Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Han Ziyan's expression darkened. Listening to the high praise others gave to Ji Ci, he realized that the seemingly honest Ji Ci was also a man of great talent.

Spiritual food? Hmph, indeed not to be underestimated.

But what angered him the most was yet to come.

He rushed back to Jianfeng Courtyard, just as Ji Ci was practicing a new dish and wanted to find someone to test its effects. Han Ziyan also agreed to see the effects of Ji Ci's spiritual food.

He looked at the food on the plate, his nose twitching slightly. It smelled delicious, but the golden-brown crust was blackened because the heat hadn't been controlled properly, making it hard to swallow.

Disappointment flashed in Han Ziyan's eyes. It didn't seem that impressive. This was clearly a failure. It was just a chicken leg coated in flour and deep-fried. It was vulgar food, not as good as the celestial nectar he ate in the demon race.

He swallowed his pride and tried the fried chicken leg that Ji Ci was eating. After biting into the crispy shell, the juices inside flowed out quickly, and the next bite was the tender and flavorful chicken leg meat. The shell was sprinkled with a little special seasoning powder, and the slight spiciness further stimulated his appetite, making him unable to stop eating. After finishing one after another, he no longer had the disdainful look he had shown before.

The charred crust has a slightly bitter taste, but it doesn't affect the overall deliciousness; it's incredibly tasty.

He felt a pang of regret; what he had eaten in the demon realm before was nothing compared to this fried chicken leg.

A faint red aura appeared on his body. He was startled and stopped moving. His spiritual power was overflowing.

His body was filled with spiritual power, which was more effective than using a spirit-gathering talisman. He calmed his emotions and returned to his usual refined and gentle demeanor, as if the person who had just been wolfing down his food was not him at all.

He praised Ji Ci highly, thinking to himself that once the demon race successfully conquered the immortal sect, he might as well keep Ji Ci as his personal cook.

Ji Ci looked at the clean plate with satisfaction. If even someone as picky as Junior Brother Han could eat so cleanly, then it must have been a success.

The only drawback is that the outer shell is burnt, which doesn't look good and affects the appetite. Fortunately, he has already practiced once and has mastered the frying time. He will fry another batch later and send it to his master, who will surely praise him happily.

whee.

After the efficacy of Ji Ci's spiritual food spread, many sect disciples rushed to ask Ji Ci to make food for them. They blocked the sword's edge one by one, their aggressive manner making Ji Ci afraid to even go out.

At Yuewu's suggestion, Ji Ci set up a small stall at the foot of Jianfeng Peak and even gave it a special name: Happy Every Day.

The restaurant is run using Professor Yuewu's methods, offering only one dish per day, changing it daily, and limiting the quantity to 100 servings per day on a first-come, first-served basis.

The novel model and outstanding effects attracted many disciples, and even the sect elders heard about it.

Even Elder Tang of the Disciplinary Hall went there in person to taste it. However, the disciple who was punished by him suffered greatly, as he was like a mouse encountering a cat, disappearing in a flash.

The stall's reputation soared, attracting even the usually austere and serious Elder Tang to come and eat, proving that the food was indeed delicious. Ji Ci's food was indeed tasty, and now, how to be the first to buy Ji Ci's food every day was a problem for every sect disciple.

Of course, as a VIP, Yuewu didn't need to worry. After all, he was her master, and she received some special treatment. Every day, she would sit in the kitchen waiting for Jici to cook and keep a close eye on the front lines.

The sect competition began amidst everyone's anticipation, with Han Ziyan being the most eagerly awaited. He was arguably the strongest among the newly recruited disciples, possessing exceptional talent. It was rumored that he had even obtained a fortuitous opportunity while completing a mission, receiving the sword inheritance of a powerful demon cultivator. Although the cultivator was a demon, the sword path was inseparable from the human path, and both were the same. Receiving the inheritance of a powerful figure was already quite fortunate.

Although Ji Ci was previously praised for his amazing cooking skills, he is not as highly regarded anymore. His talent is not outstanding, and his cultivation stagnated for a period of time due to a mental block. His improvement during this period can only be considered to have caught up with the others.

