CHAPTER 337: CHAPTER 337

"Uh... not really, we’re just an Immortal Cultivation Sect." Changgui said, feeling a bit embarrassed as he slowly closed the lunchbox and looked around, trying to find an opportunity to slip away.

However, when the chef arrived earlier, the students made way for him, but now everyone watching the spectacle had completely blocked the area.

The chef paused after hearing Changgui’s explanation, "Immortal Cultivation Sect... could cultivation actually improve culinary skills?"

Changgui couldn’t answer that. If it was the Sect Leader, he believed it could, but the problem was, it seemed only the Sect Leader could make dishes that improve cultivation. Having seen so much of the world, he now had a preliminary understanding of some things.

At the very least, the only thing he could be sure of was that the Sect Leader’s ability was absolutely unique. After reading so many books and learning so much about cultivation, everything told him that naturally lacking a Spirit Root meant having no connection to the Great Path...

But he himself was a living example; after eating the Sect Leader’s dish, he awakened a Spirit Root, and it turned out to be a top-grade Mutated Fire Spirit Root.

Thinking of this, Changgui suddenly felt a bit worried. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time here; he had to focus on cultivation, or how else could he protect the Sect Leader?

The chef noticed Changgui spacing out and, like lightning, shoved a spoonful of braised pork with rice into his mouth!

Changgui, who was just about to pack up his lunchbox and leave, couldn’t help but frown. Not because he was upset about the food, but because the spoon was the one he had been using just now; it was a bit disgusting...

However, the chef closed his eyes in sheer enjoyment, savoring the bite, chewing dozens of times until he absolutely couldn’t taste anymore, and only then reluctantly swallowed it down.

Everyone turned their attention to the chef, eager to hear his assessment. As for whether some people hoped for a positive or negative review, that was unclear.

All they knew was that after the chef swallowed, his eyes burst with an astonishing light. He locked onto Chen Changgui, took a step forward, and grabbed Changgui’s shoulders with his firm hands, "Where’s our Sect Leader?!"

A question mark slowly appeared over Changgui’s head.

"To tell the truth, I also have a Spirit Root like that, even though it’s just a low-grade one, it surely holds some value. If I can’t keep up with cultivation, I could at least run errands... The Sect Leader works so hard cooking, I could help out!"

Changgui watched the chef’s mouth move, the constant "junior brother" coming from it made his head spin...

Who could tell him since when did this uncle, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, suddenly become his junior brother?!

"Uncle, calm down!" Changgui quickly interrupted, "Whether our Sect is accepting disciples is not for me to decide. If you truly want to join, you should find a time to discuss it with the Sect Leader. For now, don’t call yourself a junior brother to prevent misunderstandings! I, I have something to do, I have to go!"

At this point, Changgui didn’t care about anything else, using his cultivation, he dashed through the crowd and sprinted towards the Immortal Cultivation Academy, like a wild dog off the leash.

Too terrifying!

By the time the chef reacted, Changgui was nowhere to be seen. He shouted in bewilderment, "Hey! Who is our Sect Leader, and where does he live?!"

Among the crowd, Zheng Tuo, who had somehow mixed in, clenched his fist again, not expecting this kind of outcome!