Infiltrating the righteous path? Just another place to be a sycophant.

Thus, Lu An, a handsome young man at the Golden Core stage, set off on his sword. A streak of azure light flashed across the sky and headed straight for the Drunken Dream Pavilion.

I have to say, you should definitely visit a place like this, lest you be accused of being ignorant.

But on the way, he kept thinking, why would they want to kill someone who was in charge of the Spirit Canteen? What was the reason?

With this question in mind, Lu An arrived at the Drunken Dream Pavilion.

At Zuimenglou, the sounds of gongs and drums filled the air, firecrackers crackled, red flags fluttered, and a sea of ​​people streamed in. It was unclear whether they were there to have friendly exchanges with the ladies or to attend the conference.

Upon entering, Lu An saw rows and rows of stoves, and next to the stoves were rows of people, who were cooking and making soup in a lively manner, while also bragging.

This is incredible! This is truly incredible!

Over there was a huge cow skeleton. To be honest, Lu An had never seen such a large cow skeleton before.

That's... almost five meters tall, isn't it? Is that the size of an elephant or a cow?

He had never studied the Wild Spirit Beast course in detail, so he knew nothing about it.

In short, he was very curious after seeing these ingredients that were larger than the traditional size of those on Earth.

"Giggle cluck!"

And this chicken... how is this chicken still alive?

Lu An rubbed his eyes and noticed there was another chicken there.

And why is this chicken playing basketball?

Something is wrong, so wrong.

And that over there, aren't those a few piles of poop? Why is it placed next to the stove?

Is this some kind of cooking competition? How could they possibly be cooking excrement? This is at least a culinary competition organized in Tai'an City; it can't be this bad, can it?

But as those few lumps of excrement were thrown into the pot, a very pungent smell instantly surged up, hitting right in the head.

Lu An's worldview was also shaken.

No way, they actually threw the Oli Gei into the pot to cook it?

Whose subordinate is this? How could he be so brave?

Lu An watched for a while and found that he was not only cooking, but also using a spatula to break it up and stir-fry it, just like stir-frying something.

They're incredible! They're truly incredible! And most importantly, not a single one of them showed any displeasure; they were all expressionless.

Wow... these people are amazing! Someone is cooking shit right next to you, and you're all expressionless?

Is this cooking competition legitimate?

Just as Lu An was still reeling from the shock of finding chickens playing basketball and people cooking excrement in this place, a person slowly walked over.

"Fellow Daoist, are you here to watch the Culinary God Competition or to participate in it?" A person dressed in the attire of the Drunken Dream Pavilion walked over and asked.

"Oh, I'm here... I'm here... to be a judge." Lu An said, taking out a token as he spoke.

"An elder of the Yuantian Holy Sect? This way, please! This way, please!" Upon seeing the token in Lu An's hand, the man respectfully invited Lu An to walk this way.

After being led to a place, there was a sign next to it with the words "Judges' Seat" written in large characters.

However, Lu An had assumed the judges' panel would be packed, but upon arrival, he discovered that at least half of the judges were absent.

It turns out he wasn't the only one who was late! There were others too!

Now I feel relieved.

Each position has a name, and he is no exception. Below his name is a line of smaller characters indicating their sect affiliation.

Taiqing Holy Sect, Tianyan Holy Sect, Zhentian Holy Sect, and Yuehua Holy Sect, good heavens, why do you all add the word "Holy" to your names?

It sounds like some kind of cult, which isn't quite right.

Lu An took his seat, but as soon as he did, he discovered a pleasant surprise.

The name written on the seat next to me is Zhang Kefan.

Isn't this heaven helping me?

The teacup was right there, and the area wasn't full yet. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

So Lu An took out the porcelain bottle, intending to begin poisoning.

I'm sorry, Elder Zhang. Although we have no grudges against each other, I was assigned this mission.

However, Lu An was also wondering whether this thing was poisonous or not.

Never mind, since they gave it to us, it must be for poisoning! Let's just throw it away and see what happens!

Are you suggesting that you have to pay for your own poison? That's absurd!

So Lu An opened the teacup, preparing to poison it.

But when he opened the teacup, he was taken aback.

Because Elder Zhang Kefan's teacup contained a variety of colors.

It was also incredibly thick, and even foamy.

The smell is rather pungent.

What's going on? Is this how the tea is supposed to be? Or has something happened?

After all, there are still people cooking excrement here, so it's perfectly normal for them to say that the tea is abnormal.

So Lu An opened the lid of his teacup and began to examine it carefully.

It was just normal tea, with tea leaves in it, exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

Then he looked at the tea at the tables in front and behind him, and it was the same as his. The only difference seemed to be Elder Zhang himself.

Damn it, what's going on? Could it be that he wasn't the only one who poisoned her?!

A group of undercover agents!?

Still puzzled, Lu An dripped a few drops of the liquid from the porcelain bottle into his teacup. He didn't dare to drip too much, lest something bad happen.

If Elder Zhang really drinks himself to death, and he's sitting right next to him, won't he become a suspect?

Wouldn't that put him in great danger?!

Someone's coming! Quick, cover it up!

Seeing the group approaching, Lu An quickly put the lid on his tea, but at the same time, he couldn't help but become suspicious.

