Class 9 looked at the peppers. They looked at the crazy look in Ji'an's eyes.
Slowly, Tang Bo picked up a pepper.
"I... I like spicy food," he whispered.
"Me too," Liu Liu stood up, grabbing a handful of flour. "I can blind them."
"YEAH!" The class roared.
The Tournament was coming. The Elites were sharpening their swords. The Protagonists were practicing their forms.
And in Class 9, Lin Ji'an was teaching her army how to make Mustard Gas Bombs out of root vegetables.
The Sect wasn't ready.
[System Alert: Tournament Arc Initiated.]
[Objective: Survive.]
[Side Quest: Humiliate the Elites using only Kitchenware.]
The night before the Sect Tournament, the Class 9 dormitory was silent, save for the collective snoring of fifty exhausted, terrified disciples.
The air smelled of old wood, dust, and the lingering, spicy aroma of the Exploding Chili Peppers Lin Ji'an had been stockpiling under her bed.
