Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

In contrast, Ji Ci was in a much worse situation. He was competing against a Foundation Establishment Level 3 Body Cultivator, who was muscular and strong. Standing next to him, Ji Ci, who had a normal male physique, looked tiny.

Yuewu was a little worried. She was afraid that Ji Ci would be knocked unconscious by someone's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish. She had heard that this man had also learned a set of boxing techniques and was incredibly strong. He could unleash a powerful punch with the force to shake mountains and rivers.

Compared to Ji Ci, who had only recently started learning, it was really a close call. The betting odds below were all overwhelmingly in favor of Ji Ci. The few who bet on Ji Ci were only doing so because of the food Ji Ci had provided, even though they knew that Ji Ci's chances of winning were slim. One sword cultivator disciple, seeing how pitiful Ji Ci was, took out two low-grade spirit stones as a token of camaraderie among fellow sword cultivators.

Yuewu thought about the plot development. Ji Ci is the male lead with his own luck. The plot is that Long Aotian is not favored by everyone, but eventually he turns the tables and rises smoothly on the path of cultivation.

This is Ji Ci's first shot in making a name for himself in the future, and as his master, he should also express his support. He then took out a bag of high-grade spirit stones and handed it to the table.

I firmly stated, "I bet Ji Ci will win."

The disciple in charge of recording was dazzled by the huge bag of spirit stones. He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Yuewu and swallowed his words of advice. What could he say when his master was supporting him?

It's not appropriate to tell someone in front of them that their disciple's talent is mediocre and they can't beat their opponent, so they should quickly find someone else to bet on.

He honestly wrote it down, and the man and Ji Ci's bets were tied. The disciple sighed that the direct disciple was really extravagant, using spirit stones like water.

Ji Ci watched as his master threw out a large bag of spirit stones to cheer him on. His eyes warmed with a touch of emotion. As the heavy bell rang, he walked towards the arena, stroking the storage ring on his hand, praying that the contents inside would come in handy on the field.

The disciple sat in front of the chair, ready to watch the competition, when two figures appeared and blocked his view. He looked up in confusion and saw a middle-aged couple. The disciple could sense that the two were close to the late Golden Core stage, so they were probably invited cultivators. He dared not be negligent.

Politely inquiring about what the two had to do, the husband chuckled and took out ten high-grade spirit stones, saying he wanted to place a bet for Ji Ci.

The disciple responded and wrote them down. When Ranhu saw the two talking with Elder Tang of the Discipline Hall, he became even more certain that their identities were extraordinary.

The fact that the two of them placed bets on Ji Ci suggests that Ji Ci has a good chance of winning.

Actually, he also placed a bet on Ji Ci. He always felt that it was safer to bet on both sides with such a colleague. Thinking about it this way, he had also seen some cultivators who rose to prominence later in life, and perhaps Ji Ci was also such a person.

Before the competition even started, he quickly placed another five spirit stones, which was all his savings for the month. He decided to take a gamble!

With a bang, the competition began. The man threw a punch first, and Ji Ci nervously dodged. However, the man was strong and agile, and he kept chasing after him. Ji Ci only stopped when he was pushed back to the edge of the ring. If he retreated any further, he would be eliminated. Panting, the man saw his thin appearance and his eyes were filled with disdain. He decided to use his strongest punch to knock the man out of the ring.

Taking a deep breath, he leaped up and struck. The man clearly showed no mercy and used all his strength. Ji Ci, caught in the corner, had no way to dodge and could only take the blow head-on.

He summoned the spirit sword that his disciple had been practicing with, and blocked the attack. The fierce force made his arm go weak, and his body couldn't withstand it, so he retreated into a bow stance to hold on, looking for an opportunity to get out of this position.

He was too small to fight properly and could only be overwhelmed. He also noticed that the man's relentless attacks were not sustainable with his spiritual energy, but he had something to replenish his spiritual energy.

Any disciple can participate in the competition and use their own weapons; for example, sword cultivators can use swords and talisman cultivators can use talismans.

The only problem is that we can't use pills. If we prepared a huge pile of pills in advance and kept replenishing them, the battle would go on for ages.

Ji Ci exploited a loophole, saying that taking pills was forbidden, but not that taking spiritual food was forbidden. Isn't spiritual food the weapon of a spiritual chef?

Using a clever trick, the sword tilted to the left, and the man's body also swayed to the left. Seizing the opportunity, she kicked the man's lower body with force. The man lost his balance and almost fell over. Ji Ci ducked down, escaped the man's encirclement, and quickly created distance between them.

The man steadied himself, panting heavily, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. This kid was incredibly agile, like a slippery fish.

