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How to build a Sect?

Ch 24: Chopping board New
The day of the grand event finally arrived.

The streets surrounding the Iron Core Gym, which had been strictly closed for the past five days so construction could proceed smoothly, were finally opened early in the morning.

From that moment until the mere minutes before the competition could officially start, the crowd outside did not disperse once. Because the makeshift arena could only safely accommodate one thousand people, and the spectator entry fee was set at 10 coppers per person, many citizens were left outside, desperately trying to join the fun.

One thousand people at 10 coppers each... that is 100 silver coins just from the door! Zani thought, practically weeping tears of joy as his financial crisis evaporated.

To maximize his profits, Zani had ruthlessly utilized all his disciples and the partnered hunters as free security guards to maintain order. The reasoning he gave them was that they could work in shifts, two of the three groups could actively watch the tournament while the remaining group guards the perimeter.

The main gates were about to be closed with only ten spectator seats remaining, when a group of three figures clad in unassuming robes aggressively cut the line. Without a word, they casually tossed a silver coin to anyone who parted ways for them, smoothly securing their entry.

"So domineering!"

"Who were they?"

"I got a silver too, Mommy!"

The crowd watched in awe as the mysterious trio crossed the threshold, completely ignoring the intimidating, towering Bai who was on guard duty.

Before long, the crowd could only watch as Bai turned around and pushed the heavy iron gates firmly shut.

Inside the gym, the transformation was breathtaking. A grand stage spanning almost 2,000 square feet sat in the center of the courtyard.

Surrounding it, the seating area was arranged like an ancient colosseum, entirely constructed from fresh wood. There was only one main opening leading from the iron gates where the people could enter. Everything else, including the perimeter walls, was shadowed under the elevated wooden bleachers.

Since the entire grandstand structure was hollow, held up only by thick supporting beams, it created a perfect hidden network for the staff to travel unseen. Bai, being one of the primary guards, stepped into the shadows beneath the bleachers under the guise of 'encouraging' the disciples on duty. A few moments later, a small girl wearing a silk veil quietly slipped out from the same shadows, making her way to the VIP section.

Meanwhile, on the main stage, a bulky man with a thick beard proudly walked to the center.

"Ahem. Can everyone hear me?!"

Chief Sythe's voice boomed across the entire makeshift stadium. Upon learning that Mayor Salam was a primary judge and that the announcer would also be granted unlimited tasting privileges, Sythe had shamelessly begged Zani for the role.

"Welcome, everyone, to this momentous occasion! My name is Sythe, and it is my absolute pleasure to host you all!"

He grandly swept his arm, officially announcing the prize pool. "The victor of today's grueling trial will not only walk away with a mountain of silver and a live Mud Boar piglet, but they shall also be crowned with the supreme title: The Best Chef of Grains City!"

The audience erupted into deafening cheers.

"Now, bow your heads and welcome our esteemed Judges!" Sythe roared over the noise. "First, the organizer of this grand tournament, Master Zani! Next, the ruler of our Grains City, Mayor Salam! And lastly, a VIP guest personally invited by the Mayor - the Owner of the legendary Roast Board Restaurant in Slaughter City... Master Roasty!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Thunderous applause shook the wooden stadium. Zani himself clapped politely along with the crowd.

Today was his very first time meeting Mayor Salam face-to-face. The Mayor carried himself with immense dignity, yet he treated Zani with an incredibly humble and respectful demeanor, effectively giving the young Master immense prestige in front of the gathered crowd.

The Mayor had even utilized his own political favors to invite Roasty, a culinary giant from Slaughter City - a region renowned across the empire for its premium Mud Boar cuisine.

"Now, let us welcome the brave souls who dare to step up to the chopping board!" Sythe announced.

Soon, exactly two hundred and fifty-two contestants stood nervously upon the massive stage.

The group was a chaotic mix of renowned restaurant chefs, humble street stall owners, and ordinary housewives. Since an event like this had never been held in the history of the region, many had signed up purely for the spectacle. In fact, a full third of the participants had traveled from outside the city borders.

