Has the Great Desolation been ruined?

"Fellow Daoist... you are..."

Chen Xuan stopped tilling the field, hoe in hand, and took a sip of spiritual spring water, a comfortable feeling spreading through him.

Before the God of Cooking Competition began, Chen Xuan cultivated some crops on the Witch Clan's territory, letting them take care of them. The most crucial part was that he was kicked out by a group of Primordial Goddesses who wanted to have a private chat.

Damn it...

Were they having girl talk even in the Primordial World?

"Haha... what an interesting little fellow. I am Tianjun Daoist. I cultivate on Kunlun Mountain. I heard about the Primordial World's number one cooking competition and came to see what it's all about?"

Tianjun Daoist smiled broadly, full of curiosity, and didn't seem to mind making friends with Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan trembled slightly. The name Tianjun Daoist didn't seem to appear in the Primordial World. The three thousand guests of Purple Heaven Palace didn't record everyone...

Who was this guy?

"This cooking competition is about comparing food. See? Everyone is enjoying the delicacies. You just need to grill the meat of wild beasts, fierce beasts, and some other beasts, add some seasonings..."

Chen Xuan was very curious and explained what delicious food was, one by one.

"What are you doing now?" Tianjun Daoist asked enthusiastically, taking out some spiritual fruits and offering them to Chen Xuan.

"Haha... Of course, I'm tilling the field and planting potatoes and sweet potatoes..." Chen Xuan took out a piece of sweet potato and a potato. They had no spiritual energy but were quite large.

"What's the use of this thing? Even the wild beasts of the Primordial World don't eat it, and it has no spiritual energy," Tianjun Daoist said with disdain.

"Of course, it's for cultivation. Now, take your spiritual fruit, extract a bit of the essence of life, and combine it with my sweet potato to see what happens. My magic power is insufficient, so I'll trouble you..."

Chen Xuan took one of the spiritual fruits from the other party and placed it on the ground with the sweet potato, wanting to see what this fellow was capable of.

"Alright... For a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, this is a very easy task." Tianjun Daoist pointed at the spiritual fruit, and a beam of spiritual light was injected into the sweet potato.

Chen Xuan casually buried it in the ground and sprinkled some spiritual water on it. It quickly sprouted, but it was far from enough and needed external assistance.

"Senior Tianjun... please help nurture the sweet potato. I wonder if your Immortal Technique..." Chen Xuan asked him to speed up the ripening process. After all, a terrifying existence like a Grand Unity Golden Immortal could probably make flowers bloom and all things grow with a single thought.

"I know a little... a little..." Tianjun Daoist waved his hand, and a green light enveloped the area. He sprinkled some divine water, and soon the sprouts grew into a sweet potato vine.

Chen Xuan dug with his hoe, and larger sweet potatoes were revealed. When broken open, they were purple and red, very wondrous, with spiritual energy swirling around them. Although not comparable to some immortal fruits...

This sweet potato vine was no less than the ginseng growing randomly everywhere. It was a genuine good item that needed to be cultivated a few more times before it could be taken back to the future...

"This... how is this possible?" Tianjun Daoist was stunned.

"Hehe... Did you learn it?" Chen Xuan said proudly, "This is gene technology. It can be grafted to possess the characteristics of both plants. Coupled with the abundant spiritual energy of the Primordial World, it can become an immortal fruit in the future..."

"Senior Tianjun... please help me graft it. The competition will start soon, and we'll need to roast sweet potatoes, roast potatoes, and roast meat..."

"Haha... Cultivation can wait, but delicious food cannot be missed..."

Chen Xuan's smooth talk left the other party dizzy. It wasn't that the great gods of the Primordial World were stupid, but rather it was too novel. With a slight turn of thought, they understood. This was the terror of the gods.

"I... " Tianjun Daoist hesitated. He hadn't expected to be tricked into doing manual labor just by saying a few words. He was truly depressed.

"Don't hesitate... I'll give you a good review later. I'm one of the judges in the God of Cooking Competition," Chen Xuan said cautiously.

"I'll do it... but I'm very curious. Why are you helping the Witch Clan? You are clearly not the same species, shouldn't you be opposed to each other?" Tianjun Daoist asked while working, his doubts surfacing.

Who would have believed that one of Daoist Hongjun's three corpses, in order to get to the bottom of things and investigate the details, was tricked by Chen Xuan into tilling the field and willingly did so?

"Actually... the Witch Clan is very good. We are all brothers and sisters, eating delicious food together, playing together. In the future, let delicious food bloom throughout the Primordial World, what do you think?" Chen Xuan smiled.

"No... we are, after all, beings of the Primordial World. Aren't we pursuing the supreme Great Dao? Why are we just enjoying ourselves?" Tianjun Daoist was speechless...

