
Ye Feizhou shuddered suddenly, excitent, concern, and a wave of heroism surged in his heart. He clenched his fist, his handso face flushed, saying, "Even during the era of geniuses a century ago, that gourt golden age, there was only one instance of a young genius challenging a Heavenly King! Liu Maoxing defeated Dark World Leader Kaiyou!"
The second half of the sentence, not yet spoken, is precisely what stirred Ye Feizhou’s heroism.
This generation—
Another young prodigy challenges the Heavenly King!
Regardless of victory or defeat, he will engrave his na in the history of the Chinese Cuisine World!
Striking!
...
Beep!
North Arica, ’Gourt Society’ Headquarters.
Deep inside the underground research lab, Leader Lance is covered with tubes, tallic wires connecting the chair beneath him. So unknown life mutation is occurring at Lance’s genetic level, evident as Lance’s skin becos increasingly glossy, like the effect after exercising and sweating. This is precisely the transformation of ’pseudo-god’ on Lance’s food cells.
With a sci-fi sensation, the chamber door opens, and an elderly man in a white coat enters. Lance opens his eyes, seeing the chief researcher handing him a phone, he can’t help but frown, "Is there important information?"
The elderly researcher said, "This is your personal phone, there’s a new text ssage, I thought you might want to see it."
A personal phone signifies that very few people know the number, and the group of close subordinates knows he is reclusive in the lab and won’t disturb easily. Lance squinted his eyes, took the phone, glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"How much longer?" Lance asked.
The old researcher knew this was about the "transformation" plan. He replied unhurriedly, "In fact, it’s already in the final stages. It’s expected to reach full completion by tomorrow morning. Do you need to help book the flight?"
"I’ll do it myself!"
Lance imdiately opened the flight booking app on his phone.
"By the way—" Returning the phone to the old researcher, Lance suddenly said, "Where is Tiqie Ji? Bring him back to . This ti I’m only taking him to Europe. Haha, if things go smoothly, that fool should step down... and with Tiqie as our father-in-law, our gourt association would have a deep political connection with the new Heavenly King..."
The old researcher nodded.
...
Nightti at the teahouse of the Tiqie Mansion.
Master Yizhen had descended the mountain again and was visiting Tiqie Xianzuowen, playing a ga of Go.
Xianzuowen, playing with black stones, placed a piece on the board with a crisp snap and spoke in a rather playful tone: "Yizhen, your senses have always been keen. Did you sll sothing this ti and decide to co down the mountain? Haha, I know you don’t like to move around much."
Master Yizhen didn’t hurry to place his stone. He stroked the tuft of white beard on his chin and casually smiled: "It’s been half a year. Several months have passed, and the gourt world is just too quiet."
He pointed to the dark night sky.
The sky was covered in clouds, obscuring even the stars, and the moon barely shone through the layers of clouds.
"Look, the clouds are pressing down on the city." The old monk showed a typical sage’s smile.
Beep!
Suddenly, a ssage vibrated on a phone casually placed on the tatami under the go table. Tiqie Xianzuowen picked it up, glanced at the lit-up screen, his eyebrows twitched slightly, then placed the phone back, picked up another black stone, and said, "Aren’t you going to make a move? I’ve already decided how to proceed."
"Haha!"
Master Yizhen suddenly pushed the board, waving his large robe sleeves across the board, scattering the ga, "I won’t play anymore, let’s go. On this trip abroad, Xianzuowen, you have to take care of . The last ti I traveled abroad was in my youth. Ah, decades have passed in the blink of an eye, a century has turned. Without an experienced guide, I’m afraid I’ll get lost."
Tiqie Xianzuowen couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation, "I was about to defeat your ga... what a shaless old rogue!"
That said, the Far Moon Commander quickly clapped his hands to summon the steward.
...
Aegean Sea Mansion.
"Shh!"
Doris raised her finger to her lips for the steward, while upstairs, there were occasional roars and sounds of angry smashing.
For the past six months, her Heavenly King father had grown increasingly irritable.
After a while, the noise subsided. Upstairs in the living room, Doris found Gaius crouched on the floor. The middle-aged man, wearing only a silk robe, was squatting there, staring at a crumpled culinary magazine on the floor.
From Doris’ perspective, she could vaguely see the headline on one page:
The Fall of Heavenly King Gaius.
"Pfft—" Doris couldn’t help but giggle, which imdiately drew a cold, icy gaze. Gaius turned his head chanically, but Doris persisted at the staircase, saying to herself, "Ah, another tabloid is criticizing my Heavenly King father. In fact, my dear father, with your power and influence in the diterranean, even across all of Europe, a single word from you could crush a mass of such tabloid dia. But why, in this past half-year, have you done nothing?"
Gaius coldly replied, "These tabloids are like grass, cut them down, and they grow again."
"Then don’t look, just close your eyes, wouldn’t that be better?" Doris’s shoulders shook with laughter, "Every ti you see those slanderous news articles, you get furious. If you went online, visited forums, and read comnts, wouldn’t you drive yourself crazy with anger?"
Gaius’s face darkened, "You are always defying your great father... Why is that? Clearly, I raised you as my daughter. At such a critical juncture, our father-daughter relationship should be united, defeating foreign enemies together... two sharing one joy... Why is that, you only t him once..."
Doris earnestly said, "You should take your dicine."
"I’m not sick!"
"No, you have been sick for a long ti, and it’s very serious. If you don’t treat it, it will beco a terminal illness."
"..."
"To hell with it!!"
Gaius’s face suddenly contorted in rage as he tore the crumpled magazine to shreds, "I will prove to all of you, I’m not sick! Do you know why I let the topics and public opinion spread, quietly watching as the hype escalates? To be honest, I have waited too long... I just want to give a harsh slap that awakens the whole world! The Heavenly King is high above and cannot lose!"
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