484 The Owner Bu Who Was Looked Down Upon (1/2)

Fu Ba was displeased by the attitude of the kid in front of him.

How could he say something like ”Why would it concern you whether I win or lose in the conference” when seeing as he, Fu Ba, was responsible for registering people there, making him also responsible for disqualifying them.

The number of people with special talents was greater than the number of alchemists. This was because only a minuscle number of people could become alchemists, while many others were incapable of walking down that path.

Those who couldn't become alchemists chose to become doctors or poison masters, instead.

If all of the doctors or poison masters who came to apply were allowed to participate in the conference, then wouldn't he have to spend the entire day recording names? Wouldn't the ensuing large number of people water down the conference?

Although ”Chef” was a nice-sounding title, they were, in fact, just mere cooks.

Why would a mere cook seek to join the conference?

Moreover, how many cooks were still left in Heavenly Mist City? If cooks were amazing, then they wouldn't have been forced to shit down their restaurant because of Multi-Taste Fasting Pills.

There was no way for a chef to compete against an alchemist.

”Teacher! I heard that the young miss Nangong came over...”

While Bu Fang and Fu Ba were having a stare down, someone pushed open the door and rushed in cheerfully. It was a handsome youngster who had a bright pair of eyes that made him seem energetic and spirited.

This person was Fu Ba's disciple—a young doctor who had an outstanding medical expertise.

”Young miss Nangong, I haven't seen you in a long time… However, you are still as charming and beautiful as before.” The youngster's gaze turned fiery when he noticed Nangong Wan in the room.

Nangong Wan just smiled and nodded at him in reply, without uttering a word.

”Fu Ba, just register my friend's name. He really wishes to participate in this Magical Hand Conference.”

That one-eyed old man shot a look at the expressionless Bu Fang and couldn't help but inwardly sneer as he recalled his arrogant words.

”I can surely register him in as I was always fair and just, but if your friend can't pass even a basic selection, then don't blame me for rejecting him. Little Zhen, lead this young master to where he can participate in the selection process with the fifth group.”

That youngster was taken aback. He turned to look at Bu Fang in astonishment before nodding at him.

”Come with me,” said that youngster, leading Bu Fang out of the room afterwards.

Nangong Wan didn't follow them. Instead, she left with the one-eyed man and arrived at the observation seats.

”Do you see that place? Go there and tell the person overseeing the process that you are here to participate in the selection, and he will let you in. However, I must tell you that there is no place for a chef here,” the youngster said to Bu Fang in a tone of astonishment.

Only a mere chef… even if he was extremely amazing, he still wouldn't amount to anything.

The doctors and poison masters somewhat derived their professions from alchemists', with the hope of surpassing alchemists some day.

However, if a mere chef like him declared his wish to challenge an alchemist, everyone would laugh at him.

”You are probably the first chef in history who has come here to register for the Magical Hand Conference. I hope that you can pass the selection process, but if you can't pass such a trifling selection, then you just have to go home, take a bath and go back to sleep.”

That youngster scoffed at him. It wasn't as though he looked down upon Bu Fang, he just believed that Bu Fang's goals were outrageous.

Bu Fang just looked at him calmly without uttering a word. There were some things that one didn't need to explain, and Bu Fang was too lazy to try and explain, as well. Moreover, this youngster wasn't qualified enough to warrant an explanation from Bu Fang.

These people knew nothing about chefs.

A trace of mockery flashed within the youngster's eyes as he watched Bu Fang walk toward the stage where the selection trails was going to be held. Then, the youth turned around and went to the observation seats because Nangong Wan was there.

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”Have you come to participate in the selection? If so, then tell your name and profession; after that, you can go and stand in a corner, waiting for your turn,” the examiner said, after calmly watching Bu Fang for a few moments.

”Bu Fang. A chef,” replied Bu Fang.

That examiner was taken aback. He furrowed his brows and said, ”Speak clearly; what profession did you just say?”