The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, while Feng Yi seemed to be deep in thought. "I used to think that the Tongtian Sect was just lucky, but now it seems that's not necessarily the case."

The team competition tests the cooperation ability of the entire sect. This time, the Supreme Sect played a bit unpredictably in the team battle, trapping many strong people who took the initiative to attack. In addition, the evil formation appeared at the end, making the competition chaotic. The sect that focused on cultivation made a comeback in the final team battle and won nineteenth place.

But individual competitions are not so simple; they rely entirely on individual combat strength.

Tongtian Sect is not among the Three Sects, Six Schools, and Ten Schools. It is considered a minor sect among the lesser ones. Although its name sounds impressive, the sect is full of cooks and cultivators. It doesn't even have a proper mountain gate. It makes money entirely by catering banquets. It is said that it has risen to prominence in recent years, bought a small mountain, and acquired territory, but no one cares about it.

It wasn't until the Central Plains Grand Competition that he gained some fame.

Today's battle revealed that this insignificant sect had suddenly produced a genius.

An eighty-year-old cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Cloud-Soaring Realm is considered a genius even within the Supreme Sect.

Hearing these comments, Lin Du suddenly opened his eyes. "A banquet? What banquet?"

Feng Yi: ...She knew that the child was just pretending to meditate to avoid being questioned!

Behind him, a row of shivering children clutching their thermos flasks stared intently, "A feast! What feast!"

He Gui laughed, "Young people are so energetic!"

Suddenly, the Tongtian Sect noticed that the Wushang Sect was looking at them with a very strange gaze, as if they wanted to devour them alive.

The sect leader tugged at his eldest disciple's sleeve, "Weren't we too conspicuous? We were supposed to keep a low profile and make a fortune quietly, just showing our faces would have been enough. But look at you, you insisted on going into that so-called Lost Mansion Grotto, attracting the attention of the number one sect. Now look what happened, we may have gone there but not come back alive. You're my only son..."

"Old man, that's enough," Sheng Yan said, taking a water radish from his junior brother behind him and crunching it loudly. "Don't you think that look is familiar?"

The old man glanced at the feast with a puzzled look. "What kind of look is that?"

"Mommy's hungry, time to eat."

Sect Leader: ...

"Now that you mention it, it seems to make some sense." The sect leader stared at them for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the children's eyes did not look like those of a predatory hostility, but rather like those of a longing desire.

Sheng Yan tilted his head, munching on a radish and laughing. After laughing, he lowered his eyes, tossed a handful of yarrow stalks, and plucked them with one hand for a while. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly. This divination...

She finished the water radish in a few bites, stood up and stretched, revealing two dark wooden handles on the leather armor hanging at her waist as she moved.

"I heard that the Supreme Sect's eldest disciple lost his spirit bone, so Lin Du entered the competition at the youngest age just to win the first prize. Hey, Sheng Yan, do you have a way to make a medicinal meal to cure him?" A person squatted down next to him with a grin, munching on a steamed bun.

"Bone can be restored, but spirit bones can't be brought back." Sheng Yan chuckled, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes lowered, revealing an even more pronounced fox-like appearance, with every corner of his lips and eyes upturned, thin yet sharp.

"Hey, Sheng Yan, do you really think you can get first place?" the sect leader asked again, nagging. "I think that Lin Du is quite young."

Sheng Yan glanced back at the fat old man, "Do you really think the number one talent recognized by Heaven is so easy to deal with?"

"Getting into the top three is fine," she smiled. "I don't ask for much."

Throughout history, only those who are number one in the world are truly remembered. How many people can truly remember those who are number two or three?

"But Sheng Yan, you defeated many top experts from major sects. Maybe you really can be number one?" a skinny young man said.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan lowered his eyes, curled his lips into a mocking smile, and softly murmured, "The best in the world..."

She looked at the white-haired monk seated in the center. His pale blue robes were as indifferent as the landscape in a painting, and his white veil concealed a gap due to his exceptionally handsome features. At this moment, he seemed to sense something and turned towards her.

That was an absolutely rare and magnificent sight, no wonder Lin Du was included in the Record of Beauties of Zhongzhou.

As the war drums sounded, the two men leaped onto the stage simultaneously.

"The Tongtian Sect is holding a grand banquet to challenge us."

Lin Du raised his hand in greeting, then looked at the female cultivator opposite him, whose figure was almost as thin as his own, and saw a long-handled spatula in her hand, with suspicious traces of smoke and fire on it.

Lin Du: ...Oh, a chef~

This guy just defeated a bunch of geniuses using only this spatula.

The two attacked simultaneously, and the Floating Life Fan collided with the smoky spatula, causing a cloud of steam to rise between them.

Lin Du's eyes narrowed.

Smoldering fire?

If Xia Tianwu could learn properly from this person, he would probably be able to use the strange fire even better.

The feast was also taken aback by the pure power of ice and snow.

No wonder he can freeze people even if they are in a minor realm.

