God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

All the immortal clan disciples originally planned to just go for broke and not care about the assessment, just eat first and then talk about it.

However, at this moment, the spiritual power of their ancestor exploded in their ears like a thunder.

In an instant, everyone was stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

The disciples stared at the delicious food in front of them with their eyes wide open, with waves of fear in their hearts.

These dishes are actually the common food that the disciples of Daoyi Sect eat on a daily basis. It is hard to imagine that the food of Daoyi Sect is so good.

Faced with such delicious food temptations, everyone's mood began to change quietly.

After all, as the ancestors said, the principle of "one meal a day, one meal a day" is easy to understand.

At this moment, if they could not hold back their appetite and indulge themselves in this delicious meal, they would lose their precious qualification to join Daoyi Xianzong. Once they missed this opportunity, it would be extremely difficult to taste such a delicacy again in the future.

However, as long as he could grit his teeth and resist his current appetite, successfully pass this crucial third round of concentration test, and become a disciple of Daoyi Xianzong, he could enjoy these mouth-watering delicacies every day from now on.

Thinking of this, everyone made their choice almost without hesitation.

The inner decision was already clear - without a doubt, he had to join the Daoyi Immortal Sect.

Because only in this way can we ensure that we can feast on this delicious food every day in the future.

How could they be satisfied with just a meal? This kind of food should be enjoyed as a precious elixir.

Originally, the eyes of the immortal clan disciples revealed a bit of helplessness and indifference, as if they were ready to accept the result of failing the assessment. However, after hearing the words of their ancestors, a strange power seemed to surge quietly in the depths of their hearts.

Gradually, everyone's gaze began to change subtly. The eyes that were originally dull and full of giving up now flashed with a firm and resolute light.

Although the air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of food, causing the immortal disciples to drool and swallow continuously, their feet seemed to have taken root, firmly planted in the spot, and they had no intention of taking a single step forward.

What a joke! For them, this short hour of endurance is related to their long-term happiness in the future.

No matter what, they have to grit their teeth and persevere.

However, in sharp contrast, the other young monks who came from ordinary origins and had no background had no idea the reason.

No one told them in advance the hidden meaning behind this test, and there was no respected elder to secretly "fool" and give them advice.

So, when the tempting aroma of food unscrupulously penetrated into their nostrils, this group of defenseless young monks instantly lost their ability to resist.

Finally, one of them could no longer suppress the surging impulse in his heart. He stomped his feet and ran towards the dining table without hesitation.

Then, as if in a chain reaction, the second, the third... more and more people began to imitate his actions, rushing to the table one after another, quickly lowering their heads, and wolfing down this rare delicacy.

The moment the first bite of food slipped into their mouths, these people felt that all the pores in their bodies opened up, and an indescribable feeling of comfort arose spontaneously.

This food not only smells delicious, but also has a unique flavor when you actually taste it. The wonderful taste will make you intoxicated and unable to extricate yourself.

They racked their brains to describe this delicious taste, but found that they simply could not find any suitable words to express it, because the taste was so wonderful, flawless, and there was not even the slightest flaw to point out.

I saw these ordinary young monks gathered around the table, devouring the delicious food in front of them like whirlwind.

They ate so voraciously, as if they had been hungry for a long time, their mouths were stuffed full and even the chewing movements became hurried and rough.

Everyone's face was filled with satisfaction and happiness, and from time to time they uttered vague exclamations such as "hmm" and "It smells so good".

For these young monks, they may have never tasted such delicious food in their lives.

At this moment, all their previous concerns and worries were thrown out of their minds, and they did not regret the decision they had made at all.

Being able to enjoy such mouth-watering delicacies, what does it matter even if one fails in the end and cannot pass the sect entrance examination?

At least at this moment, they feel they have made a profit!

However, they are completely unaware that when they take this bite, not only will they not gain any advantage, but they will suffer huge losses, or even a huge loss.

In sharp contrast to this group of hungry young monks are the disciples from the immortal clan.

They stood quietly by, and no one took the initiative to step forward to try these delicacies.

Although it could be seen from their eyes that their hearts were also filled with desire and greed, they still relied on their strong willpower to endure.

However, as more and more people came forward to enjoy the food and ate with gusto and aroma, the immortal disciples, who were already extremely greedy, now felt as if all the nerves in their bodies were being aroused and they could hardly control themselves.

Damn it, everyone was trying hard not to eat and was still able to hold on.

But now, I have to watch others eat so happily while I can only watch helplessly. This feeling is a thousand times more painful than being tortured. I really can't bear it anymore.

More and more people gave up, and the immortal disciples could no longer control themselves. One person was about to collapse, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit off his tongue.

"Hold it back for me."

He spoke incoherently, trying to use the severe pain to barely retain the last bit of sanity.

This sudden scene made those ordinary young monks who were still struggling to persevere dumbfounded. What was going on? Was there so much hatred?

In order to pass the test, you started to hurt yourself? You don't want your tongue anymore?

His eyes were full of admiration as he looked at the fairy disciple in confusion, and the same thought involuntarily emerged in his mind.

"What a ruthless person! He doesn't even let himself go."

But before everyone could come to their senses, another fairy clan disciple took action.....................