He really wanted to slap Chen Xuan and see if his brain was filled with water. He was so clueless...

"Does pursuing the Great Dao conflict with enjoying delicious food?" Chen Xuan retorted.

"It doesn't seem to conflict, but what achievement is there in satisfying one's appetite? We cultivators should pursue the supreme and stand alongside the great Pangu, equal to the Dao..."

Tianjun Daoist's face was filled with righteousness. If he weren't so overbearing and in control of one area, such words would be enough to cause cosmic upheaval and the condensation of literary energy.

"No, no... If the sky wants to rain, and a mother wants to remarry, delicious food is always better than the Great Dao. Among the countless living beings, how many can reach Golden Immortal?"

"Most of them have poor foundations and cannot advance further, unless you cultivate more heaven-defying spiritual fruits to supply all beings..."

Chen Xuan was very good at bragging. If he continued like this, they could talk all night, for three days and three nights without stopping, and successfully fool the other party.

"Alright!" Tianjun Daoist couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. When Hongjun became a Saint, the entire Primordial World would be mobilized, and everything would fall into place. He said, "What about you? I can't seem to discern your origins..."

"I'm just an ignorant little person in Madam Nuwa's vegetable garden. With a little guidance from her, I've had the qualification to witness the vast land and the nine heavens..."

Chen Xuan sighed, feeling that his origins were ultimately insufficient and that he needed more benefits to improve himself.

"So that's how it is... Little friend, I have something to attend to and need to go out for a bit. You carry on," Tianjun Daoist said his goodbyes.

Chen Xuan looked at him solemnly. The other party disappeared like a streak of light. He was very confused. What kind of existence were these terrifying beings?

"I should go ask Madam Nuwa first. I have a vague feeling, and I hope it's not wrong..." Chen Xuan immediately left.

In a secluded valley...

A group of charming goddesses were chatting and laughing. The other members of the Witch Clan were taking care of the guests from all directions. The beautiful figures that met the eye were truly captivating.

"Sisters... forgive my intrusion..." Chen Xuan cupped his hands like a scholar.

"Little Xuanzi... Is something the matter? You can come in and sit. We're not man-eating monsters," Madam Nuwa said with a smile.

Chen Xuan really wanted to shout "Great!" and enjoy the pleasure of having beauties all around him...

He knew one thing: if he agreed, he'd probably end up crippled. Powerful women would eventually conquer you. Thirty years east, thirty years west; don't bully the old and weak, or you'll get spanked...

He could only sigh. For the spiritual energy revival of future generations and the equality of all beings, he had truly worried himself sick. He would properly abduct the Primordial Goddesses to the future to farm.

"Haha... Lady Nuwa, have you heard of Tianjun Daoist?" Chen Xuan asked curiously.

"Tianjun Daoist..."

Wangshu, Xihe, and Changxi, the three Taiyin Goddesses, exchanged glances. They felt nothing and had never heard of such a person. They were a little surprised.

"Tianjun Daoist... Daoist Hongjun..." Nuwa looked deeply at Chen Xuan.

"So that's how it is." Chen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling a lingering fear.

"What are you guys doing? The God of Cooking Competition has started. Everyone has learned to barbecue. Now, as judges, we must be present."

Houtu's voice came from behind. The entire Witch Clan was preparing, and naturally, there was no slackening. They had been busy for half a day.

"Let's go, let's go..."

Lady Nuwa was decisive and led everyone out. They soon arrived at the venue. At a glance, the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace were barbecuing, each drawn in by their appetite.

"This is too delicious... With these seasonings, it's simply a delicacy fit for the gods. No wonder it's the God of Food Competition..."

"These are just ordinary spiritual herbs, not even used for alchemy usually. Even dogs wouldn't eat them, yet they've become ingredients. If you just roast them with fire, you can eat them. How did I not think of this before..."

"Haha... Such great food and meat, enjoyed with spiritual spring water. How is it more delicious than immortal fruits..."

A group of people were enjoying themselves. After learning, they all took the initiative to barbecue, savoring the deliciousness with sizzling sounds, and preparing their own entries for the competition...

Especially the Three Pure Ones...

One was barbecuing, one was sprinkling seasonings, and one was tasting, enjoying the deliciousness with gusto...

Damn it, they're eating first...

As for Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi, their collaboration had a bit of the "Smiling, Proud Wanderer" vibe. They worked together, chatting and laughing, reminiscing about past events in the mortal world...

"This is chaos... They're all messing around. I must have my main body attain Dao as a Saint immediately and make arrangements in Zixiao Palace..."

Not far away, Tianjun Daoist muttered anxiously.