When the last slice hit the cutting board, the chef moved like a blur. Boom, boom, boom—twenty-eight monster furnaces roared to life, lighting up with flames. Oil sizzled, broth bubbled—everything kicked off at its own wild, frantic pace.
With a blast of inner power, the guy let out a shout that rattled the walls—his energy exploded, making the hot dishes hotter, the rich ones richer, the spicy ones spicier, the fragrant ones even more mouthwatering. All by himself, he blew the whole hotel kitchen out of the water.
Watching all this go down, Jack Young finally got it—this guy was a true culinary deity, the real deal.
"It’s coming, it’s coming—almost here!" Fiona Fang clung to Jack Young’s sleeve, eyes wide with excitement. "The glowing dish is almost here!"
Just then, the lid of a giant pot shot up like it was rocket-powered. Next thing you know, a blinding beam of light blasted out, shooting straight into the sky—turning the weather upside down, like a laser cannon throwing a rave in the clouds. Even the cold wind got sucked in, swirling around like it wanted to join the party.
The man took a deep breath, voice booming like a gong: "Continuous Feast—dishes are up!"
From the blazing beam of light, three dishes popped out of one pot.
"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail~~" Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—three giant platters spun toward the audience like glowing UFOs, living up to the hype. The local toughs went nuts, reaching for the flying plates like fans at a rock concert grabbing for souvenirs—everyone fighting for a taste.
"Hold your horses, more grub coming right up!" Boom—the second furnace blew open, blasting another laser into the sky—another pot, another three dishes: "Roast duck, roast chick, roast goose~~"
Suddenly, three more flying saucers joined the party overhead.
Piping-hot roast pork, crispy duck, saucy chicken, cured meat, pine-flower sausage, dried belly, air-dried ham, spicy sausage—the works!
The whole dining hall turned into a wild disco—beams of colored light shot everywhere, diners jumped up and down waving their arms, yelling like maniacs. Twenty-eight monster pots exploded in sequence, blasting twenty-eight giant pillars of light skyward. It was epic, it was hilarious.
Come on, you’re just a regular Innate master, but you’ve cooked up a light show that’d make a Heavenly King jealous... Did you put all your skill points into RGB effects or what?
But Jack Young just grinned, then got serious. Heart and path in sync—this guy loved cooking so much, it didn’t matter if outsiders thought he was nuts. For him, every move was pure passion and youth. Utterly focused, totally devoted; beyond ingredients, food, and diners, nothing else mattered.
This guy’s devotion to cooking was like a casino king who lives for rigging the game. Once you hit that level, real power’s not far behind.
All twenty-eight pots were open, ingredients gone, but the Triple Blade Style was still hanging in the air. The guy’s eyes were determined yet dazed—three blades, not quite drawn, not quite put away, caught in a total chef trance.
Could it be... this guy’s trying to chase enlightenment with his spatula?
Clack, clack, clack! Not a heartbeat—just teeth and fingers on knives, like a chef possessed. In the haze, some wild scene started to unfold around him, but something was still missing. "One more dish... one more dish... There should be one more dish—!" He struggled to lift his knife, but the pantry was empty.
Doesn't matter how much grub you prep—before enlightenment, you always run out. Nothing left to slice.
Nothing left to slice? Now what?
No—there was still one thing left. The man's eyes suddenly sharpened; he flipped the knife and pointed the blade at himself.
Everyone was too busy partying in the light show to notice the man's strange behavior. Xavier Stone saw it, but he didn't intervene—this was a trial the chef had to face alone. If he passed, he'd rise higher; if not, he'd lose his life and his path.
Xavier Stone sighed for him. Back then, Xavier survived his own trial because he found a bet worth staking everything on. But right now, for this chef, nothing but his own burning passion could serve as the ultimate ingredient for his Dao-seeking cut.
Cutting flesh to feed eagles, offering oneself to feed tigers.
Right now, it was time to risk it all on the Dao!
In a flash, all hesitation vanished. The man, full of devotion and resolve, slashed toward his own chest. As the blade went down, Fiona Fang sensed something was wrong. She reached out, but it was too late.
Just then, a fist-sized object suddenly shot out from the judges' table, teleporting through the air to block the Triple Blade Style. Xavier Stone's face changed—saving the chef was one thing, but blocking his Dao was another! Yet, to his surprise, when the three blades struck the object, it didn't just stop the knives; it triggered a wild and unbelievable transformation.
Whoosh—!
A massive illusion expanded, leaving everyone stunned—as if witnessing the ancient earth splitting apart. Nine fire dragons rampaged below, flattening mountains, burning lakes, evaporating everything. Then, from the heavens, a colossal meteor streaked down, trailing infinite cold. Unmatched power, unmatched grandeur, unmatched destruction, and unmatched creation.
