Chapter 873: A Bowl of White Porridge Cured It?

What Meng Hui Chun described was something supernatural; hearing it, it simply sounded like an ancient incurable disease.

At least the many cultivators around, including all the spirit chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance, were left dumbfounded by him.

"Hiss, is there really such a strange disease in this world?"

"It's neither a ghost qi invasion nor shows any poisoning, yet it's tasteless—you vomit whatever you eat. What a strange disease."

"No wonder even the Pill Master Alliance can't cure it—I don't know if Fan Zu can."

"Impossible—even the Demon Race can't, let alone Fan Zu."

"Fan Zu, this disease is strange; we need to be careful."

"Yeah, this is clearly the Pill Master Alliance's doing."

"It must have been prepared beforehand."

As everyone chatted, the spirit chefs couldn't help whispering a reminder.

As for that, Ye Zhangqing glanced at Meng Hui Chun with a strange expression.

"May I ask you directly?"

"Of course, Little Friend Ye, please go ahead."

Although it sounded like anorexia, Ye Zhangqing still intended to confirm it himself.

He had the middle-aged man brought into the pavilion, and Ye Zhangqing first examined his body with spiritual power.

Indeed, as Meng Hui Chun said, there was no sign of ghost qi intrusion, nor any sign of poisoning.

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing casually asked.

"Do you vomit whatever you eat?"

"Yes, sir."

"What do you feel when you smell food?"

"Um......... this.............."

"Just say it straight."

"Nauseous, I want to vomit."

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing was already ninety percent sure.

He had always lived in the Pill Master Alliance, and the meals prepared for him there were naturally not bad.

As an ordinary person living at the very bottom with no cultivation, this middle-aged man naturally dared not speak the truth.

Otherwise, the Pill Master Alliance kindly prepared meals for you, yet you claim to feel nauseous and want to vomit—that's practically asking for death.

All these signs indicate that this middle-aged man suffers from anorexia.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing withdraw his spiritual power, Meng Hui Chun asked.

"How is it, Little Friend Ye—any clues?"

"There are some, but his condition needs rest."

"Huh???"

"You mean we won't see any change in a short time?"

Meng Hui Chun furrowed his brows; this clearly seemed like he just wanted to brush it off.

"What rest? How long must he rest? Who could verify it then? Even if this middle-aged man died, probably no one would know."

Upon hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, Meng Hui Chun's first reaction was to delay.

However, the next second, Ye Zhangqing shook his head and said.

"My meaning is that to fully cure it requires a period of recuperation, but to see the effect, one meal is enough."

"Huh???"

After saying that, Meng Hui Chun was stunned again, looking resentfully at Ye Zhangqing: "Kid, can't you finish speaking in one go? You're making my heart thump-thump."

"Then please, Little Friend Ye, let us witness."

His tone was also full of resentment.

Ye Zhangqing didn't think much, just felt this old guy had some issues—I damn well don't know you, why are you acting like a resentful woman?

The many cultivators present also heard Ye Zhangqing say he could cure it, and everyone looked forward to it.

"Is this Fan Zu really as heaven-defying as the rumors say?"

Right now is a good opportunity; if Ye Zhangqing can, in front of everyone, cure the person that Meng Hui Chun couldn't, then it shows the rumors aren't baseless and Ye Zhangqing truly has real skill.

This also proves that the meals made by a Saint-level Spirit Chef have effects far surpassing those of a Nine-level Spirit Chef; one could even say there is a qualitative gap between them, utterly incomparable.

He ordered the alliance leader beside him to prepare pots, pans, utensils, and a stove.

Zhongzhou spirit chefs have a specially movable stove.

Actually, it's just a stove stored in a space ring.

As long as it's not a living thing, not only a stove—you could even store a house in it, provided there are no living things.

Upon hearing Ye Zhangqing's orders, the Spirit Chef Alliance quickly prepared the needed items.

And the surrounding cultivators also stared intently, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail.

"Fan Zu, I don't know what ingredients to use."

"Spirit chefs naturally can only use their own methods; spirit food is the spirit chefs' methods."

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing replied.

"A handful of spirit rice, a bowl of spirit spring water."

"Hmm, okay."

Upon hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, the alliance leader nodded and kept waiting, but after a long while Ye Zhangqing still hadn't spoken, so the alliance leader wondered.

"Then what?"

Gone.

Gone?

Hearing this, the alliance leader thought he had misheard; treating this patient only needs a handful of rice and a bowl of water? You're not joking, are you?

Just bring it.

Seeing this, the alliance leader, helpless, could only follow Ye Zhangqing's request and fetch a bowl of spirit spring water and a handful of spirit rice.

Afterwards, Ye Zhangqing flicked his finger, and the Chiyang Heavenly Flame entered the stove.

Seeing the Chiyang Heavenly Flame, Meng Hui Chun, Zhu Qing, and the others' eyes lit up.

Indeed, it's the Chiyang Heavenly Flame.

The Spirit Chef Alliance really gave the Chiyang Heavenly Flame to this kid.

The rumor is true.

As for the top-ten primordial spirit fire, the Chiyang Heavenly Flame, everyone is naturally familiar with it, and frankly, they have all coveted it before.

This is truly a good thing.

It's a pity that the Spirit Chef Alliance has always treated it as a treasure and refuses to part with it.

But now, it has ended up in Ye Zhangqing's hands.

After the shock, everyone's gaze turned to the pot, and for a moment they were stunned.

What is this?

Plain water rice porridge?

You're joking?

In the pot, Ye Zhangqing slowly simmered a simple plain water rice porridge.

Let alone it being delicious; even among ordinary people, anyone with a bit of wealth would never eat this.

Even the Pill Master Alliance, up and down, and even the Medicine Ancestor can cure this strange disease, yet you think a bowl of plain water rice porridge can cure it?

Everyone's expressions were strange; for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Nonsense, this is sheer nonsense.

But just as everyone thought that, the originally listless middle-aged man suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something.

He sniffed, approached Ye Zhangqing's pot, and said with an expression of enjoyment.

It smells so good.

Huh???

As soon as he said that, the surrounding people were dumbfounded; what nonsense.

Especially the alchemists of the Pill Master Alliance, are you fucking problematic?

Before in the but alliance, they fed him fish and meat in various ways every day, but this person would only eat a little each time without saying, his expression extremely painful, and each time after just swallowing, he would immediately vomit it out.

Now, your fucking bowl of plain water rice porridge, you tell me it smells good?

Hmph, this country bumpkin, I think he's destined not to eat four dishes in this lifetime.

A Pill Master Alliance elder snorted coldly with a displeased face.