Chapter 1917: What Else Is Being Announced?

"Shī xiōng, the outcome is already decided."

"Looking at Wu Zhong, whose face was dark enough to drip water, this chief senior disciple said with a regretful expression."

"There's no need to compare anymore; they had all previously tasted the dishes made by Ye Zhangqing, and although each only got a little, that flavor is still fresh in their memory, ah."

"Although Wu Zhong this time could be said to have performed exceptionally, he just fears comparison."

"Wu Zhong made no mistakes; his Chúyì was absolutely on point, yet that very fact makes it more despairing, because he clearly lost due to lack of strength."

"Ye Zhangqing's Chúyì completely overwhelms Wu Zhong's; there's no denying that."

"But upon hearing the chief senior disciple's words at this moment, Wu Zhong utterly disbelieved, gritting his teeth, he turned his head and glared at him, saying."

"\"Absurd, I will lose to him? \""

"This Ye, merely an Emperor Sovereign cultivator, while he has already reached the Immortal realm and has been the Young City Lord for many years."

"Will he lose?"

"Wu Zhong simply cannot accept this result; even now he still doesn't believe he will lose."

"Seeing Wu Zhong's murderous expression, this chief senior disciple wisely chose to stay silent, not arguing with him."

"He feared that if he spoke further he would be beaten; anyone could see that Wu Zhong at this moment had already reached the brink of madness."

"Seeing the disciples following him all fall into silence, though each of their expressions showed something strange."

"Even if they didn't speak, Wu Zhong could guess what they were thinking in their hearts."

"It's obvious they think Wu Zhong is inferior to that Ye, ah."

"Yet Wu Zhong stubbornly refuses to accept this fact; how could he possibly be inferior to Ye Zhangqing?"

"He let out a cold snort, face darkened, and Wu Zhong strode toward Ye Zhangqing."

"Of course, he wasn't looking for trouble; Huang Lao, Bai Yuan, and the other powerhouses of Cooking King Immortal City, as well as all the Elders, were present, and Wu Zhong dared not cause trouble, even though he was the Young City Lord."

"He simply wanted everyone to come over and taste his dishes."

"But as soon as he entered the crowd, Wu Zhong's face darkened, and he instantly spotted Hei Lao mingling among the people."

"That old fellow was also holding a large bowl, eating there with oil dripping from his mouth."

"Damn it, you are my Protector of the Way; what are you eating here?"

"\"Hei Lao. \""

"He gritted his teeth and shouted; upon hearing someone call him, Hei Lao, who had been bowing his head and eating voraciously, lifted his head and looked toward the sound."

"He instantly saw Wu Zhong, whose face was as black as a pot bottom, blinked slightly, but quickly came to his senses and said calmly."

"\"I came to taste the flavor, nothing else. \""

"\"Have you tasted enough? \""

"In response, Wu Zhong's face grew even darker; seeing this, Hei Lao also turned his head to glance at the stove."

"Only to see that those several large barrels had already been snatched clean by the crowd, not a hair left, even the broth poured out completely dry."

"A flicker of reluctance flashed in his eyes before he turned his head to reply to Wu Zhong."

"\"All right, all right. \""

"After saying that, still unwilling to waste a bit, he licked the remaining scraps of food and rice in the bowl until it was spotless."

"Watching Hei Lao's series of actions, Wu Zhong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth as he said."

"\"All right then, come taste mine. \""

"This is my Protector of the Way; why are you running over to someone else's place?"

"Next, under Wu Zhong's murderous gaze, the disciples, having no choice, could only come to his stove to sample his Chúyì."

"Of course, the main reason is that Ye Zhangqing's side has nothing left."

"Ordinary disciples need not even think about it; they can't get any, look at the Elders—over half of them didn't manage to get food—so what chance do these disciples have?"

"Fighting the Elders for food—isn't that just asking for death?"

"So everyone simply came over to Wu Zhong's side."

"After merely tasting a mouthful of Wu Zhong's dishes, many disciples' faces involuntarily flashed a strange hue."

"The taste was not bad; it could absolutely be called delicious, but there was always a feeling that it was lacking just a bit."

"Especially when compared to the dishes Ye Zhangqing had just made, it hardly aroused any interest."

"So the many disciples merely took a few symbolic bites, then put down their bowls and chopsticks."

"And Wu Zhong, seeing this, asked with a livid face."

"\"How is it? \""

"\"Shī xiōng's Chúyì remains as perfect as ever. \""

"\"Shī xiōng's Chúyì leaves the junior brothers in the dust. \""

"\"Delicious, rarely found in the world, ah. \""

"\"Shī xiōng's Chúyì has improved again; junior brothers congratulate Shī xiōng. \""

"Faced with Wu Zhong's inquiry, the disciples all spoke up without hesitation to praise."

"Yet faced with all this praise, Wu Zhong felt no joy at all; instead, his expression grew increasingly grim."

"Because, while these damned things say one thing after another that sounds better than the last, their bodies are being very honest."

"Each person ate only a small half-bowl, not to mention that some didn't even finish that half-bowl, taking just a tiny bite before giving him a thumbs-up."

"One bite, a delicious."

"You damned well finished the delicious, so what's the meaning of leaving the rest?"

"Faced with the praise of the many junior brothers, Wu Zhong's face grew uglier the more he listened; his whole being was already at the brink of eruption."

"Look at that Ye—three huge barrels full of food, eaten completely clean; many Elders even came to blows over the scraps, already fighting with true fire."

"In contrast, on his side, the three huge barrels of food were only slightly shallow, not even half gone."

Seeing Wu Zhong's face grow ever uglier, some clever disciples had already bowed and left on some pretext.

Wu Zhong was clearly on the verge of exploding; staying here would likely implicate them.

For a moment, the disciples who had gathered around due to Wu Zhong's authority instantly dwindled by more than half.

Moreover, even more disciples were preparing to take their leave.

Only those disciples of Wu Zhong's faction remained, each with a complex expression, momentarily unsure whether to go or stay.

Leaving seemed inappropriate, but staying to watch Wu Zhong like this felt as if he wanted to devour someone.

In response, Wu Zhong naturally saw everything, his heart burning with anger as he cursed.

"You're all a bunch of ungrateful dogs—bah!"

Cursing silently, he snorted coldly, ignored the remaining disciples, and turned and left directly.

Watching Wu Zhong turn and leave without a word, the disciples who remained were momentarily suspicious.

"What's wrong with the Young City Lord?"

"The outcome hasn't been decided yet."

"What's there to judge now? Let's go, follow him."

"Oh oh."

Wu Zhong left without waiting for the victory to be announced; seeing this, the disciples who were already embarrassed naturally hurried after him, leaving that place of right and wrong.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhangqing naturally also noticed Wu Zhong's departure, but had no intention of stopping him.

Seeing Wu Zhong leave, Ye Zhangqing also said to Bai Yuan and Huang Lao beside him.

"Seniors, then I'll head back as well."

"Huh? That kid left? Should I give him a lesson so he remembers it for a long time?"

Upon hearing that, Huang Lao glanced at the other stove already empty of people and casually said.