Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 456 - 455: Nine Heavens, Bottomless Hell

Chapter 456: Chapter 455: Nine Heavens, Bottomless Hell

Brilliant light danced in the glass room.

"Long time no see!"

Seeing this, Xia Yu could not help but laugh.

These past two months, either he was studying "deadly techniques" or pondering forbidden dishes, it had been a long time since he last saw a glowing dish.

A sudden burst of light erupted, causing everyone except Xia Yu to involuntarily close their eyes.

After two or three seconds, the tycoons reopened their eyes and gazed at the tofu on the pristine white ceramic plate, their eyes widened dramatically.

"This..."

"It’s alive?"

"What’s happening, are the Seven Sages of Bamboo Grove moving?"

Kikuchi Musashi, the old man, vigorously rubbed his eyes and looked again at the tofu that had been cut into pieces.

The tofu, despite being cut, did not separate; the engraved image remained intact. However, the interlacing seams emitted a final glow, and among the shifting light and shadow, the seven scholars either smiled or scratched an itch.

Thump!

Centered amidst them, Ji Kang seemed to be strumming the strings of an ancient zither, the clangor sounding like the urgent gallop of hooves—an intensely tragic scene of Purgatory combat gradually became clear in the minds of the onlookers.

The Shuangjiang Tofu in the plate, draped in an orange-red coat of flames due to the curry, seemed to fiercely burn right there in the dish.

"ROAR—"

The orange-red curry sauce faintly formed a mysterious spatial vortex.

A Purgatory Flame Dragon roared past, half the sky stained a brilliant red.

By this point, it was clear that the two factions of tycoons had markedly different reactions.

The tycoons of the Tiqie lineage, such as Dojima Yin and Tiqie Zongwei, showcased a look of astonishment and admiration, observing the dynamic light and shadow of the Seven Sages of Bamboo Grove image.

"Ah!"

Kasuga Shigeru, Sekiya Takashi, and Kikuchi Musashi, however, simultaneously stepped back, foreheads beaded with cold sweat, as though they had seen some horrific vision, their eyes filled with fear.

After a while,

the tofu was still just a dish of tofu.

"This is my ’Bamboo Grove Seven Sages Curry Tofu.’"

Xia Yu set out bowls and chopsticks on the table, gestured with his hand for everyone to come forward and help themselves.

Instantly, a scramble for food ensued, led by Tiqie Xianzuowen. The ten tycoons present grabbed bowls and chopsticks, even Sekiya Takashi casting a tight gaze at Xia Yu.

This was the most primal desire!

Nothing else, just a craving to eat, to feast heartily!

"Heh, heh, hot! So hot!"

Dojima Yin, while swallowing the scalding pieces of tofu and curry sauce, loosened his tie, his forehead showing sweat, yet his face expressed extreme pleasure.

The first sensation was the heat!

But then, as the sauce touched the tip of the tongue, a rich curry flavor took over the whole body.

The sweetness crafted by coconut milk and diced pumpkin.

The mild spice crafted by cumin, pepper powder, and turmeric powder.

"Mmm!"

The breath exuded a dense fragrance, brought about by spices like cloves and curry leaves. Dojima Yin sweated but enjoyed closing his eyes, murmuring, "I see nine steep peaks, each connected to the next, indistinguishable from each other like stars encircling the moon, surrounding the central mountain. I vaguely see a spice heaven, the heaven of Jiu Chong Mountain... is that the ’Indra Moon Orange?’"

"What a magnificent, robust framework of spices!"

Dojima Yin floated on air, yet felt a reassuring groundedness under his feet.

The scent of the spices was intoxicating, instantly elevating to the pinnacle, yet not losing oneself after storming through the ultimate gate and becoming unable to return to the original world.

Thus, tasters could boldly, confidently open their hearts, savoring the heavenly world of spices.

"Dojima, is that heaven?"

Tiqie Zongwei magically appeared next to him, both gazing up at the ethereal Jiu Chong Mountain with each mountain representing a layer of the heavenly worlds. They saw Star Realm Apostles, and a Blazing Sky Divine Servant bathed in golden light.

"Let the holy light envelop you!"

A kind voice echoed through heaven, the deity sending powerful envoys—two five-meter-tall females with golden hair and golden skin, bearing white wings, wielding war swords, and carrying sacred longbows, stepping to a war chant, with a simple wave, cast divine magic that warmly soothed one’s entire body.

"Would you like to eat?"

