Ye Feng instinctively sensed that something was about to happen targeting him or the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Given his current level of understanding, it's impossible for him to believe that this is just wishful thinking.

To be precise, this feeling should be called—a warning!

snort.

With a soft hum, Ye Feng spread his arms wide.

Just like Jian Qingfeng when the Mountain Cottage first opened, he fully released his sword energy.

A massive, bright red sword aura shot into the sky, as if it were about to pierce a hole in the heavens.

Looking at the color of his sword aura, Ye Feng's eyes were filled with nostalgia.

As a true Earthling, this bright red color seems to be imprinted in my bones and engraved in my soul.

The moment the bright red giant sword appeared, everyone, including the guests from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and other sects, was taken aback.

Aren't the people of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect supposed to have an immaculate sword heart that makes them impervious to all spells?

How can something so corrupted by that mysterious force deserve such praise?

Moreover, judging from his aura, he must be Ye Zhizun of the Shushan Sword Sect!

"This...this person, so deeply infected, is the food that will remove that power from us?"

"This is just too bizarre! Could this power be something created by the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?"

"Hiss... This matter is of great importance and cannot be thought about too deeply. I feel like my brain is not working properly."

"No! No! No!"

"What's wrong?"

"No matter how I think about it, something's wrong; no matter how I look at it, something's wrong! This power seems to be similar in color to that power, but it's also very different."

"What's the difference? The same blood red, the same power."

"It is indeed powerful, but upon closer inspection, it does seem to be somewhat different from that other power?"

"That power... but Ye Zhizun's pressure didn't give off any of that feeling. Instead, it gave people a sense of security and warmth."

"Yes! This power feels like a raging fire."

...

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Ye Feng's voice resounded through the sky.

His voice was calm, neither angry nor pleased, yet everyone listened intently.

"Our Shushan Sword Sect is right here. No matter what kind of power wants to target us, we will face it together. But we hope you can bear the consequences of targeting us in the future."

Everyone was startled at first, and then fell into deep thought.

What kind of power does Ye Zhizun possess?

In this realm, they can be said to be unchallenged.

With such power and influence, who would dare to provoke or target such a person?

If they still dare to target us, how strong would their power have to be?

The bodies of the people in front are still warm!

...

After showing off his muscles, Ye Feng fell into deep thought again.

I couldn't help but sigh; this was the fundamental reason why I didn't want to be the boss.

Originally, if the sky were to fall, Senior Brother Shenqing and Ancestor Jianqingfeng would be there to hold it up, and he could just cheer them on and provide logistical support. But now that both of them are gone, and he is the strongest in combat, these troublesome things naturally fall on his shoulders.

This is because with great power comes great responsibility.

But all I really want to do is relax and be a couch potato!

At this point, he was somewhat confused.

What's wrong with being a salted fish who occasionally turns over and shows off another side of himself?

Why do so many people try so hard to become experts?

Shake your head to clear your mind of unnecessary thoughts, but you still have to keep thinking about what to do next.

If the enemy comes again this time, they will definitely include the combined forces of Senior Brother Shenqing and Ancestor Jianqingfeng.

Even if those two haven't ascended to immortality, they'll probably be in a very passive position.

Therefore, improving the sect's strength was once again placed as the top priority.

Currently, the two ways to quickly improve a disciple's strength are passing on the teachings and having a blank recipe book that can be set up to the highest grade 7.

There's still no clue how to spread the word, so the only thing we can use is the 7-star recipe.

This recipe is a real headache; it only allows recipes that have never been made in this world to be included.

Writing down what has already been done will have no effect.

Ye Feng needs to be extremely confident before he can continue writing.

Now, a giant guillotine hangs over his head, ready to strike at any moment. Even if Ye Feng is only 99% certain, he has no choice but to write down the recipe.

Unfolding the exquisitely patterned and profoundly mysterious recipe in his mind, Ye Feng began to use his thoughts as a pen to write and draw.

Ingredients—Silver Ginseng, Azure Cloud Melon, Spirit-Ascended Non-Spicy Chili Pepper, Spirit-Ascended Extra Spicy Green Pepper, Spirit-Ascended King Oyster Mushroom, Azure Spring Bamboo Shoots…

The recipe is quite extensive, with twenty-seven ingredients listed.

Finally, Ye Feng gently wrote the name of the dish at the end of the signature.

"Nine-Knot Three-Silk Tower".

After writing down the dish names, Ye Feng smiled slightly, and the image of his junior brother on Earth, who had focused on alchemy for 20 years, resurfaced in his mind.

I heard he tried to recreate this dish, but given his knife skills, it's probably unlikely he'll succeed.

This dish is the one that Ye Feng can think of that is the most challenging for a chef.

First of all, cutting 99,000 thin strips from 27 kinds of ingredients is something that ordinary chefs cannot do.

Although people in the cultivation world are much more powerful than ordinary people, it might be easy for them to move mountains and fill seas like a demolition team, but it would be a bit difficult for them to do such delicate work.

This is a skill that requires practice to master; even with talent, it's difficult to get the hang of it without dedicated immersion.

Ye Feng laid out the prepared ingredients in a row.

The cleaver gleamed coldly as it was rubbed against the large loaf of bread.

With a light sigh, Ye Feng's expression became exceptionally resolute.

The first step in shredding is naturally slicing.

If the slices aren't good, then the shreds are out of the question.

Back when Ye Feng was practicing slicing, he ate a lot of white radishes.

After all, it would be such a waste to cut it up and not eat it, right?

Fortunately, his pickled white radish was sweet and sour and delicious, and his fellow disciples helped him finish it off; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to finish it even if they ate it every day.

But despite the tremendous effort, the results were gratifying.

Later, Ye Feng sliced ​​white radish so thinly that it was as thin as a cicada's wing, and one could easily see the teacher through the radish slices.

Ye Feng is now fully focused, and with the support of his powerful divine soul, his eyes can see every detail of the ingredients.

Then the slices of various ingredients that he cut were naturally of uniform thickness and size.

Lay the sliced ​​pieces out in a row, take a deep breath, and start shredding.

“Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap…”

The sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board was as dense as pearls falling onto a jade plate.

The lifting, lowering, and movement of the blade were perfectly precise.

After cutting each ingredient, Ye Feng would put the shredded ingredients into a bowl of water.

The fine, spiderweb-like strands of food floated quietly in the water, occasionally bobbing up and down with the vibrations of the cutting board.

Half an hour later, Ye Feng laid the cleaver flat and finally let out a sigh of relief.

The sacred beast broth used as the base flavor on the stove is almost ready, and now comes the part that tests the chef's patience the most.