How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

The scene then changed to an interview with the participant who had been scolded by Ding Lao. He was sitting in a relaxed manner in the dark room.

"I... I don’t think Chef Ding liked my soup," he started. The participant sat stiffly in front of the camera, his face still pale. Even though he had already managed to control his emotions, there was still a clear trace of someone who wanted to scream.

"He said his feet-washing water tasted better than it." He swallowed, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"I... I mean, that’s fine. It’s fine. He’s a great chef. I’m sure his feet-washing water is probably... very flavorful." He gave an awkward laugh.

Then his expression slowly became serious.

"But... I still think my clear soup is good."

He immediately glanced around, as if worried that Ding Lao might somehow hear him through the camera.

"Yeah... I know it doesn’t meet Chef Ding’s standards. I know that. I’m not stupid. When he tasted it, I could tell immediately that he hated it."

He lowered his head.

"Actually, the moment he said, ’What the hell is this?’ I thought I was going to die."

A nervous smile appeared on his face.

"But this clear soup is the one thing I’m confident about."

He clenched his fists.

At the same time, the scene changed to show his daily life, where he made noodles for the mortal workers who came to eat at his stall.

The stall was filled with mortal workers enjoying their meals, and his special clear soup noodles were the dish that the workers ordered the most.

"I’ve made it hundreds of times. I’ve practiced it for years. It’s the one dish that I know better than anything else."

The scene changed again, showing the chef preparing the clear soup noodles. The sweetness of his expression and the smile on his face told the audience that he truly enjoyed making it.

Then the scene returned to the studio, where the chef sat against the dark backdrop.

The chef looked down. His eyes wavered, and his voice grew quieter.

"So when Chef Ding told me to forget my special clear soup..."

He paused.

"That hurt."

He quickly shook his head.

"Not because he insulted me. I mean... he insulted me, but that’s fine..."

He stared directly into the camera.

"But my clear soup isn’t bad."

.....

"...Right?" he said after a long silence.

The situation on the screen began to develop a tense atmosphere, with occasional interviews of the participant revealing more of his thoughts and feelings making the people that are watching in the square start chatting amongst themselves.

One of the low-level cultivators spoke to his friend.

"Seriously, if I were to participate in this program, I would definitely slap that damn fatty Ding Lao to death!"

"Yeah, and after that, a whole bunch of enforcers at the studio would come at you and slice you in half," his friend said matter-of-factly.

Then another cultivator nearby chimed in.

"No, it won’t happen. The program limits the participants’ cultivation to the Foundation Establishment Realm, while Chef Ding Lao is at the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm. None of that would have happened."

The first cultivator then said, "Yeah, but don’t underestimate people’s anger. They might snap and cause trouble. I heard there was a Heaven’s Chosen who finally snapped after a young master killed his dog, a dog he had received from his deceased wife."

"That guy killed every cultivator who crossed his path and annihilated the entire clan of that young master!"

"Wait, it’s just a dog. Why did that guy go so far as to annihilate an entire clan because of a dog? Isn’t that unreasonable?"

The first cultivator shrugged before replying.

"Who knows? I can’t read other people’s minds, especially someone with a few screws loose like that guy."

After hearing the tale, another cultivator said,

"I don’t think that would happen. This program is the product of two super factions, the Ximen Clan and the Thousand Treasure Pavilion. And their backers are the Sky-Severing Demon Valley and the Underworld Palace."

"Especially the Underworld Palace. I heard from my senior brother, who went to the Vermilion Bird Province for some sect errand, that there was a war between three Hidden Ancient Forces and the Underworld Palace. The Underworld Palace simply annihilated their armies, and the three Hidden Ancient Forces had no choice but to scatter to avoid being annihilated in retaliation."

"Now, they are no more than sewer rats, afraid to come out, but also afraid to stay in one place for too long."

After hearing that, the cultivators all nodded in agreement while watching the screen in the sky.

At this time, two cultivators flew in from the side and met in front of the screen. While the people were watching the program, they couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.

"Today! I, Blood-Hungering Blade Da Dao, will claim your head!" declared the cultivator wielding a large blade as he pointed it at another cultivator who wielded a sword.

The sword cultivator merely snorted.

"Hmph! If you want to die, then come! I just got out of my hundred-year-long closed-door cultivation. I’ll let you taste my blade!"

The two then rushed toward each other and began fighting.

The cultivators who were watching the program couldn’t help but blurt out,

"Who are these two idiots? Are they living under a rock? Don’t they know that fighting in the city area is prohibited within Thousand Treasure City?"

His friend chimed in.

"Maybe they do live under a rock. One of them said he just got out of a hundred-year-long closed-door cultivation, remember?"

Before the situation could get out of hand, a group of Enforcers dressed in black cloth suddenly jumped out of nowhere, each carrying a portable artifact on their back.

Pow! Bam!

One of the Enforcers punched the sword cultivator in the face, while another Enforcer kicked the large-blade-wielding cultivator in the face.

"What!? Enforcers? How? Wait! Why can’t I use my power!?" The sword cultivator was struck in the face once more before he was sent flying toward another Enforcer who had already prepared a pair of handcuffs.

As for the large-blade user, Da Dao, he was kicked in the chin and sent flying upward toward another Enforcer who had also prepared a pair of handcuffs.

Click. Clack.

The two were handcuffed at the same time before being hauled away to the nearby Enforcer building. The entire process, from the moment the Enforcers subdued the two lawbreakers to the moment they were hauled away, took less than ten seconds.

The two cultivators who had just emerged from a century-long closed-door cultivation were nothing more than a brief distraction for the people of Thousand Treasure City.

But were it not for Wei Chen’s plan to produce the portable formation that would give the Enforcers the tools to suppress the cultivation power of cultivators within the city, equalizing the power between the Enforcers and the cultivators while greatly weakening the lawbreakers and pulling their power level toward the average level, this incident might have gotten out of hand and become a devastating event that Thousand Treasure City would have had to deal with, including repairing the damage and providing aid to the people affected by the duel.

These tools had already been popularized in many large cities, especially among factions that had strong connections with Wei Chen or the Thousand Treasure Pavilion.

This also brought great profits to the Thousand Treasure Pavilion, both in terms of material wealth and connections.

Of course, a great change like this would inevitably have people who disagreed with it, especially the righteous sects. These people already had a prejudice against demonic path cultivators to begin with, and this only doubled down on their hatred.

They claimed that the demonic path wanted to destroy the spirit of cultivators by creating tools that made their cultivation useless.

Most people remained neutral toward the disagreement, while some agreed with the righteous sects. The people, especially the cultivators, debated the matter extensively.

"Hmmm... that dish looks delicious," one of the cultivators blurted out as he watched the dish being prepared on the program.

Then, just before the judgment section of the program, the screen immediately switched to a commercial.

"What the hell!? Why are they doing this to us!? Just a few more minutes and we’ll see if that dish makes it or not!" one of the cultivators protested.

But he could do nothing more than complain, while the others could only smile wryly at the rug pull the program had just pulled on them.

"By the way, do you guys know when the marriage between Young Master Wei and Lady Mo will happen? I heard it’ll happen soon." One of the wandering cultivators, who seemed to be new in town, asked.

"It’s next week, brother. After all, that old Demon Mo Jue wouldn’t want the concubine to have the first child. If they wait any longer, that girl Dream Butterfly might have already given birth to a few sons for Young Master Wei. Hahaha!" one of the cultivators replied with a joke.