Chapter 175

Sun Wukong's cultivation has already reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he still has some discernment regarding certain things, let alone the fact that he also possesses the divine ability of Piercing Illusion Golden Eyes to see through falsehoods.

It's just that Sun Wukong didn't pay much attention, so he also overlooked it.

This is by no means a simple little formation; if Nüwa is unwilling, even with Sun Wukong's current cultivation, he would wear himself out to death and still not find the gate of Wahuang Palace.

If Xiong Dao Ren were here, he would certainly be fascinated by such an exquisitely arranged formation.

"This lady really has a peculiar temperament."

Turning his head, Sun Wukong muttered under his breath, still holding a large pile of opinions (boasting) about his master Chaos Residence in his stomach!

Before he could finish speaking, he was unceremoniously kicked out!

Alas, Sun Wukong let out a light sigh; his master's offhand words to him before were indeed reasonable—women's hearts, a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Never fantasize about fully grasping their intentions, unless this needle were as large as his Ruyi Golden Cudgel's former self, the Dinghai Divine Needle.

No wonder my master has been alone all these years.

Sun Wukong nodded thoughtfully; his master has indeed seen through the essence!

Shrugging his shoulders, Sun Wukong helplessly pursed his lips—let things take their natural course!

Although he said that, he still has considerable confidence in that lady, after all, nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it!

This is what his master told him when he was practicing cooking skills.

Speaking of cooking skills, Sun Wukong again looked toward the direction of the Heavenly Court, straining his eyes, wondering whether the old food and old stove officials in the Imperial Kitchen can still hold on?

With a thought, Sun Wukong's speed surged; in the blink of an eye he vanished into the distance, and shortly after, Sun Wukong arrived at Nantianmen.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong! You've finally returned!" The broad-eyed Heavenly King Mo Lishou, on duty today, saw Sun Wukong from afar, his eyebrows instantly lighting up with joy, his arms entwined with double snakes as he hurriedly came forward to greet Sun Wukong.

Nowadays in the Heavenly Court, Sun Wukong can be said to have become famous due to the Peach Banquet battle; the dishes he prepares are known to everyone in the Heavenly Court, and he is greatly praised.

Seeing the arrival, Sun Wukong also smiled: "Isn't this Mo Lishou, old brother? What's wrong?"

After the Four Generals of the Mo Family tasted his dishes at the Peach Banquet, they basically come to order food every day, and after a while they became familiar with each other.

Delicious food is sufficient to be called a great tool for making friends.

Compared to the original work where the Heavenly Court gods were evasive and perfunctory, Sun Wukong now can be said to be in high demand.

"You've finally returned! The Imperial Kitchen is about to explode!" Mo Lishou said with an anxious face.

Sun Wukong: "???"

Explode the pot? What nonsense?

Upon hearing it was related to the Imperial Kitchen, Sun Wukong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked: "Mo old brother, what exactly happened?"

Mo Lishou paused, organizing his words.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, you haven't been in the Imperial Kitchen these past few days; the food prepared by the Food God and Stove God is terribly bad, provoking dissatisfaction among a group of immortals, who have already begun causing a disturbance in the Imperial Kitchen."

After saying this, Mo Lishou couldn't help but show a hint of disdain; it's obvious he also ate the food made by the Food God and Stove God, and it was truly awful.

Mo Lishou seethed inwardly, thinking that he hadn't noticed it before, but ever since eating the meals made by Great Chef Sun Wukong, then eating these two people's food, it's truly hard to swallow.

I don't know how these two rascals managed to mix into the positions of Food God and Stove God?

"The Food God and Stove God were nearly beaten to death by the immortals." Mo Lishou added, and even he at the time was so angry he kicked them.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's heart sank; he knew that the cooking skills of the old food and old stove officials are now insufficient to hold down the Imperial Kitchen.

But he never imagined the consequences would be this severe!

"What about the Heavenly Emperor? The Heavenly Emperor presides over the Heavenly Court—doesn't he manage anything?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, anxiously speaking out.