The couple above kept a close eye on the situation on the stage. When they saw Ji Ci successfully break free from the man's fierce attack, joy appeared on their faces. The husband held his wife's hand tightly, excitedly gripping it as he watched this scene, both anticipating and fearing the upcoming match.

The wife patted her husband's hand to comfort him.

Yuewu surveyed the area above and guessed Jici's tactics, which boiled down to one word: stalling.

The man is clearly tired now. As long as Ji Ci can maintain her composure, she still has a good chance of defeating him.

The arena was large, and Ji Ci felt somewhat confident, unlike her initial panic. She began a chase with the man.

Finally, a thin layer of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads. The man had expended the most energy. He didn't realize that Ji Ci hadn't figured out his intentions. But Ji Ci's cultivation level was lower than his, so how could he possibly last longer than him? You have to know that the higher the cultivation level, the more spiritual energy can be stored in the body.

The constant hiding and dodging was incredibly frustrating, like having a carrot hanging over your head, running desperately but never quite managing to grab it. The man, whose personality was already somewhat unstable, became even more agitated, and with his spiritual energy running low, his movements were filled with urgency and impatience.

"Hey! Can't you fight properly? Hiding and dodging doesn't look like a fight at all."

The man angrily stopped him, convinced that Ji Ci wasn't very capable, not even daring to face him directly, and only trying to avoid him; he was simply cowardly and incompetent.

Ji Ci won't fall for his tricks. Everyone has their own strengths, and he doesn't need to cater to men. He should just focus on his strengths and make up for his weaknesses.

A sausage appeared in his hand, and he channeled his fire-attribute spiritual power into his right hand, grilling it directly on the platform. He controlled the heat very well, and his spiritual power was different from ordinary flames. It was grilled in no time, and the disciples watching from the sidelines smelled a smoky aroma of meat that was quite different from what people smelled, making it even more appetizing.

Ji Ci also took out something strange from her storage ring—seasoning powder. While dodging attacks, she sprinkled the special seasoning powder on the roasted sausages. The disciples smelled the aroma floating in the air and wondered what Ji Ci had that smelled so good. Some of the weaker ones swallowed hard because of the strong aroma, afraid that their mouths would actually water and make them a laughing stock.

The middle-aged couple were also spiritual chefs, and they knew that what he had in his hands was not ordinary food, but must have some kind of effect. However, they had never seen this kind of food in the spiritual cuisine recipes.

The man felt that Ji Ci looked down on him. They were having a proper competition, but what was this guy up to? It didn't look like a competition at all.

Ignoring the strange looks from others, Ji Ci continued to adhere to her own tactics, offering only a small resistance before immediately dodging. The two continued their entanglement, their figures appearing in every corner of the arena.

Of course, it could also be described as a one-sided entanglement by the man.

At first, the disciples who bet on Ji Ci losing were full of confidence, but as time went on, they also noticed something strange. Wait, wasn't Ji Ci just recently broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage? His cultivation hadn't been fully consolidated yet, and his spiritual energy was still so abundant. Even the man on the same stage as him, whose spiritual energy was almost depleted, had slowed down his movements.

But Ji Ci was still as relaxed and carefree as at the beginning, which was very strange. They all began to suspect that Ji Ci was actually a genius who was just hiding his talents in ordinary times.

Some people noticed something was wrong, pointing out that there was something wrong with what he was eating, as it seemed to restore his spiritual power.

Upon hearing this, everyone recalled that Ji Ci's ability to create effects from food seemed not impossible. However, someone else asked, "Is eating spiritual food considered cheating?"

Everyone fell silent. Cultivating immortality requires abstaining from the seven emotions and six desires, including the appetite. Therefore, newly initiated disciples must try to abstain from grains. As a result, there are very few spiritual chefs in the immortal sect.

Who would want to be a cook who only has a pot and is good at supporting others when they can dominate the battlefield? Moreover, spiritual food has the same effects as elixirs, and it is relatively more convenient.

Since no spiritual chefs appeared for a long time, the sect forgot about it and made no rule about using spiritual food in the competition.

Ji Ci was simply using her strengths as a spirit chef; there's nothing wrong with that.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, fiercely debating whether Ji Ci's use of spiritual food to replenish her spiritual energy violated any rules. However, the referee, responsible for maintaining order and adhering to the regulations, remained silent, and no one dared to draw a conclusion. In truth, the referee knew it was spiritual food the moment Ji Ci took out the sausage; he had already secretly informed the sect leader. After discussion among the elders, the decision was made four to three, and Ji Ci's actions were permitted.

They also wanted to see if Seasonal Words could create a miracle for the Spirit Chef and open up a new path.