"Please move to your assigned stations! We will randomly draw numbers to form groups of twelve. From each group, only two shall advance!"

The elimination process was entirely up to the three judges, though any excess food prepared in bulk was generously distributed among the roaring audience to taste.

There was, however, one glaring exception to the tasting rule: Chief Sythe, as the announcer, shamelessly secured a hefty sample of every single passing dish. Furthermore, two cheeky girls - Elisi and the veiled Leo - had slipped into the seats right beside Zani, intercepting plates before they even reached the judges' table.

For the preliminaries, the screening was incredibly brutal.

Proving one's culinary Dao in just a single bite was a terrifying challenge, especially since many of these commoners had never experienced fast-paced, high-pressure cooking before. With the strict time restrictions and the judges only taking a single bite to form their verdict, shocking upsets occurred constantly.

Several highly reputed, arrogant chefs crashed out in the very first round, while completely ordinary people managed to advance through sheer passion.

"This format of yours is quite impressive, Master Zani," Roasty commented, taking a delicate sip of tea at the judges' table.

"When the Mayor first told me about a cooking event, I was certain it would be a humiliating flop that would ruin my palate. But now? I dare say this is the most entertaining spectacle I have ever been part of. Hehehe."

The reality is, Roasty was a remarkably straightforward man. He openly praised the flavors he liked, but his criticisms were utterly ruthless.

He outright spat out the dishes of arrogant, renowned chefs, mercilessly insulting their lack of foundational skills. Yet, in a stark contrast that revealed his true character, he would forcefully swallow the poorly cooked, bland dishes made by trembling housewives, offering them gentle smiles and encouraging them to try harder next time.

The grueling competition raged on for hours. Thankfully, with the First Autumn month just starting, the cool breeze prevented the midday sun from ruining the ingredients or exhausting the chefs.

By the time the sky bled into shades of evening purple, the final trial was underway.

Only five finalists remained on stage. Unlike the preliminary rounds where ingredients were freely chosen, the finals featured a strict, mandatory main ingredient: Mud Boar meat. Mayor Salam had specially purchased and preserved this high-grade meat during his trip to Slaughter City.

"Look at them go, people!" Chief Sythe shouted, having completely embraced his role as the ultimate hype-man.

"Oh! I see Mister Sty has already completed his prep work! He is currently melting a rich block of Muu-beast butter in his pan!"

"Sniff, sniff... Heavens, what is that aroma? I smell omelets! Is Lady Tassy truly attempting to pair Mud Boar meat with eggs?!"

"And look over there!" Sythe pointed dramatically. "Our dark horse, Julian! Why is he viciously stabbing the meat with an iron skewer?!"

All five finalists were completely in the zone. Their hands moved with blurring speed, their foreheads slick with sweat.

"I can't wait to taste it..." Elisi mumbled, practically drooling as she stared at the sizzling pans.

"Right?" Leo hummed in agreement.

As a child of a prominent Immortal lineage, there were very few delicacies in the world Leo hadn't tasted. Yet, eating here, surrounded by the roaring crowd and sitting beside her best friend, made the anticipation incredibly sweet.

Hearing them, Zani could only shake his head with a faint smile.

During the brief intermission before the finals, these two gluttons had actually run off to train and burn calories, deliberately emptying their stomachs just so they could stuff themselves even more.

Meanwhile, high above the chaotic cheering, seated in the absolute highest row near the towering outer wall, the group of three figures clad in unassuming robes sat in perfect, chilling silence.

Their sharp eyes never once left the stage.

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[Question: Can guess who will win?]

[Author note: For those who are curious, they are using kerosene for cooking.]
 
[Additional Question: A plot twist is waiting ahead. Can you guess what it could be.]

[Options]
[A. Nagar appears]
[B. Immortal appears]
[C. Mayor finds truth]
[D. A high ranking official appears]
 
Ch 25: All Died? New
"My child..."

