Down on the blood-jade stage of Banquet Moon #1, Gilded Heir Gu Wuji felt the eyes of ten million hungry guests across Moons #2 through #9 drifting away from his stage. Locking onto the 10,000 gleaming copper hotpot cauldrons arranged across Gu Changsheng’s 500-mile floating golden plaza.
To a “Protagonist” whose entire [Destiny-Plundering System] relied on being the sole center of awe, envy. Worship at every public gathering, watching ten million sect masters ignore his speech to stare at another man’s soup pots was worse than getting slapped in the face!
“He thinks he can steal the spotlight at my Nine-Moon Coronation Banquet with cheap street-stall hotpot?!”
Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s handsome face twisted with veins of purple anger as he spun toward the gilded imperial kitchen pavilion behind the VIP stage. There, one hundred Rank-8 Royal Alchemy Chefs—led by seven-hundred-year-old Chief Imperial Culinary Alchemist Master Chu—were standing beside thirty golden roasting furnaces.
“Master Chu!” Gu Wuji roared into his royal command ring.
“Open all thirty imperial furnaces at maximum fire! Unseal the carcass of the Rank-8 Flame-Plume Star-Phoenix we hunted in the Southern Nebula last month, douse it in ten thousand jars of Hundred-Flower Drunken Immortal Wine. Blast the aroma across all nine moons with industrial wind-arrays!
