1137 Goddess City’s Imperial Feast… Begins!

Jing Yuan's face instantly turned a little unsightly.

She mentioned several times that the sacrificial dishes had to be cooked strictly according to the recipe. Not a bit could be changed.

There could not even be a trace of mistake during the cooking process. Once there was a mistake, it would easily cause the taste of the dish to change.

But Head Chef Bu…

He had actually added new ingredients and made a change to the recipe.

This was a very bold move!

Jing Yuan hurriedly put down the task she was doing, swishing the water off her hands as she walked over.

A dense fragrance spread in the air. The dish gave off a dark green light, blinding her eyes in an instant.

It was a very beautiful dish.

Jing Yuan had to admit that the recipe, which had never been changed before, did not look like this when cooked.

"You… You…"

Jing Yuan was momentarily at a loss for words.

Bu Fang gave Jing Yuan a glance. The corner of his lips was slightly raised as he reached out to gently pat her head, causing the latter to freeze on the spot.

"As an assistant chef… the first thing you have to do is to trust the head chef."

Feeling that gentle touch on her head, Jing Yuan's face turned bright red instantly. Even she herself did not understand why her face would turn so red in this instant.

"I… I…" Jing Yuan opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, go back and continue dealing with the ingredients... I know what you want to say, but you do not need to worry. Since I dare to change the recipe, I'm naturally confident," Bu Fang said.

Jing Yuan did not know what to do at this moment, so she walked back to her spot in a daze. Picking up the kitchen knife, she continued to prepare the ingredients.

After a long time, she recovered her spirits and looked over at Bu Fang.

The sacrificial dish was directly offered to the High Priestess of the Sacrificial Hall… so not a hint of mistake should appear.

It had to be known that before Jing Yuan, there was a head chef who had taken it upon herself to change the recipe of the sacrificial dishes. Later, during the imperial feast, it was discovered by the High Priestess, and that chef was executed on the spot…

From then on, no one dared to make any changes to the sacrificial dishes.

But… Head Chef Bu…

Jing Yuan felt a little conflicted. But after seeing Bu Fang's confident appearance, she revealed a helpless look.

"I'll just cook another set secretly at night… If Head Chef Bu's set is not accepted, at least mine can save him. Head Chef Bu will not meet the same end as that previous chef." Thinking this in her heart, Jing Yuan recovered her spirits and continued cooking.

…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the arc of the sky, black clouds blanketed the skies, covering the entire imperial palace.

Nethery, who was in the imperial hall, raised her head, looking at the dark horizon. She muttered, "Bu Fang has started cooking…"

"It's the appearance of the will of the Great Path... To be able to bring the will of the Great Path here in Goddess City, this little chef's dish is really not ordinary," Empress Bi Luo commented, supporting her chin with a hand as she looked at the sky.

Nether King Er Ha sat cross-legged in the distance, holding a Spicy Strip in his mouth. He said proudly, "Bu Fang young man's cooking skills... are beyond your imaginations!"

Nethery agreed with his words, nodding her head several times.

From this night, the dark clouds above Goddess City constantly appeared.

Rumbling sounds rang out ceaselessly as thunderclaps boomed.

The people of the entire city were on their tenterhooks, all of them looking in the direction of the imperial palace with awe and fear in their eyes.

For such a strange phenomenon to appear before the day of the imperial feast... It was enough to make the hearts of the people shiver.

Five days passed quickly.

The last lightning punishment descended, which was blocked by Whitey.

With its body covered in lightning arcs, Whitey sat down on the ground. The light in its mechanical eyes continued to flash, as if it was digesting all these lightning punishments.

After this, Whitey's strength would definitely have a huge improvement. Of course, to digest these lightning punishments, time was needed.

…

Sacrificial Hall, Goddess City

With a creaking sound, the window was pushed open.

The High Priestess wore a white robe. Crossing her arms, she stood in front of the window, watching the vanishing black clouds with an unfathomable gaze.

Within the room, a light blue-colored smoke rose from the incense burner, constantly wafting out.

The white robe was very long, and it spread out within the room, like a budding flower bud.

"Has it ended? The imperial feast… is finally here. The day of the prophecy is near," the High Priestess gently murmured. Her voice was soft, as if only she could hear it.

Outside the door came a knocking sound.

The High Priestess turned her body.

The door was pushed open, revealing Wei Jin who was clad in warrior-like clothes. Her solemn face was drawn with sophisticated makeup, further emphasizing her sternness.

"High Priestess, Her Majesty has allowed this humble servant to invite the High Priestess to enjoy the imperial feast in the imperial palace," Wei Jin said respectfully. She then raised her hands and put them together before slightly giving a bow.

The High Priestess walked over to the incense burner, sitting down cross-legged. In a calm voice, she replied, "I know."

Then, with a wave of her hand, a makeup box appeared. Opening the makeup box, she picked up a wooden comb and began dressing herself up.

The High Priestess was usually barefaced. If she were to attend any activity, she would need to put on exquisite makeup.

Two maids entered the room. One of them held a beautiful dress, while the other held silver jewelry, kneeling by the side of the High Priestess.

The High Priestess' movements were gentle and elegant. Gently picking up the brow pencil, she decorated her immortal-like beautiful appearance.

After putting on makeup, her cold beauty was elevated by a trace of nobility and charm.

Swish…

The maid then carefully put on the silver accessories on the High Priestess. Her jet-black hair was put up, and with the silver accessories on top, her noble look became more obvious.

The High Priestess stood up. Spreading out her arms, she let the white robe slid off her body.

Her skin appeared as the clothes slowly slid off. It was like milk, as if it would break with a light touch.

The two maids took tiny, cautious steps, spreading open the beautiful dress for the High Priestess to wear.