High above the roaring crowd, seated in the absolute highest row near the towering outer walls, the three figures clad in unassuming robes sat shrouded entirely in the shadows. They blended perfectly into the darkness, having remained entirely motionless since the early morning.

It was only now that one of them finally spoke. The voice belonged to a woman, and it was trembling heavily.

"Sniff... sniff... to think our Little Leo has finally found a true friend," the woman murmured, suddenly overcome with intense, maternal emotion as she watched the veiled girl near the judges' table laughing brightly with Elisi.

"Keep your voice down," the largest shadow beside her hissed, his rugged voice laced with a naturally commanding aura. "What if she senses our presence?"

Despite just giving a practical warning, the rugged man instantly felt a terrifying, freezing glare pierce through the woman's cloak, forcing him to immediately cough dryly and change the subject.

"Anyway... did you notice?"

"Hmm? Notice what?" The woman, not wanting to sully her rare good mood, humored him.

Suddenly, the smallest shadow sitting between them spoke up. "Father, are you talking about those armed men in the crowd who are harboring malice? Should I eliminate them secretly?"

"Ah. That too. Just ensure you leave no traces," the rugged man replied casually.

The small shadow gave a brief nod, and without a single ripple in the air, he completely vanished from his seat.

"Anyway, I was talking about Little Leo's cultivation," the rugged man continued, refocusing on his wife.

"Huh?" The woman instantly became alert. "Tell me, you stinky man. What did you notice? Is something wrong with her?"

The Patriarch hurriedly waved his hands to clear the misunderstanding. "No, no! I was just observing that our Little Leo has already perfectly established her physical foundation and has officially stepped into the Skin Tempering realm."

"Truly?!" The woman was overjoyed. Because they were seated too far away and absolutely could not use their Spiritual Sense to avoid alerting Leo, she hadn't been able to closely inspect her daughter's aura.

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Wait a minute. What do you mean our Little Leo? She is my Little Leo! If you ever dare to try and take her away from me..."

The warning in the air became thick and deadly. The rugged man could only hurriedly avert his gaze, sweating profusely beneath his hood.

A mere moment later, the small shadow reappeared seamlessly between them, as if he had never left. "Father, Mother. I have sent them to the Yellow Springs. It is done."

"Good," the man nodded. With all the possible threat to his daughter quietly erased, he finally voiced his lingering worry. "What I meant to say earlier... is that Leo is not using any of the manuals you gave her."

"What? Then what manual is she using?"

"I do not know. It is something entirely new," the Patriarch muttered, his thick brows furrowing beneath his hood. "Structurally, it seems to be of a high grade, as it tempers the entire body evenly without leaving a single blind spot. But regarding its internal density... it is the weakest, most pathetic, I have ever seen in my life. I am worried it will ruin her future potential."

He was absolutely terrified that his precious daughter was practicing a crippled technique that would render her foundation unstable in the long run.

The hilarious reality was, he had absolutely no idea that his genius daughter had currently only practiced the first stage of a Top-Grade manual!

"Should we intervene?" the Patriarch asked hesitantly.

"No. Don't even think about it," the woman firmly rejected the idea. "I promised Little Leo I would not interfere with her travels, much less reveal her location to you buffoons."

However, after watching her daughter for a while longer, even she couldn't hide a trace of helpless worry. "We will let her play for now. We can ask her about it when she returns home for the New Year. At worst, we will simply feed her a Foundation Cleansing Pill and rebuild her foundation from scratch."

"Understood."

Having settled the matter, the three figures quieted down again, happily watching Little Leo enthusiastically intercept the presented food from the stage and whisper her opinions to Zani.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the grand stage was reaching a fever pitch.

"Only a single minute remains! Everyone has presented their dish except for our dark horse, Julian!" Chief Sythe roared, successfully hyping the audience into a frenzy.

Unlike the preliminary rounds where he roamed the stage, the bulky Chief was currently seated comfortably at the end of the judges' table, shamelessly stuffing his face while describing the flavors to the drooling crowd. "Will Julian be disqualified?! No! He pulls his iron pan from the fire at the very last second!"

