Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

I slept soundly until dawn, and when I went out for a stroll, I noticed that it was unusually noisy today, so I randomly picked someone to ask.

Yao Qingyi, who was originally on her way, was mesmerized by Yue Wu's beauty. The woman was so beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, and her lips were small, red, and glossy. She looked very kissable. If you got close, you could smell the sweet orange scent on her. She liked it.

Moon Mist was very satisfied with her attitude. It seemed that the soul search was the right thing to do. It was a bit reckless, but fortunately the result was good. After proving her innocence, people immediately changed their opinion of her.

I felt inexplicably relieved, as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted off my feet, and I felt much lighter.

It's the last remnant of the original owner. Even if you force yourself to ignore it, you still care a lot about how others perceive you.

Yao Qing replied, "Something happened at the Immortal Prison. Someone broke in and injured many disciples. I'm going there to help."

Yue Wuxin expressed her gratitude, and Yao Qing reluctantly left, as she had to fulfill her duties as a pill cultivator.

Once things calmed down, Yuewu indeed received news that Han Ziyan had been rescued. Of course, Han Ziyan was the current Demon King's most favored son, and there was no way he would be allowed to fall into the hands of the human race.

As the chosen one, it was within her expectations that he would be rescued because of his good fortune. She had no intention of the Demon King ceding territory and begging for mercy for Han Ziyan's sake. The Demon King valued Han Ziyan only because he still had value to him.

But with spies planted and provocations coming to their door, the uncle could tolerate it, but the sister-in-law couldn't!

Autumn has arrived, and the leaves are falling to the ground with a rustling sound. The fiery red maple leaves have laid a thick carpet on the earth, and they make a crisp crunching sound when you step on them. The autumn wind is blowing, and a slight chill is blowing. I took a breath of fresh air and turned to leave.

A great battle is about to break out, and she needs to be prepared. She can't let down such a beautiful blue sky and sea.

In the year 306 of Jiayue, a great war broke out between humans and demons. All major sects and local forces worked together to overcome the difficulties. The Demon King led the expedition, and Han Ziyan, the Demon King's son, served as the deputy commander. The demons were brave and fearless, with the momentum of being able to fight against a hundred. The humans were mediocre, but they had the advantage of being numerous and powerful and good at using various tools. In the early stages of the war, the two sides were evenly matched and deadlocked.

Xuan Du Immortal Venerable's proactive attack caught the demon race off guard. More humans came to their aid, greatly replenishing their support. The humans fought relentlessly on the battlefield from morning till night, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and even the demon race, known for its brute force, could hardly withstand them.

Sensing something amiss, a demon spies reported, "Your Majesty, I've heard that culinary cultivation is currently popular among the immortal sects. The skilled cooks produce food comparable to top-grade elixirs. Among them, the grand-disciple of Immortal Venerable Xuandu is the most outstanding, able to quickly replenish a large group of people without wasting any of the spiritual energy."

The Demon King's face was grim. He had previously scoffed at the idea of ​​food cultivation, but today he had actually suffered a major setback because of it.

Then, remembering something, he angrily swept everything off the low table, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving, panting heavily, and then he laughed in anger.

"No wonder they rejected the proposal to cooperate with the demons so readily; they must know that the food cultivators have such great abilities."

He wondered why the demons, who were always simple-minded and arrogant, would go to the immortal sects to capture insignificant food cultivators. They couldn't really think it was for some kind of delicious food, could they? After all, the demon and monster races were on good terms in private, and the demons knew the inside story but didn't even bother to inform them.

He thought angrily that once he conquered the human race, he would turn around and attack the demon race, so that those fools would know how powerful he was.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. His demonic aura surged uncontrollably, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Hearing the panicked cries from the side, he was greatly displeased. With a wave of his hand, the weak little demon was flung away, his ribs broken, blood gushing from his mouth, and his chest no longer rising and falling.

Everyone else was trembling with fear and quickly dragged the little demon away, afraid that they would be implicated if they angered the Demon King again.

Lately, the Demon King's temper has been getting worse and worse. He gets angry and kills at the slightest provocation. They just assume it's because of the sudden change in the war, so everyone is keeping a low profile and doesn't dare to provoke him at this critical moment.

In the year 311 of Jiayue, the human and demon races fought numerous battles, large and small. The demon king's tyranny and bloodthirstiness caused internal strife among the demon race. After eliminating the traitors, the human race was united and its morale soared.

