Big Things! Big Things!
The power of the Phantom Object was so great that, as the Investiture of the Gods and Conferment of Immortality unfolded, anyone who saw Feng Xue would naturally think of the Divine Duty he had been conferred.
But Feng Xue remained completely unmoved. Behind him, the ethereal image of a celestial being grew increasingly real, the essence of [Martial] and [Immortal] intertwining and then merging entirely into the dough in his hands.
Oily dough, watery dough, scalded dough, sugar dough...
He kneaded out all sorts of dough, but in the eyes of the audience, this was far more than just cooking skills.
The number of viewers in the Live Broadcast Room was increasing. Although a world-class competition was being broadcast live, compared to those cooking processes that were incomprehensible to watch, Feng Xue's live stream, which was full of martial arts charm and where one could improve simply by observing, was obviously more attractive.
What's even more amazing is that everyone who watches his live stream becomes completely absorbed in it. So much so that even if someone discovers that the live stream is being used to promote the Peach Banquet, they will be so engrossed in the videos filled with endless martial arts and immortal cultivation that they forget to report it.
The Live Broadcast Drone, Live Broadcast Room on the most popular platforms, continuously promote the content with the support of audience engagement algorithms, thereby attracting more viewers to join.
Each dough ball ferments rapidly under the influence of different Internal Force, and under that Pastry Stick, layers of flaky pastry are constantly flattened and folded.
Three floors, twelve floors, thirty-six floors, one hundred and forty-four floors...
As the number of folds increases, the layers of the pastry become difficult to discern with the naked eye. If it weren't for the allure of its philosophical depth, some might already be wondering whether such a thin pastry could truly remain intact.
However, the technique Feng Xue used was not an ordinary dough-rolling skill. [Masterful Creation] provided him with the ultimate precision. Although he could not carve chips by hand, he could more than make flaky pastry with each layer less than 0.02 millimeters thick.
The 2,500-layer flaky pastry was completed in just ten minutes. Feng Xue then set it aside and began a new process.
Unlike the previous "Seventy-two Faces of Soaring Dragon, "Feng Xue wasn't going to follow any rules of etiquette this time. Before, everyone followed the rules, so he naturally only used "normal" dishes. But now that someone was breaking the rules, he simply went all out.
He didn't use any seasonings from the Cyberpunk World, but even if he used ingredients from that world, there would be a difference in scientific research level.
Just as the discovery of umami components such as monosodium glutamate and nucleotides revolutionized cuisine, Molecular Gastronomy in the Cyber World, through decades or even centuries of accumulation, has long surpassed this world in terms of level. It can accurately understand the essence of the substances in food that truly bring out the deliciousness, and can deeply understand the subtle changes that each ingredient may produce when measured to 0.1 degrees Celsius... All of this is a gap in realm that even mystical techniques such as Internal Force cannot bridge.
With the help of her Internal Force, Feng Xue was able to accurately apply this knowledge, further enhancing this advantage.
He didn't even use any cooking utensils other than Pastry Stick. The sword intent of the Sixteenth Deadly Sword was channeled into his fingertips, allowing him to achieve a level of precision that ordinary knives could hardly match. Cooking, steaming, and frying were all done with just his own fire. The exquisite control he gained from Jiang Ziya's forty years of alchemy experience was something that even Molecular Gastronomy equipment in the Cyber World could hardly replicate. Only with such a method could he create the miraculous dish where parts two millimeters apart had completely different levels of doneness.
Silently calculating the time in her mind, Feng Xue felt as if a thousand hands were working on the table in front of her.
There had been no comments in the Live Broadcast Room for a long time, not because no one was watching, but because everyone was completely absorbed in this incredible technique.
Although the theme of the Peach Banquet was a feast, the competition format of teams compressed the time. Four hours later, some national teams had already completed the entire banquet. It was at this moment that Feng Xue slammed her hand on the table, and the rising white steam spread out, instantly exposing fist-sized "peaches" to the camera.
Each peach is unique, but without exception, they all give the impression that "this is the real deal." If viewers didn't witness the entire process of making these peaches from dough to finished product, they might suspect that the streamer replaced the dough with peaches halfway through.
However, as the steam dissipated, a peculiar aura filled the air. On the peaches that were already turning red, on the fine hairs as thin as cow's hair, it seemed as if droplets of water were hanging, yet they were blocked by some magical force, unable to seep in even a little.
Hundreds of peaches were arranged neatly on the table, and even through the screen, viewers couldn't help but swallow hard.
They could almost smell the fragrance of ripe peaches.
With a flick of his Pastry Stick, Feng Xue lifted the entire tabletop into his hand. He then kicked the wall, shattering it, and carried this "plate" with a radius of nearly two meters out of the room.
The Live Broadcast Drone to follow behind him, filming every detail from various angles. Even without any clues, the viewers, who had just emerged from the aura of martial arts fantasy, almost simultaneously had the same thought—
Something big is about to happen!
"The Peach Banquet from the Ji Sai Country has been completed. We now invite our judges..."
In the center of the Heavenly Palace City Stadium, the host, who was loudly commentating into the microphone, suddenly froze in place. It wasn't because she lacked professional skills, but because she saw the light!
The light descending from the sky was refracted by a strange force, emitting a colorful and fantastical glow. Feng Xue, dragging the huge plate in his left hand and holding Pastry Stick in his right, stood in the broken passageway. Several security personnel were slumped helplessly to the side, while he, holding the plate that seemed to emit holy light, walked step by step towards the center of the square.
[Holy crap! This is the Peach Banquet venue!]
[The streamer is being silly! Is this a place to cause trouble?]
[The war horn has sounded; security personnel will arrive on the battlefield in fifteen seconds!]
[I already overestimated the streamer, but I didn't expect him to actually pull off something like this!]
[Disrupting the Peach Banquet —isn't that already an international dispute?]
[Nonsense, look at those judges, their faces have turned green!]
[I've never seen anything like this before! I've really never seen anything like this before!]
Is this streamer about to be banned?
[Just kidding, you only get away with this if you have connections!]
A dense barrage of bullet comments filled the entire screen, and heavily armed security personnel surged toward Feng Xue from all directions.
Only...
"Roll!"
The single word uttered seemed to unleash a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones before him, causing all who tried to approach to collapse to the ground.
Feng Xue continued to drag the plate with one hand as she walked step by step toward the judging panel. For a moment, no one dared to move!
The matter of causing trouble in the underworld has already been addressed.
A great man once said, "The propaganda apparatus is the gates of hell."
The protagonist's entry into the Media Company is like entering the gates of hell.
He was restricted by the propaganda department; in other words, he was removed from the Book of Life and Death.
Laugh.
Of course, from the perspective of the elements of Weird Tale, the Book of Life and Death is in his hands, and he can doodle on it at any time. His progress is almost complete, and he plans to do something big at the Peach Banquet, so he must avoid completing the Weird Tale incubation before the Peach Banquet.