Even if someone has amazing culinary skills, they can't exactly cook on the fighting stage, so it wouldn't be of much use. The disciples would only go easy on them because of Ji Ci's food.

To liven things up, the disciples even set up a betting game, with both sides placing bets to see who would win or lose. This was also a good way for the sword cultivator disciples to earn spirit stones. This year, with the help of the flying taxi service founded by Yuewu, they weren't so tight on money, but they couldn't forget the tradition of kowtowing from year to year.

And every penny earned is a penny earned, hehe.

On the day of the competition, out of respect for her good disciple, Yuewu would naturally attend to support Jici, and also to see Hanziyan, out of consideration for their remaining master-disciple relationship.

Don't think she doesn't know what he secretly did the other day; he must be plotting to frame her!

When she arrived at the scene, she was surprised to find that Xuan Du was also there. Thinking back to how he had specifically reminded her, she sighed inwardly, "Xuan Du is truly a good master. He can even extend his love to his grand-disciple to this extent."

Thinking of his tragic ending in the story, she couldn't bear it. The once powerful figure fell from grace, was misunderstood and despised by everyone, and was even ambushed by the demon race. In the end, a generation of genius perished. What a pity.

Yuewu nodded, secretly resolving not to let Xuandu follow in his footsteps. A person as upright and honest as him should live well and receive the respect of others in the place he protects.

Xuan Du had already noticed a strong gaze fixed on him, his brows furrowed with annoyance. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his little disciple. No wonder, she was the only one in the entire sect who had been staring at him intently.

The more others admire her, the less they dare to offend her; who would be as shameless as her...?

Looking at the disciples below who were excited about Xuan Du's appearance, the sect leader smirked and joked, "Junior brother is really popular. Even your senior brother, as the sect leader, can't compare to you. I remember when Master wanted you to be the sect leader, but you were stubborn and refused. Thinking about it now, I really miss those days."

Xuan Du replied calmly, "Becoming the sect leader is not my wish. Protecting everything I cherish is enough."

When the time for the competition arrived, the sect leader said nothing.

His junior brother is still the same as before...

The competition officially began, and all participants were randomly matched with opponents. Han Ziyan's luck was as good as ever. He drew a cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment. The cultivator looked thin and small. When he saw that his opponent was Han Ziyan, the man immediately put on a look as if the sky had fallen.

He only managed to reach the Foundation Establishment stage by sheer luck before the competition, but every time he thought about being directly matched with a genius like Han Ziyan, he realized that he only participated to hone his skills. Why didn't anyone tell him that being a newbie meant a disastrous start?

Gathering all his strength, he channeled all his spiritual power, preparing to fight a few rounds and save face.

Unexpectedly, Han Ziyan used a movement technique to repeatedly jump around in front of him. He looked around in panic, trying to find his location, but there was no trace of him.

Forced to calm himself down, he sensed Han Ziyan's spiritual energy fluctuations, looked up to his right, and found it!

He felt a surge of smug satisfaction, secretly pleased; it seemed he did indeed possess some talent.

He used his wood-elemental spiritual power to summon thick vines that rushed out, but a dark red spark bypassed the vines and attacked him directly. He reacted quickly and dodged to the sides, but as he moved frantically, the person who had been out of sight just moments before appeared and kicked him cleanly and swiftly, sending him flying off the stage.

The man steadied himself, stood up, and looked shocked. He realized that the spark he had just seen was a trick, a trap to catch him so they could kick him.

However, he quickly came to terms with it. He wasn't aiming for a ranking anyway, and besides, Han Ziyan had already shown mercy. He had also learned a lot from the experience.

For example, learn more tactics, and when you encounter a fight, don't just use spiritual power; you can learn some spells and techniques.

The referee released a spiritual energy blast, which exploded on the arena with a bang, announcing the result of the match to everyone.

"Xie Si is facing Han Ziyan, but Han Ziyan wins!"

The two exchanged a smile, and Xie Yu bowed to Han Ziyan, thanking him for showing mercy earlier.

Han Ziyan easily advanced to the next round.