A belt wrapped around her waist as ornaments were added.

Outside, Wei Jin still maintained her respectful posture. After waiting for the High Priestess to finish dressing up and slowly walk out of the room, she retreated and followed behind the High Priestess.

In Goddess City, the Empress had the highest rank, and just below her was the High Priestess.

Although Wei Jin was the great general of the Guardian Army, she did not dare to show a trace of neglect.

Ring.

A wave of soft ringing sounds rang out.

The two maids raised a scepter that had nine golden rings, handing it to the High Priestess.

The High Priestess grabbed the scepter, her gaze instantly turning cold and proud. "Let's go to the imperial palace."

Wei Jin and many subordinates answered, " As you say."

…

The gates of the imperial palace were wide open.

The throng of people was overwhelming. Many officials of Goddess City, including soldiers, were all hurrying to the imperial palace.

The entire city was brightly lit, wrapped in smoke.

On the streets, children were frolicking as teenagers laughed, looking very lively.

The day of the imperial feast was a day of celebration for Goddess City.

Before the palace, many imperial officials all wore beautiful dresses. Whenever they meet, they would cup their hands as they saluted, congratulating each other and giving each other their blessings.

The maids came out in groups, forming lines to welcome to many officials.

Lin Da Mei wore a green-colored armor, laughing loudly as she came from outside the main hall. Her wheat-colored skin made her look valiant and heroic.

Chi Si's red cape billowed, her scarlet armor looking like blazing flames. The wings of her red dragon spread out as it roared, giving off a terrifying pressure.

At the same time, a lady riding a winged tiger jumped down. She was the general of the Beast Army, and she controlled hundreds of Goddess City's beasts.

Everyone, from commoners to officials, entered the imperial palace.

The spacious imperial palace was elegantly decorated.

In the center of the imperial hall was a spirit gold dining table, which was round and had a circular rotating tray in the middle. Its sides and legs were engraved with beautiful images.

And around the dining table were chairs, fifteen in total. It represented the fifteen people in Goddess City with high positions.

On both sides of the huge dining table were small dining tables. They were evenly placed and matched the corresponding side.

On the highest spot of the imperial hall was the imperial throne. Empress Bi Luo wore splendid clothes and exquisite makeup, looking so beautiful that it made one freeze.

With red lips like burning flames, she sat elegantly on the high throne, looking down on everything.

Nethery and Nether King Er Ha were in the distance, sitting on a small dining table.

"When my dad entered Goddess City, he seemed to have also taken part in this imperial feast… So many years have passed, and this king also has the honor of participating… Tch, tch, tch. Won't you say that this is fate?" Nether King Er Ha held a Spicy Strip in his mouth, looking at Nethery.

Nethery gave Nether King Er Ha a side glance. "If you did not dress up as a girl to enter Goddess City, you think you can take part in the imperial feast?"

"Even if this king comes in strutting, I can also take part in this imperial feast, okay?!" Nether King Er Ha instantly glared.

Nethery gave him a glance, then coldly smiled.

That gaze made Nether King Er Ha so angry he was about to argue with Nethery.

However, the sound of the harp rang out.

Outside the imperial hall, petals fluttered.

There were huge crowds and troops, slowly arriving.

The sound of golden cups clashing, the sound of the harps ringing, and the sound of girls singing rang out ceaselessly.

Outside the imperial hall, the High Priestess with a stern face arrived barefooted.

Every official stood up, looking at the High Priestess respectfully.

Everyone in Goddess City respected and feared the High Priestess of the Sacrificial Hall. That was because she was the only existence in Goddess City who was able to contact the slumbering unique existence in the God Vanishing Mountain. Even the Empress was unable to do it.

The Empress held the authority of who can enter and leave the God Vanishing Mountain, while the High Priestess was in charge of contacting that unique expert.

Moreover, it was said that the High Priestess and the Empress were blood sisters.

Empress Bi Luo stood up, watching the High Priestess who was leisurely coming over, her face instantly turning stern.

She walked down from the throne, slowly descending to get close to the High Priestess. After a short greeting, she brought the High Priestess to sit.

She sat on one of the spots in the huge spirit gold table.

The High Priestess sat on her left. Then, the five great generals took their seats, followed by the rest of the officials.

Soon, the fifteen seats were filled.

The dining table had a tense atmosphere.

The High Priestess was cold and proud, while the Empress was noble.

The audience watched the two, their gazes revealing respect.

On the small dining tables, the rest of the officials took their seats.

Once everyone was seated, the High Priestess stood. Reaching out her white palm, her fingers performed hand seals, quickly creating a mysterious magic array. That magic array shot out, landing on the center of the spirit gold dining table.

A well-dressed maid, who was standing at the entrance, instantly bowed, her voice reverberating across the entire hall.

"Goddess City's imperial feast begins."

On the sides of the imperial hall, the big doors instantly opened. A moment later, maids who were holding dishes walked out.

Every maid held a blue-and-white porcelain plate, which was covered by a silver lid.

Jing Yuan wore fine clothes and exquisite makeup, looking very beautiful. Her hands were held together as she came out along with the maids.

The dishes were placed onto the spirit gold dining table.

Meeting the fifteen people's gaze, Jing Yuan, who had already hosted countless imperial feasts, still felt her heart tighten.

"First part of the imperial feast, the nine appetizers..."

Appetizers?

Everyone froze.

When did the imperial feast have appetizers?

The maids all rolled back their sleeves, revealing their white wrists as their hands pressed on the silver lids, gently opening them.

The curious and anticipating gaze of the diners fell, landing on the silver lids…

Streams of light shot out from the dishes.

The radiance rushed towards the skies, and an intense fragrance spread out!