Chapter 865 - The Plot (2/2)

If his ambition was to become a well-known scientist, then most of them would be considered common lab researchers compared to him.

One could not overtake him with hard work because he worked much harder than anyone else.

Everyone had only 24 hours, unless one received revelation from the heavens, there would always be a gap between them.

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Land of Culinary.

A dark shadow was searching for something within the realm. Wherever it passed, no one seemed to notice its existence.

The realm was not big, it was only a few thousand square kilometers. It was but a slightly bigger island on the sea.

It was evident by this that the magical energy of the Culinary God was not that great.

Fang Ning’s Morality City and the Land of Sanguinity consisted of a hundred thousand square kilometers, much like a medium-sized country.

There were not many countries on Earth that had land consisting of more than a hundred thousand square kilometers.

However, one could construct a huge city with a population of ten million with just a few thousand square kilometers.

“That’s strange, I’ve been searching for three days straight and yet there’s still no clue. The Culinary God is but a low-level god and doesn’t even compare to me. It’s impossible that he would be a master at concealment. He might be able to hide from these locals but it would be impossible for him to hide from a god like me,” the dark shadow marveled while resting at a corner of the jade white square.

It was looking at the jade white square, which was the last place it searched. Based on its judgment, this would be the least likely place for hiding. Even though it was a square used for inheritance ceremonies.

There were nine big pots situated on the jade white square. Each pot was shimmering green like they were rare treasures.

The pots were arranged in three columns and three rows, between them was a space of about a hundred meters. There were people standing next to each pot.

These were people here to fight for the inheritance.

There was a jade white tall stage in front of the nine pots. A simple looking treasure box was placed on the stage that was attracting everyone’s attention.

On the stage sat a green insect who had salivated all over the ground and was watching the nine pots intently.

The dark shadow was contemplating the square, it seemed the most unlikely of places but after eliminating other locations, this seemed to be the only possibility.

Where would it be hidden?

The tall stage, the box? Or the pot?

Nope, remember that even Homer sometimes nods.

However, he was a god.

The dark shadow turned his sights on the contestants.

Becoming a host on somebody’s body, pretending to be an old man, these were specialty tricks of fallen gods.

The dark shadow laughed to himself at this thought. His god’s intuition is telling him that he was in the right place.

The Culinary God’s fallen soul must be hidden within one of these people.

To find out who this person was would be an easy task for him.

He could test them out.

At this moment, the little insect on the tall stage started to say,” Okay, we will now start the first round of test. You may all begin to make a starter soup. Those who are unable to pass my judging standards will be eliminated. Oh, yes, you may use the pots here or even the utensils you have brought along. There are no limitations in this sense. However, I do need to remind everyone here that these few pots are not your usual pots.”

The people below the stage who are standing near the nine pots immediately started working at these words.

Those who had cultivation bases were not anxious but had started to analyze the big pots in front of them. Sharpening the knives in order to make sure you were able to chop your wood well was a reasoning that everyone was aware of, but not many were able to practice it.

During this era, one was not able to become a good chef without being a cultivator. There were many high-end ingredients that only a cultivator was able to recognize and prepare.