The man seemed to stand atop that meteor, wielding three blades, and swung his chef knives fiercely at the nine rampaging fire dragons below.
Even fire dragons—he’ll turn them into cuisine!
Heavenly King Phenomenon: Salvation Dish!
Boom...
It was like something exploded—and something was born. In a flash, all the flashy lighting effects were completely overshadowed. In front of this dish, all the others bowed down, not daring to shine.
Amid the soft, shimmering starlight, the chef strode forward, dish in hand, like an immortal emerging from the sea of stars. The dish itself: flames for the plate, cold air for the cover, with a single pellet inside, spinning like a falling cold star above the fire.
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The scattered starlight slowly faded, and the chef had arrived before Jack Young.
He looked at the cold star in his hand, then at Jack Young, and suddenly bowed deeply: "Saint, your favor made this possible. I’ll never forget it."
It was Jack Young who had tossed out the ingredient capable of bearing his Dao-seeking slash, allowing him to become a true Heavenly King. Without such a gift, even the mightiest wouldn’t have earned the title of Saint so convincingly.
After bowing, he straightened up, eyes burning with curiosity: "Saint, may I ask—what ingredient is this?"
"The essence of catastrophe under heaven; the ultimate core of an ancient demon." What Jack Young had tossed wasn't just anything—it was a Prime Meat Blossom, refined from the Great Winged Demon, plus a touch of cosmic cold. Perfect match—but the weird cold is a secret best kept.
"Catastrophe under heaven, ancient demon?" The chef was stunned, then utterly fascinated. If a regular person said that, it’d be pure bragging—but coming from a supreme expert like Jack Young, it had to be true. Maybe he just hadn’t reached that level yet. And the deeper you dig into South Wasteland history, the more you believe in gods—there’s just too much myth and relics to ignore.
"So that’s it, so that’s it... Ancient demon, huh... Wish I’d lived in that era—could’ve sliced off a shank and made soup. Using demon essence to seek the Dao—he was so grateful, all he could do was present the dish with both hands and bow deeply: "Please, Saint, taste."
Thanks to the chef’s skills, the Prime Meat Blossom was completely transformed. From fist-sized to just the size of a longan fruit. Jack Young focused, halo flashing, eyes piercing through. Not just the outside—even the very core had changed in some mysterious way. Normally, that’s impossible; a refined Meat Blossom is a Meat Blossom, period. But clearly, this Heavenly King Phenomenon was something else—this Salvation Dish was the real deal.
Jack Young solemnly reached out with both hands, nodded to the chef, and took the dish. Then he picked up the cold star and popped it in his mouth.
His eyes flickered, then he closed them.
The wild spirit of the Great Winged Demon, once fierce and unruly, now behaved itself—like a cow expertly butchered. The surging life force wasn’t blasting out chaotically anymore; it released gently, just right for the body to absorb, making it way easier to take in the Prime Meat Blossom.
And for some reason, the total energy inside the Meat Blossom seemed to have increased—a whole fifty percent more, out of nowhere!
Hmm... Though for some reason, the Meat Blossom now tasted like spicy beef...
Warm, vibrant life force filled Jack Young’s body, making his face instantly flush with health. The always-lazy, even sickly-looking Jack Young was suddenly brimming with dragon energy and tiger strength.
The Prime Meat Blossom contained a massive amount of life energy, but none of it went into boosting his Dragon Elephant Skill—it all got sucked into some huge project gap. The gap was so strong, that after just a moment, Jack’s flushed face turned pale again, and that lazy vibe returned.
Actually, that’s not a bad thing—it’s a necessary step for building extraordinary power. It just keeps draining Jack’s stamina, making him so tired he can barely lift a finger.
Still, that huge gap did get partly filled. Even if it was only a little, it let Jack see a new possibility—a really promising one.
"Hmm..." Jack Young slowly opened his eyes and looked at the chef, waiting for a review. Instead of tossing out a four-word compliment, he asked seriously, "How should I address you?"
"I'm just an orphan, only know my surname Liu, not my full name. Since I love cooking with three blades, folks call me Sam Tripleblade."
"Congratulations, Sam Tripleblade. From now on, the world has a new Food Heavenly King." Everyone held their breath, feeling like they were witnessing history. Jack Young’s words were golden—Sam Tripleblade was now the undisputed Food Heavenly King.
"I have a humble request."
"Please, Saint."
"Can your Creation Cuisine handle this?" Jack Young produced a glowing pill—not just any pill, but a genuine Meat Pill.
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