Chapter 1750 - The Eighteen Hell Curry’s True Meaning (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The moment Bu Fang finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table changed.

The ten participants were essentially the ten contenders—they were competing against each other to pass the challenge. The Chaotic Energy reward was so tempting to them that they could not extricate themselves.

So, as soon as Bu Fang announced the start of the challenge, they grabbed the spoons with lightning speed, clutched them tightly in their hands, and thrust them into the rice.

‘This dish doesn’t stink!’ Master Zhen Yong’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Although the divine pill was useless, he was confident in his strength. ‘Since that’s the case, I’ll complete this challenge with my strength!’

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Viscount Ash and Viscount Dao Lun held the same thought.

In front of each of them was a bowl of rice topped with crimson curry, which still had bits of chili in it, giving off an enticing smell. Compared to yesterday’s Stargazy Pie, the curry looked more tempting.

“It looks like most of them should be able to complete the challenge today…”

Many people thought so.

The projection array zoomed in to show the curry rice more clearly. The flowing red curry made many people drool.

One of the participants roughly scooped up a spoonful of rice. The sticky curry dripped and fell on the table. He intended to finish the dish as fast as he could. He opened his mouth wide and stuffed the curry rice into it without smelling it.

The spoon clinked against his teeth, and the rice rolled in his mouth. The sticky curry sauce covered his tongue and coated the walls of his mouth. As he began to chew, however, the participant’s body froze!

He was a Saint of the Great Path with hair streaming down around his face. At that moment, he froze. In fact, everyone around him froze, including Master Zhen Yong.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he squinted at the participants. The onlookers’ eyes were wide open. Foxy, sitting on Bu Fang’s shoulder, drooled again while Xiao Ai, Nethery, and the noblewoman craned their necks and watched in curiosity.

The expressions of the participants seemed a little odd.

“Why aren’t they moving?!”

“Go on… You’ve only had your first spoonful of rice. There are ninety-nine more to go!”

“Is it not tasty? I bet it must be very awful… This chef never plays by the rules!”

The nobles were talking noisily.

Suddenly, the projection array caught the expert with disheveled hair. His mouth twitched, then his eyes widened and his hair stood up, pointing straight at the sky. The next moment, tears gushed out of his eyes, rolled down his cheeks, and dripped onto the table. He opened his mouth wide and gasped violently while clutching his throat with both hands. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

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“Water!”

He gave a hoarse growl, then grabbed the glass of icy water that was sitting next to his bowl and took a large gulp. The water ran down his throat and entered his stomach along with the rice. Snot, tears, and sweat were all over the man’s face. He finished the water in one gulp, but the glass was filled up once again.

“That’s your first sip of water…” Bu Fang said faintly, glancing at the man.

Some people could eat spicy food, and some could not—it depended on each person’s constitution. For those who could not eat spicy food, this was probably a dish from hell. However, even if you could eat spicy food, it might be hell as well.

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“You…” The expert sniffled and closed his eyes. Tears were streaming down his face. His sad appearance seemed to move many people.

“Is this dish really so horrible?! He’s a f*cking Saint of the Great Path… But he choked on the spiciness and cried after eating just one spoonful of rice?!”

In fact, the other participants around him experienced the same thing. One participant even turned purple from the heat and flopped on the table, motionless. Obviously, he had fainted. Perhaps the only way to get relief from the spicy pain was to lose consciousness.

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“A participant is knocked out by the spiciness?! He’s a Saint of the Great Path! Yesterday’s Stargazy Pie isn’t even this horrible! At best, it only made people run away with its stench!”

Not everyone could handle the spicy taste. The heat crept into the participants’ cells, making them feel like their bodies were on fire. The sizzling and boiling sensation, the numbness of the tongue, the excruciating pain of the mouth…

“Mama!”

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One expert covered his mouth and burst into tears. Crying could ease the excruciating pain. Tears and snot flowed down his face together. He wiped the residue of the curry from the corners of his mouth, then took a sip of water. After that, he wiped the tears from his eyes and…

“AHHHH! I can’t take it anymore!”

The peak God Emperor rushed out from his seat and tore his clothes. His skin was red from top to bottom. Like a madman, he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. After a while, he stood up and ran wildly toward the distance.

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The nobles fell silent, transfixed. They did not know what to say anymore. Was the dish really so scary? These participants were not actors hired by Bu Fang. They knew them all very well. But their expressions were just too… exaggerated!

Master Zhen Yong thought that with his strength, he should be able to get through the challenge. But he found that he was wrong. It was a spiciness that went right to the bone. Compared with it, the stench of the Stargazy Pie was a blessing.

He ate two spoonfuls of curry rice. When the second spoonful entered his mouth, the spiciness skyrocketed. With a mouth full of rice, his face turned red, and his eyes were wide and bloodshot.

He reached for the glass with a trembling hand. The cold touch exuded a deadly allure. Finally, he could not resist taking a sip. The icy water slid down his throat, dousing the heat in an instant. It made him feel very comfortable. He had never imagined that a gulp of water could be so soothing.

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However, Master Zhen Yong soon awoke from this intoxicating feeling. ‘I can only have… two sips of water! If I take another, I’ll be eliminated! Hold it! I must hold it!’

His eyes were fixed on the rice and the crimson curry in the bowl. It looked as though the curry, which he had thought was nothing special, was laughing like the devil at this moment.

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