Let the system try to save the world

The Demon Ancestor of Silent Destruction was faced with the most difficult decision in his life, or in his demon life.

He has specialized in swordsmanship throughout his life, and in his eyes, elixirs and talismans are nothing more than unorthodox methods. He may not even be as good as the inner disciples of Hetong Sect.

"Cooking." Shen Fuguang paused for a moment, "I choose cooking."

"Here, go in." The staff carved the wooden sign and handed it to Shen Fuguang.

Holding a candle. Shen Fuguang silently looked at the wooden sign with a big "kitchen" in his hand. I might...

It's not possible, I definitely won't be able to win the championship.

The competition venue was a huge arena with a bright moon suspended above it, emitting a soft light.

The entire arena is surrounded by a mysterious formation. Only cultivators can enter it with the help of wooden signs. Ordinary people cannot approach it.

Before the competition started, the contestants were waiting in the stands surrounding the ring. They were wearing the costumes of their respective sects, with solemn expressions and serious eyes.

The audience seats were filled with various figures from the Xuanqing Realm, all of whom came to witness this grand event.

Xitong was eating melon seeds while glancing at the contestants on the stage. He heard the people below cursing at each other and found it very interesting.

"You must be kidding. Do you think the Soul-Restoring Pills are cabbages? You can refine a thousand of them in an hour?"

"Mr. Duo? Say it again? A three-mile formation, right? No, it should be three thousand miles?"

"I can cook this big pot of rice, but cooking 200 portions in one morning is a bit..."

"Senior." The leader of Hetong Sect was close to Xitong, so a group of people pushed him to be a lobbyist. "Isn't this competition... too big?"

This is not a competition at all. We young people from Xuanqing Realm are being treated like beasts of burden.

"Is the amount large?" Xi Tong pinched a walnut. "It has always been this amount, isn't it? Can't you reflect on yourself, whether your cultivation has improved over the years, and whether you have worked hard in cultivation? Every day you say that the amount I assigned is large."

"It's just this big, no negotiation." Xitong patted the melon seed shells on his hands, "I provided all the materials, and the prizes are better than in previous years. It's not like I don't pay. What's the difference between refining one furnace and ten furnaces?"

The difference is huge! Alchemy and talisman drawing are both things that require full concentration. How can refining one pill be the same as refining ten thousand pills?

"Alright, alright." Xining grabbed a handful of melon seeds and drove the headmaster away. "We're not going to throw them away after refining them. So many people are waiting to eat them."

"Qingzhu you..." Don't speak for others! The head of the sect was very reluctant.

"Master, how righteous you are!" Xining suddenly shouted, "At this critical moment when the Xuanqing Realm is in danger of extinction, the Master of our Tonghe Sect is actually willing to set an example by personally refining 500 furnaces of Dahuan Dan!"

"What the hell..."

"What? You really want to practice!" Xining shouted, "You want to surpass the other ten major sects and let them know who is the number one sect in Xuanqing Realm?"

Xitong was trying not to laugh, but her expression was mysterious, and it was obvious that she agreed with what Xining said.

Xining is a really interesting person. He is worthy of being the host he wants to bind to at first sight.

The leader left with a grudge. He was a very proud man, and Xining had placed him in such a high position, so he had to do his job.

"Come, sit down." Xitong cleared a seat for Xining and handed him a handful of melon seeds.

Xining did not refuse. He sat down leisurely, draped his long legs over the small table in front of him, and lay half of his body on the judges' seat like a boneless person.

"What should I call you?" Xitong set up a barrier so that people around them could only see the two of them eating melon seeds with mysterious looks on their faces.

"It's up to you." Xining said, "I have completed repair tasks for nearly 9,000 world bubbles, and there are more than 9,000 names. Just pick the one you like."

"Okay, Xining." Xitong said, "How far have you progressed with your plan?"

"You are really not shy." Xining began to show off the master's fruit plate, "You should call me Jiang Qingyu here."

"Did you choose this name yourself?" Xitong asked.

"Yeah." Xining spat out the fruit core. "My original name was Jiang Yu, but who told the Hetong Sect that this generation was the Qing generation? I made it look like a dish."

"Like the vast sea of ​​laws, I am just a small fish in the vast rivers, lakes and seas." Xining said, "Then, like the game of big fish eating small fish, I will keep eating and become a giant whale that can swallow everything - not bad, right?"

"It's really good." Xitong nodded.

"My plan should be completed... I guess." Xining said, "All that's missing is the water spirit in your hand, Trace the Flowing Light."

"You know I will give it to you." Xitong said.

"Oh, if I had known I wouldn't have let Suxin steal it." Xining said nonchalantly, "When will you give it to me?"

"You are the one who is not shy, right?" Xitong said, "Just follow the agreement and tell your people to win the championship."

"It's better to steal it." Xining rolled his eyes, "I saw Shen Fuguang chose a kitchen repairman, did you do that on purpose?"

"Although I have this in mind," Xitong said, "you can't judge me with such a narrow-minded mindset."

"Okay, just wait until his food is served and you can eat it if you dare."

"He can't poison me to death." Xitong was peeling the fruit by himself, "After all, I'm not a human."

"No, you are using my father's body." Xining glanced at Xitong. He left the seat for a while, and when Xitong came back, he saw a few more people in the venue.

"Asking for outside help doesn't count." Xitong said, "Besides, aren't you afraid that I will wipe them out?"

"It doesn't matter." Xining shrugged, "You're not that petty, right?"

"Yes, I am." Xitong said, but her body did not move.

He looked at Qin Xu who was chopping vegetables in a hurry, Su Xin who made a mistake in sugar and salt, Shen Fuguang who was cutting meat using the sword-practicing method, and Lihuo, the only one who seemed to know how to cook.

Their faces were disguised in a perfunctory manner, so perfunctorily that anyone who had seen them would be able to recognize them.

"Look at these children." Xining said.

"Qinxu is a monster created by the crossbreeding of seven or eight kinds of monsters by Qiuniu, Xiubai's illegitimate son." Xining said, "In the beginning, Qiuniu predicted that his life span would be very short, at least not over 18 years old. Now I have raised him to be around 200 years old, right?"

"As for why we want to create a dragon..." Xining said, "You know that my third apprentice Yan Yao has a fiancé, right?"

"I know." Xi Tong nodded, "Ji Zhuochi, did you do anything to him?"

"It's not my fault." Xining blinked. "Fu Chuji, the son of luck in this world, originally had a loyal dragon pet. I couldn't stand it, so I borrowed it in advance."

"In order to break the curse that the reincarnation of the Yaoguang Goddess can only live to the age of destiny, the Yan family has intermarried with monsters with demon blood, especially those with dragon blood." Xining said, "As for me, I sent the 'dead egg' stolen by the cuckoo to the Yan family early on."