Mo Lishou's face showed a hint of embarrassment; he pondered, then stammered: "The Heavenly Emperor himself led the beating.

"

"Because the food was too unpalatable, making the Heavenly Emperor unable to swallow it, he endured for two days, and today he finally couldn't bear it anymore."

If it weren't for the Heavenly Emperor leading the way, would these immortals dare to blindly imitate? That wouldn't make them troublemakers in the Heavenly Court—it would make them deserving of heavenly punishment.

Sun Wukong: "...."

Is it really that terrifying? Sun Wukong's heart tightened; he must hurry over!

He quickly clasped his hands and said: "Thank you, I'll go first; tonight, I'll treat you to drinks!"

Upon hearing about drinks, Mo Lishou's face broke into a smile, nodding repeatedly in agreement: "Good! Then it's settled!"

His anxious expression feared Sun Wukong might change his mind.

Sun Wukong said nothing more, merely waving his hand before leaping up, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing from the spot.

Heavenly Court, Imperial Kitchen—different from before; previously, those coming and going were all Immortal Attendants, but now it's already surrounded by immortals to the point of being watertight.

"When exactly will Great Chef Sun Wukong return?"

"Exactly, I can't wait any longer to eat his dishes."

"Who says no? These past two days I've been holding it in, nearly going mad; even my cultivation can't progress, I always feel like something's missing!"

The Imperial Kitchen courtyard, packed full, saw great and small immortals gathered together, you saying one thing, I saying another, venting our inner dissatisfaction.

"You two have such low cooking skills—what qualifications do you have to preside over the Imperial Kitchen?" Suddenly, an immortal stepped forward, pointing at the tightly shut kitchen door and loudly rebuking.

"Exactly, exactly, the food you make is awful to death!" Another immortal also chimed in.

For a moment, the entire courtyard was filled with criticism and condemnation.

But in summary, it comes down to just two points: your food is too unpalatable—hurry up and let Great Chef Sun Wukong return!

Inside the tightly shut gate, the Food God and Stove God sat slumped, leaning against the gate; the faces of the two deities were now one patch blue, one patch purple, looking miserable.

"Old Food, you say—what should we do?" The Stove God let out a long sigh, twisted his head, and looked at the Food God beside him, similarly afflicted, and asked.

As he spoke, the movement pulled at the flesh on his face, causing the Stove God to grit his teeth in pain.

"The current situation is this! We can only wait for Great Chef Sun Wukong to return." The Food God looked up at the roof, his voice somewhat helpless.

They truly did their best, but how could it be that what they made, others wouldn't buy?

"We can only do this." The Stove God echoed, this also being the only solution he could think of; given their two cooking skills, having reached this point is already the utmost they can achieve.

Compared to how they were before, they've made great progress, but compared to the dishes made by Great Chef Sun Wukong, they're worlds apart.

The Stove God reached out and lightly touched his cheeks, but then instantly recoiled as if shocked by electricity, gritting his teeth.

They're all immortals of the Heavenly Court, yet they really pulled no punches this time!

The Heavenly Emperor was unhappy while eating, so beating them once would've been enough, but this bunch of immortals even gained the upper hand—it nearly killed him!

Although that's what he said, he also knew these immortals were holding back; otherwise, they wouldn't know how many times they've been resurrected from the Investiture of the Gods.

Great Chef Sun Wukong, have you finished learning the dishes yet? Hurry back—we can't hold out much longer here!

The Food God and the Stove God, in unison, began praying in their hearts for Sun Wukong's arrival; if they had to wait another day or two, their souls and spirits might scatter!

Sun Wukong flew all the way and soon arrived at the Imperial Kitchen, seeing this scene before him, he too was dumbfounded—how did so many people pile up all at once?

Hearing the immortals' chorus of complaints, Sun Wukong twitched the corner of his mouth, finding it hard to believe—this is too exaggerated, isn't it?

It's just eating a meal, is it really that serious?

Sun Wukong scratched his head.