In the 313th year of Jia Yue, the Demon King went mad and launched a large-scale war in the royal city. His Highness Han Ziyan put righteousness before family, and the demon people supported him as the new king. Later, the new Demon King showed consideration for his people and showed weakness to the human race in exchange for a chance to recuperate. The war that had lasted for many years finally came to an end, and the people of both races breathed a sigh of relief.

The once peaceful and tranquil land has returned to serenity once again.

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"The Qingyun Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony is about to begin, come quick!"

"I want to become a disciple of Danfeng and heal the sick and save lives."

Inside the main hall, Ji Ci sat on the seat of honor, still feeling somewhat flustered. Ever since he demonstrated his skills in food cultivation during the great battle, the immortal sects have placed increasing emphasis on food cultivation. As the leading sect, Qingyun Sect took the lead by establishing a Food Peak and appointing Ji Ci as its peak master. The formal investiture ceremony will be held once his cultivation reaches the Golden Core stage.

Ji Ci was very self-aware. He knew that if it weren't for the scarcity of food cultivators and the spiritual food recipes given to him by his master, he would never be qualified for the position of peak master. However, the other disciples were convinced and didn't mind because of his outstanding performance in the great battle.

Upon hearing that the Qingyun Sect had opened a Food Peak and started accepting disciples, many mediocre talents with some experience in cooking rushed over to try their luck, since food cultivators value talent more than cultivation level.

After becoming the peak master, he interacted with people more frequently and closely. His temperament improved a lot, and he was no longer as aloof as before. He also gained great insights into cultivation and became more and more at ease. In just one hundred years, he advanced to the Golden Core stage.

Upon receiving the good news from her disciple, Yuewu specially brought Xuandu back. Yuewu was carefree and didn't think much of it, but Xuandu felt embarrassed to come empty-handed as an elder, so at Yuewu's suggestion, he wrote a calligraphy piece.

Ji Ci took it and opened it.

Having tasted the world's delicacies, one is filled with endless flavors, and spirits soar amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

Free and unrestrained, clean and fluent, every stroke is expressive, every character is exquisite, and only by looking closely can one discover its wonder.

It contained an extremely sharp and domineering spiritual energy. His fingers caressed it, and gilded characters appeared in his eyes. They were various novel folk snack recipes. Although they were not as detailed as the recipes taught to him by Moon Mist, they were still novel.

This seemingly ordinary calligraphy scroll is actually a small space used to store recipes, which would be a good way to pass them down through generations.

Yuewu sat on the side with anticipation in her eyes, waiting for the feast to begin. The spicy and stimulating aroma in the air almost made her drool. Hot pot and barbecue—she hadn't had these in a long time.

He enthusiastically taught Xuan Du how to eat, and when he saw that the meat in the pot was cooked, he kindly helped Xuan Du pick up some food. Ji Ci wanted to stop him, since everyone knew that Immortal Venerable Xuan Du was notoriously aloof. But he didn't expect that Xuan Du would not mind at all and would open his mouth to eat. After chewing, he even smiled and thanked Yue Wu.

Ji Ci was shocked. He had only met Xuan Du a few times and his knowledge of him was based on rumors in the sect. He had heard many similar descriptions of him as aloof, cold and ruthless, but now it seemed that this was not the case. However, were the two of them getting a little intimate?

He glanced at Xuan Shen, who was enthusiastically serving food to Xuan Qing. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it. After thinking about it, he figured it was probably just the affection between master and disciple.

Several hundred years passed, and the thunder finally subsided. The dark clouds dispersed, and golden light descended in an instant. The heavenly gate opened, eliciting gasps from the crowd. Guided by the golden light, Ji Ci's body became light and floated slowly upward.

"A miracle has occurred!"

"Immortal Venerable Ji Ci is about to ascend! He is the first person in history to ascend into the Immortal Realm as a cultivator of food!"

Ji Ci's figure slowly disappeared until it was completely gone. A streak of light flashed across the sky and landed in the hands of the person on the ground.

As the light faded, it revealed the calligraphy scroll sent by Xuan Du. Upon opening it, everyone realized that before leaving, Ji Ci had categorized and compiled all the recipes he knew into the scroll for future generations to study.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Ji Ci's contribution and took two characters from the calligraphy scroll as a title to commemorate the occasion.

From then on, everyone knew the name of the God of Food, and all food cultivators regarded him as their lifelong goal.