After a while, it was time for the three judges to announce the victor.

"Sye, I favored your roasted meat the most," Mayor Salam spoke first, giving his dignified review. "The sauce you created possessed an excellent, rich flavor."

Zani nodded in agreement, maintaining his unfathomable persona. The roasted dish was indeed technically flawless.

"I agree with Mayor Salam's assessment of your technique," Roasty added, crossing his arms. "However, I have tasted roasted meat so often that it leaves absolutely no impression on my palate. And your sauce, while good, lacked any true innovation."

As the primary VIP judge, Roasty's words carried immense weight. Hearing his dish dismissed so casually, Sye could only grit his teeth, cup his fists, and bow humbly in defeat.

One by one, the finalists' dishes were reviewed and scored. Finally, it was time to judge Julian's creation.

Mayor Salam took a small bite, and his face instantly flushed bright red. He reached for his teacup, coughing violently. "The dish is... incredibly unique. And I must say, overwhelmingly spicy! I have never eaten anything with such fierce heat in my entire life!"

Clearly, the Mayor was not a fan of chili.

Zani, however, took a bite and felt his eyes widen. The explosive, burning blend of wild spices forcefully awakened his dormant memories of modern Earth. For the first time since transmigrating, he tasted something that felt like home.

"I am extremely satisfied with this dish," Zani declared, offering Julian a rare, genuine smile.

Now, all eyes were turned to Roasty. The culinary giant from Slaughter City took a bite, chewed slowly, and then his eyes flashed with a sharp, predatory light.

"Young man," Roasty said, his voice echoing across the silent stadium. "Come work for my restaurant in Slaughter City. I will instantly make you the Sous-Chef, second only to the Head Chef himself. What do you say?"

GASP! This brazen offer instantly sent shockwaves through the crowd. Even Julian stood frozen in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Zani's expression darkened. This shameless bastard! "Brother Roasty, you are truly not giving me face!" Zani intervened smoothly, his voice carrying a subtle, oppressive weight. "This is highly inappropriate. Julian has already pledged to work for our Iron Core Gym."

Zani turned his piercing gaze to the chef. "Right, Julian?"

Although they had an ironclad agreement beforehand, who could blame the young man if he chose to act ignorant in the face of such massive temptation? Zani had to actively remind him of his place. But despite the heavy hint, Julian remained completely quiet.

This gave the sly VIP the perfect opportunity to strike again.

"Think about it, young man!" Roasty pressed, completely ignoring all basic etiquette. He knew the immense commercial value of this dish. The Dao of Commerce is simple: spicy food makes patrons incredibly thirsty, which means they will purchase mountains of expensive wine! "I will pay you a staggering ten silver coins a month!" Roasty declared.

The crowd nearly fainted. Ten silver a month?! That was equal to the prize money for the top three! It was enough money to buy a good house in any village.

"Julian, do not listen to him. You already gave us your word," Zani countered fiercely, pulling out his ultimate trump card. "Furthermore, if you join our Gym, you will not just be a cook. You can train in our martial arts entirely free of charge! We will fully support your foundation on the martial path!"

Both Roasty and Zani glared at the poor young man, their auras clashing invisibly on the stage.

Roasty knew he was entirely in the wrong for poaching talent at another man's event, but as a ruthless businessman, he simply couldn't let such a goldmine slip away.

Julian, however, had already been convinced to join the Iron Core Gym from the start, so he wasn't even listening to Roasty's silver. But the moment Zani officially brought up martial arts in public, his eyes burned with a fiery passion.

He became even more determined, and without a single second of hesitation, Julian dropped to his knees and kowtowed deeply toward Zani.

"Master Zani! Please accept this lowly one into your Gym!"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!" Zani laughed heartily, his eyes curving into crescent moons with happiness.


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[Question: what is the name of winning dish. Tell me I want to eat it!]

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