This tea is not only multicolored, but it's also as thick as sesame paste. Would anyone actually drink it?

If Elder Zhang had even a modicum of intelligence, he wouldn't have drunk this tea, would he?

Are these undercover agents who poisoned the victims idiots?

Lu An glanced around for a while, and now he felt that everyone around him might be an undercover agent.

What sins has Elder Zhang committed that everyone wants him dead?

"It's Elder Lu! Hello!"

"Ah, Elder Zhang, hello, hello!"

Zhang Kefan sat down and greeted Lu An, who also politely replied.

It's a business reciprocity, after all, we don't know each other very well.

Others gradually took their seats, while the people at the stove kept making all sorts of bizarre dishes. The way the ingredients floated and were chopped with knives and axes made it look just like a magic academy.

Especially that guy who boils excrement, Lu An saw with his own eyes that he actually threw tofu in.

Good heavens, is this how you make stinky tofu? Is this how you make stinky tofu?

Just as Lu An was worried, a man came over carrying a large pot. The pot was filled with muddy water that looked like mud and even smelled bad.

Good heavens, buddy, is this water made from boiled Oli Gei (a popular Chinese food brand)?

The next moment, he saw the man return to his stove with the pot, and then take out a large string of large intestines...

Judging from this situation, could it be that they're going to make... the Nine-Turned Intestines?

Chapter 128 Is this beef authentic?

What kind of culinary competition is this? Is this really not a food testing contest?

Before arriving, Lu An was worried that he might not be able to successfully poison the target, but after arriving, he was worried that he might be poisoned to death.

He had brought dozens of antidote pills with him as a precaution, just in case, but now it seems things are going to go wrong.

He would accept it if they poisoned his food, but what if they poisoned his feces?

There's no solution!

But as a judge, shouldn't I be able to choose not to eat it?

But if I don't eat it, what will people say?

Lu An was thus caught in a dilemma.

While Lu An was caught in a dilemma, the other side was filled with the chefs' enthusiasm.

There was also the enthusiasm of other audience members. Although the judges' seats were provided, there were also many other audience members watching from the upper floors next door, and there were plenty of seats available for them.

It looks quite lively.

"Fellow Daoists, welcome to our once-in-a-decade Culinary God Competition, which will be held in Tai'an City this year. As usual, we welcome all Daoists from various sects to attend!" A chubby host walked out holding a carrot, looking quite comical.

It gives off a certain vibe, like someone named Fan.

"I am Fan Dawei from the Heavenly Chef Holy Sect! Thank you all for coming. Today, our group consists of chefs from various sects, as well as highly skilled independent cultivators! I am confident that we will bring you a sumptuous feast!"

As Lu An listened to the host's words and glanced at the chef preparing the food, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Because he saw a chef stuff a bunch of salted fish into a pancake, and all the salted fish had their mouths wide open, staring blankly at the sky.

Isn't this like gazing at the stars?

Another person went even further, taking out a large roll of what appeared to be large intestine and directly... directly rinsing the thing, which still had some kind of filth on it, with water, without caring whether it was clean or not, and then putting it directly into the pot.

Then the pot started sizzling, and the aroma of the oil filled the entire room.

This time, the person next to him finally reacted. He glanced at the contents of the man's pot and then vomited into the nearby trash can.

It seems that finally some master chef couldn't stand his cooking skills anymore, but he remained unfazed and continued to cook with all his heart.

However, they are still not as good as the one who directly fried feces and put it in stinky tofu. But apart from these few, the others are still considered normal.

"Without further ado, everyone, our judges will select the four most outstanding fellow Daoists and decide who the chefs at levels A, B, C, and D will be!"

Damn it, what skills does he have to evaluate food? Besides, he was clearly forced to come here.

The mission was to find the mole, but who would have thought that the mole was himself?

However, judging from the contents of Elder Zhang's teacup, it's likely that quite a few people wanted to harm him.

Does he intend to arrest all the other undercover agents as well?

Zhang Kefan asked with concern, "Elder Lu, are there any dietary restrictions? I can talk to them about it so they don't eat anything that might harm their health."

Lu An thought about what he had just witnessed and said, "I...I don't want to eat shit, okay?"

"No way! Those droppings aren't ordinary droppings; they're from spirit beasts, and powerful ones at that. Naturally, they're incredibly valuable. Elder Lu, you absolutely mustn't miss out!"

Damn, they're calling "Oli Gei" (a popular Chinese cooking competition) "delicacies" (a derogatory term for rare and exotic foods). This cooking competition is seriously insane.

I initially thought the Chef God Competition would be a challenge for the chefs, but now it seems the judges are the real challenge.

Can I really survive after eating all this?

Thinking of this, Lu An couldn't help but take an antidote pill first.

Putting everything else aside, this should at least work in some way, right?

"First, let's serve our first dish: Charcoal-grilled Fire Spirit Beef!"

A chef, all muscle and wearing a hat, carried a plate of thick, skewered beef that exuded a rich aroma. The beef was very substantial and gave off a delicious and tempting smell.

Just smelling it made Lu An's head spin.

However, it still lacks that lively, down-to-earth atmosphere, the kind of human warmth that Lu An used to experience at those late-night food stalls after get off work on Blue Star.