Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 293: Another UFC and Immortal Level Spirit Chef
Earlier...
After descending onto the floating island and navigating through several busy streets, the group finally stopped in front of a large, luxurious pavilion.
The luxurious signboard read "Ultimate Food Court."
Short form for another UFC.
Yu Xuan stared at it with narrowed eyes.
’...Another UFC?’
This was already the third time he’d seen that name.
The first was Ultra Fried Chicken.
The second was Unrivaled Fortune Consortium.
’Don’t tell me this is all the same company. If so, whoever started this "UFC" brand empire must be ridiculously influential a sect Elder? A hidden master? A business monster?’
Yu Xuan silently made a mental note to investigate more about this later.
If this mysterious "UFC founder" really had branches everywhere, perhaps they also left behind hidden riches or "gifts for future generations."
He wouldn’t be surprised.
After all, if the founder turned out to be someone like Di Gold, then there was a high chance some "Two-Piece Treasures" or other absurd leftovers were lying around.
Back in his home world, the Eternal Star Heavenly World there was an old legend about a man with the surname Di.
And in cultivation logic.
If A equals B, and B equals C, and C equals Cultivation, then literally anything might be possible.
’...Ah. What nonsense am I thinking?’ Yu Xuan sighed internally.
The group stepped through the doors, and the moment they entered, a wave of heavenly fragrance assaulted their senses.
The aroma alone almost made them collapse with hunger.
For a moment, every cultivator present in their group... felt mortal again carving for food.
Even Yu Xuan inhaled deeply.
Tuoba Jun and Lingxi waved over an attendant with exquisite manners.
They spoke quietly for a minute.
But when they returned, Lingxi’s face was serious and Tuoba Jun’s face looked like he had just realized he’d accidentally sold his house, his clan, and his kidney to a scammer – a Grand Thief who rode an Auto modified 6 times, who delayed every robbery attempt, and only succeeded in stealing from him on a very specific date that kept getting mysteriously postponed.
Yu Xuan blinked.
"His expression is... quite strange," he murmured.
Sisu leaned toward him and whispered, "Senior Brother Yusss... did you maybe livesss on a secluded mountain?"
Then Number One added excitedly,
"Boss, don’t tell me you seriously don’t know why he looks like that!"
Yu Xuan was speechless.
Because Sisu had guessed correctly.
He had lived on a secluded mountain, the Elemental Heaven Peak.
Cut off from normal sect society.
Completely unaware of prices, social norms, or financial traps.
’I really need to study sect geography and also economy, but with limited time, I doubt I’ll bother.’ Yu Xuan admitted inwardly.
The group was soon escorted with almost exaggerated politeness toward the private upper section of the pavilion.
Walking along, Yu Xuan noticed the atmosphere subtly shift.
Soft, divine-like music drifted through the halls a melody that soothed the soul, reduced mental fatigue, and relaxed the entire body.
They passed by a scholarly debate ring, where elegant cultivators fiercely argued about poetry and philosophy while sipping tea.
To their left, a poem competition was ongoing, high-level talents reciting verses that rippled with intent.
Finally, they reached their private room.
It was massive.
Luxurious.
Filled with gentle melodies and soft lights.
A space designed only for the wealthy, influential, or insane.
The moment Yu Xuan stepped inside.
He finally understood why Tuoba Jun had worn a look of horror.
This place screamed "for rich people only."
And the cost?
Definitely terrifying.
Tuoba Jun stood there, stiff and pale.
Yu Xuan silently exhaled.
Just then, the attendant who had escorted them an elegant lady in traditional attire, fitting the refined atmosphere perfectly stepped forward.
"Now then, precious guests... who will do the honors?" she asked with a graceful smile.
Lingxi clapped her hands sharply.
"Everyone! Gather up. This is the most important decision of the night!"
She pointed dramatically at a large, ornate spinning wheel held by the attendant, its golden patterns shimmering under the soft lights.
"This," Lingxi declared, "will determine what level of chef we get."
Shangguan Yan raised an eyebrow.
"So we’re basically gambling."
"Yes," Lingxi replied without hesitation.
"I already gambled bringing us here. But if our luck stays as good as it’s been lately, we might get an Immortal Spirit Chef to cook for us!"
Her eyes burned with fiery determination.
"Now it’s all or nothing!"
Liji opened her mouth.
"But still—"
Before she could finish, Lingxi mumbled under her breath.
"...It’s not my money anyway."
Liji quietly closed her mouth.
Tuoba Jun’s complexion darkened even further as he glared at Shangguan Yan, the original culprit behind their competition idea.
Lingxi continued explaining.
"Now, the wheel’s basic probabilities are 60% chance of an Advanced Spirit Chef —20% chance of an Expert,10% of a Master and extremely tiny odds for anything above that."
Her tone grew serious.
"But in these odds is a chance, a one in a quintillion chance of summoning an Immortal Level Spirit Chef. Not that I expect it... but with our luck, we should at least get Expert or higher."
"This gamble is worth it," Number Four said solemnly.
"Yes! If we’re lucky, we’ll get a million times the value— WAIT— SISU!!!"
Lingxi’s eyes bulged as she turned to see Sisu already spinning the wheel.
’Should I have stopped her?’ Yu Xuan wondered.
Lingxi inhaled deeply, her expression promising that Sisu would face a "junior discipline session" afterward.
"Hehe, you’re all quite lively," the attendant laughed softly.
"I wish you luck truly, I hope you get the highest tier." She recited her usual line.
But then she noticed their frozen expressions.
And she followed their gaze to the wheel.
She froze too.
Because the wheel didn’t stop on a large section... or a colored tier... or even a slim sliver.
It landed on.
A single golden line, similar to the size of the needle itself.
Sisu tilted her head.
"Huh? It stopped on one thin golden line?"
The attendant’s face went pale.
"O-One... in a quintillion..."
She felt her soul nearly leave her body.
Because they had just hit the highest possible outcome.
