Chapter 300 - Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Winning the Competition with Plain Boiled Water

Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Winning the Competition with Plain Boiled Water

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The first Seven Kill Daozi Contest begins now, with competitors Rain Little Meng and Li Jiaojiao.

Seven Kill Daozi is quite ordinary, yet he managed to capture the hearts of two beauties. Let us interview Seven Kill Daozi.

“Fugui, what do you think of this competition?”

“Hmm?” Seven Kill Daozi was puzzled as to who Jiang the Human Emperor was calling. Then he had an epiphany. So, I am Li Fugui.

Seven Kill Daozi felt a shiver down his spine as two icy glares bore into him once the Human Emperor asked the question.

“The competition is all about demonstrating skills, style, performance, and spirit. Let’s keep everything friendly.”

Jiang Li was disappointed, not getting the answer he wanted, and he continued his inner commentary.

Well, it seems that the attention of the crowd has unnerved Seven Kill Daozi into being unwilling to tell the truth, so let’s turn our gaze back to the competition.

Seven Kill Daozi felt like the Human Emperor was badmouthing him, but he had no evidence.

Contestant Little Meng Rain’s knife handling is quite unique; she cleaved the fish and the cutting board in one go.

Quite distinctive and boldly innovative, worth praising.

Contestant Little Meng Rain stewed the separate pieces in the pot, the heat was so intense that even the fish scales started floating… wait, she didn’t descale the fish.

Is Seven Kill Daozi getting flustered because he has feelings for contestant Little Meng Rain?

Let’s turn to Li Jiaojiao’s performance; her choice of ingredients is quite unique.

Li Jiao Jiao scooped out the eyeballs of sea fish, octopuses, sharks, whales, sea turtles… All marine creatures, and kneaded them into the dough.

She put the kneaded dough into the steam pot.

The steam pot is a special feature of the South Sea region. Generally, it is operated using Spirit Stones, but in the South Sea, it is fired by a flame-spouting fish beneath the pot.

The kind-hearted Li Jiao Jiao placed a bowl of water next to the flame-spouting fish, allowing it to hydrate when it got tired.

The flame-spouting fish didn’t dare to slack off, especially with the dough containing all those eyeballs staring at it.

Does this mean that contestant Seven Kill Daozi also has feelings for Li Jiao Jiao?

Let’s turn our attention back to Little Meng Rain. It seems that the Clan Leader of the Merpeople has high hopes for this competition, providing her with a Spiritual Treasure knife and pot, both possessing spiritual intelligence.

Yes, we can clearly see that the knife is resisting Little Meng Rain’s usage.

Contestant Little Meng Rain intended to cut the crab into two sections, but the knife seemed to object to this act of cruelty, leading to a standoff between her and the knife.

With her superior skills, contestant Little Meng Rain subdued the knife and the contest continues.

Contestant Little Meng Rain aimed to make a pot of crab soup. Judging by the reaction of the pot, the taste might not be that great.

Contestant Li Jiao Jiao paid attention to pairing, she also stewed a soup, using a turtle, and seasoned it with an appropriate amount of sugar, salt, soy sauce, aphrodisiac, sesame, sesame oil…

“Hall Master, Miss Li Jiaojiao seems to have added something that isn’t a seasoning,” Mr. and Mrs. Ma Zhuo whispered to Jiang Li.

“Warn her, if this happens again, her qualification will be revoked.”

Mr. and Mrs. Ma Zhuo nodded their heads.

Li Jiao Jiao didn’t expect her discreet method would be discovered, and she could only regretfully pour out her soup and start again.

This time, Li Jiao Jiao’s soup looks much more normal. She bled an octopus to death, vigorously beat it to prevent resurrection, tied it up to avoid escape, and then stewed it.

An excellent method of preparing an octopus, indeed eye-opening for many.

Jiang Li’s commentary suggested that it was hard to tell who would win between the two, and Seven Kill Daozi’s fate was uncertain.