A clanging sound could be heard as the iron fan and spatula clashed frequently, and two figures, one in green and one in red, moved so fast it was dazzling.

One of the Tongtian Sect members clapped his hands and, joining the crowd in shouting, "Our senior sister is as elusive as the fire in our furnace!"

The fat old man dragged his good-for-nothing disciple down, yelling, "Can't you speak properly?!"

That's outrageous! No wonder Lin Du said we should read more books!

Lin Du found it somewhat troublesome. This person's fire was unpredictable and completely different from the people of the Crimson Cloud Sword Sect. Her fire was extremely restrained, and she even often used hidden fire in battle. In other words, if Lin Du used ice to freeze the array materials, he might be destroyed by the unnoticed hidden fire if he was not careful.

She could only keep her divine sense outward at all times, sensing energy bodies rather than just physical objects, which was why she could see the location of the dark fire.

Now, within the range of her divine sense, there is dark fire everywhere, like a meteor shower, suppressing her power of ice and snow.

For some reason, Lin Du thought of the stars lighting up the sky, illuminating her entire consciousness.

This person can control the fire so well; no wonder he's a culinary expert.

The banquet's lower body was extremely stable, and Lin Du couldn't find her weakness for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he flicked out his unique floating life fan.

Endless snowflakes drifted down from the arena, and in an instant, the entire arena was covered in frost, and the scattered embers within the realm of life were extinguished.

It wasn't just the feast on the arena; those in the seats and on the dais were all subtly using their spiritual energy to protect themselves.

Only the disciple of the Tongtian Sect blurted out, "It's damn cold! Er Gou, where's my sable?! Get my sable out!"

The fat old man's face twitched; he had completely lost face today.

Sheng Yan remained unhurried, lifting a large iron pot with his other hand. With a flick of the spatula in the pot, flames shot out a full ten feet high, instantly melting the snowflakes in the air into nothingness.

Lin Du was slightly taken aback. The dough was scalding hot. She sighed, thankfully there was enough time.

Sheng Yan keenly sensed something was wrong, feeling that something was really off about her feet. She had clearly lit up her feet with a hidden fire when Lin Du swung his fan, so that her lower body would remain stable and not be frozen or slipped.

In the next instant, the cultivator in blue teleported to the side, without extinguishing the fire. He closed the Floating Life Fan and slammed it against the large iron pot, making a clanging sound.

The iron pot trembled slightly, tilted up at a small angle, and the fire swayed slightly as well, before settling steadily back into the person's hand.

Lin Du hissed. This person's hand was so steady that she couldn't even flip the pot over.

Fortunately, it was just a feint. The moment she lifted the pot, her other hand had already thrown out the last few array stones that were restricted to the Feast area. Her divine sense and spiritual power erupted at the same time, and the array pattern took shape in an instant.

Just then, the huge iron pot burst forth with a burst of energy that sprayed outwards, like a seasoned master chef tossing a wok. The spiritual energy, carrying the force of a tiger's claw tearing out a heart, struck Lin Du directly.

Lin Du cursed, braced himself with one hand on the ground, and did a handstand, pouring the last bit of spiritual energy into the array patterns. Then, he used his palm to propel himself up and jumped.

The cyan robe bloomed into a frost-snow flower in the air. Lin Du grazed the attack of the fiery spiritual power. The gauze in front of him was scorched and was on the verge of collapse. Finally, the curled black corner brushed past his face and fell to the ground.

Lin Du landed steadily, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and felt the formation taking shape. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The flames in the iron pot went out in an instant, and one of the Lianheng Sect members blurted out, "The Four Seasons and Four Phases Formation? That's... the Winter Phase!"

The howling north wind and the icy frost and snow made it impossible for those in the formation to open their eyes; they felt as if they were in a freezing winter hell.

The feast was so smoky that I could hardly open my eyes, and I couldn't help but sigh.

In the few short moments she spent retrieving and placing the pot, she had no time to pay attention to what Lin Du had thrown out. She thought that the few incomplete zodiac items Lin Du had thrown out could not possibly form a formation, so she decided to beat him up first and then try to retrieve the formation stones. However, she forgot about the dark fire beneath her feet.

From intense heat to extreme cold, extremes give rise to extremes.

She was in the summer's position, personally infusing the Four Symbols Formation with the final, fully formed fire element aura.

Once inside the formation, she would be unable to withstand the extreme cold for even a quarter of an hour. The spiritual energy she used for defense would be rapidly depleted, and once that energy was exhausted, she would lose and would have to break the formation.

Sheng Yan put away the iron pot and spatula, sighed softly, and reached for the two black wooden handles at his waist.

He drew his twin swords.

Besides mastering the heat, a chef also needs to practice knife skills.

It's not beyond the scope of the curriculum.

The next instant, someone in the stands stood up and blurted out, "That's... the Candle Dragon Saber Technique?"

Lin Du: Huh? What? Slaying a dragon?