Xia Yu, with a large spoon, scooped up a full spoonful of tofu and fiery red curry sauce, pausing at Sekiya Takashi’s bowl as he cast a level gaze at him.

"Eat, eat!"

Sekiya Takashi, smelling the rich aroma, immediately felt his qi and blood surge, his eyes reddening.

Thus, as Xia Yu’s spoon fell, Sekiya Takashi’s bowl gained a serving of the tofu dish.

He displayed an expression of resolute calm as if he was heading to a battlefield to face death; Sekiya Takashi lowered his spoon, opened his mouth, and swallowed. Suddenly, his breathing became chaotic.

Bang!

The sound of someone’s bottom hitting the ground.

Disturbed by the noise from his intoxication, Dojima Yin opened his eyes with displeasure.

Upon looking, he was shocked to discover three of the opposition leaders had fallen, only Kasuga Shigeru and Kikuchi Musashi barely standing.

Kasuga Shigeru’s face was drenched in sweat, as if he was in a sauna.

Kikuchi Musashi, the little old man, looked even worse—his aged face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"What’s going on?"

Tiqie Zongwei and Tiqie Helinai woke up one after another.

This familiar scene slightly stunned Helinai, then she took a deep breath and suddenly recalled that around May and June, Xia Yu had used a similar tactic to teach a lesson to the Smith and Lancelot who had come knocking.

Months had passed, and his cooking could actually have a spiritual impact on these leaders?

She was deeply astonished.

At the same time, Helinai felt an unexpected joy.

The stronger Xia Yu became, the more assured this battle was, and her Tiqie Family might quickly quash the chaos in the boardroom with the help of this formidable warrior.

Meanwhile, the opposition leaders were sinking into a purgatory world formed by interwoven flames and spices.

In the nine layers of purgatory, shadows of demons loomed in the darkness.

A towering demon laughed wantonly in the darkness, a long whip of flame lashing out, and the most terrifying Balrog Flame Demon emerged halfway, holding a beheading sword and coldly watching over the mortals.

"Let me go!"

"Damn it!"

Sekiya Takashi’s sudden scream drew everyone’s gaze.

He sat on the ground, shouting and screaming, his pupils filled with an inextinguishable fire. In his eyes, the scenery was still that of purgatory, but Sekiya was tightly bound by a Hell Flame Dragon, no matter how he screamed or pleaded, the Flame Dragon was unmoved.

"Foolish humans..."

The Flame Dragon and the Balrog Flame Demon suddenly spoke together, their voices cold.

"Burn!"

"Feel the heat of the flames, welcome to the realm of purgatory!"

The will of purgatory was screaming.

The ground, the red-glowing rocky soil, suddenly sprouted dense, evil Flame Spirits.

Sekiya Takashi’s scalp exploded, and he nearly wet himself with fright.

This leader’s culinary spirit was like nothing in the Flame World, helpless to resist.

"Sekiya!"

"Sekiya! Wake up!"

A faint calling.

Sekiya Takashi opened his eyes and sprung up like a monkey—clearly, he exercised regularly, agile, reflexively turning a hook punch, causing the leader who had been trying to wake him by patting his shoulder to stagger back holding his punched face, then standing firm followed by an angry roar.

"Sekiya, what are you doing!"

The leader, around fifty years old, was furious.

The roar fully awakened Sekiya Takashi.

Shaking his head, the firelight in his pupils dissipating, Sekiya looked at the leader who was staring angrily with his hand on his face, immediately bowing deeply at ninety degrees, his body breaking out into a cold sweat: "Mr. Changwei, I’m terribly sorry, I lost my composure, I’ll formally ask for your forgiveness after this culinary battle!"

He finally remembered the culinary battle.

"Say, do you still want to eat?"

A voice with a hint of amusement.

Stirring the spoon against the large plate, with a clear tapping sound, Xia Yu spoke on his own, "This is a culinary battle, so it’s free of charge for now, next time I won’t easily serve such dishes to you."

"Oh, and Mr. Sekiya, make sure to eat plenty, I hope you can help me further refine the recipe, so if I lose, I’ll accept it willingly!"

He shifted his tone, glancing at his culinary opponent with an unwell expression.

Gurgle.

A group of people collectively swallowed their saliva.

Dojima Yin and Tiqie Zongwei were purely stimulated by the food, but Sekiya Takashi and others were fearful, looking at the tofu dish as if it were severely poisonous, how could they possibly want to eat more.

"Enough!"

Sekiya Takashi pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, his lips trembling.