Perhaps this is the karmic payback for Seven Kill Daozi’s indecision in love. If he had established a relationship with Little Meng Rain earlier, this situation wouldn’t have arisen.

“Who do you actually like, Little Meng Rain or Li Jiao Jiao?”

With a gloomy face, Seven Kill Daozi replied, “I thought I liked Little Meng, but now I feel that I was too impulsive. After this competition, if you see my master, please tell him his disciple was unfilial and couldn’t serve him.”

“What about if you don’t consider this competition?”

Seven Kill Daozi seriously said, “Then I would definitely choose Little Meng Rain!”

Realizing the truth, Jiang Li relayed a message to Little Meng Rain.

“Stop cooking and serve Seven Kill Daozi a bowl of hot water.”

After a thrilling round of showcasing their culinary skills, Rain Little Meng and Li Jiaojiao had both finished their dishes.

“Daozi, try Jiaojiao’s dish. Do you like it?” The usually aggressive Li Jiaojiao adopted a much softer tone as she spoke to Daozi, a change that left those listening a bit unnerved.

The moment Daozi roughly grabbed Li Jiaojiao, she found herself drawn to him.

Li Jiaojiao, having always been spoiled and pampered, had never experienced such treatment. She found it exciting.

“This is the main course I made. I named it ‘Centre of Attention’.”

When Li Jiaojiao lifted the lid, dozens of pairs of eyes were drawn to the bread. The gaze lingered on Daozi, making his hairs stand on end.

Daozi closed his eyes and carefully took a bite, swallowing without tasting.

“Is it good?” Li Jiaojiao asked expectantly as she watched Daozi.

Daozi nodded and tried to smile slightly, not daring to speak.

“Choked, didn’t you? Here, have some soup.” Li Jiaojiao brought over an octopus soup. A whole dead octopus was floating in the bowl, seeming to convey the brutal treatment it had endured before its death.

Daozi elegantly took a small sip.

Li Jiaojiao was quite satisfied with her cooking skills, and interpreted Daozi’s reaction as him finding her food delicious.

Next was Rain Little Meng’s turn.

“Why are your hands so cold?” Rain Little Meng asked, holding Daozi’s hand, her brow slightly furrowed, and looking very worried.

Daozi looked at Rain Little Meng sincerely: “Because you are my warmth.”

“So don’t make me eat….”

“So try this soup I made.”

Daozi, feeling desolate, thought his end was near.

“Hahaha, Rain Little Meng, you seem to have exhausted all your options, resorting to bringing a bowl of boiled water.” Li Jiaojiao gloated.

Daozi’s eyes lit up, as if he have transitioned from the Underworld to Immortal Realm, given a new lease of life. He picked up the bowl and gulped down the water.

“Tasty?”

“Tasty, it’s sweet.”

Rain Little Meng found it funny: “How can it be sweet?”

“Because you made it.”

Rain Little Meng snuggled in Daozi’s arms; their eyes met, shutting out the rest of the world.

“I think I understand now how to cultivate the Spirit of the Sword.”

“How do you cultivate it?”

“Clear your heart and that will be the Spirit of the Sword. Little Meng, I love you. Little Meng, will you be the sheath of my sword?”

“I do.”

Jiang Li found it amusing how Daozi was able to act like a cold-hearted Sword Cultivator, able to suppress his true personality.

He shook his head, chuckling, stopped paying attention to Daozi, let the young ones deal with their own matters.

Jiang Li approached the Clan Leader of the merpeople and handed her a jar of Dragon Blood: “This is your reward.”

“Thank you, Human Emperor.” The Clan Leader carefully took the Dragon Blood, examining Jiang Li with curiosity.

She hadn’t been born when Jiang Li had saved her clan 500 years ago; this was her first close encounter with him.

He looks rather ordinary.

“I have a special request.”

“Please, Human Emperor.”

“Could you introduce me to your former clan leader?”

Jiang Li found the blood relationship between Rain Little Meng and the Clan Leader intriguing. He had some suspicions, but he still needs to find Rain Little Meng’s grandmother, the previous clan leader, to confirm it.