Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

That's underestimating his magnanimity. Is he the kind of person who would argue with a little girl?

"Everyone has misunderstood." Ling Chi waved his hand: "I just noticed that Miss Guo doesn't like fruit knives, so I wanted to give her a different gift."

"Uh……"

Everyone looked at each other, their faces showing embarrassment.

"Let me think." Ling Chi stroked his chin, trying to think of what he could do that would appeal to little girls. After thinking for a while, he remembered the jade honey that Little Dragon Girl had given him.

“I’ve got it.” Ling Chi reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small porcelain bottle about the size of his palm. He smiled and said, “I have a bottle of jade honey here. If you mix a few drops with warm water and drink it every day, it will not only detoxify and beautify your skin and delay aging, but it will also give your body a sweet fragrance. Miss Guo should like it.”

Upon hearing about the effects of the jade honey, Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Fu'er, why don't you thank Young Hero Ling!"

"Thank you... thank you, Young Master Ling."

Guo Fu thanked her and extended her hand.

This time, Ling Chi finally gave her the gift.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Guo Fu accept the gift.

Huang Yaoshi laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a treasure, young brother. Could it be that you also developed this jade honey?"

“No, that’s not it.” Ling Chi shook his head: “This was collected by the jade bees my wife raises, so it has nothing to do with me.”

"Oh?" Huang Yaoshi asked with considerable curiosity, "May I ask which family your wife is from?"

“She’s not from a prominent family, but she comes from an extraordinary background.” Ling Chi smiled and said, “My wife is the third-generation leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect—Little Dragon Girl.”

"The Ancient Tomb Sect!?" Upon hearing these three words, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were both somewhat surprised. As senior figures in the martial arts world, they knew about Wang Chongyang's past misdeeds.

Lin Chaoying, a female knight of the Ancient Tomb Sect, was a peerless master on par with Wang Chongyang. If Lin Chaoying had participated in the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament, it's hard to say who would have been the number one swordsman in the world.

Ling Chi's marriage to a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect surprised both Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong.

"Father, Seventh Master, do you know about the Ancient Tomb Sect?" Huang Rong had never heard of the Ancient Tomb Sect before, but seeing the expressions on the two elders' faces, she knew that there must be something to it.

The two nodded, and Huang Yaoshi said, "Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect, was a peerless master whose martial arts were no less than those of Wang Chongyang."

"What!?" Everyone present exclaimed in unison.

"Father, are you referring to Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine?" Huang Rong asked.

Huang Yaoshi nodded: "It's him."

After saying this, Huang Yaoshi sighed: "Originally, Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang had feelings for each other, but unfortunately... Alas! I am unwilling to mention the past again. You only need to know that the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect was a master no less than Wang Chongyang, and the successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect must also be extraordinary."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "You're right. My wife, Xiaolongnu, is a fairy descended to earth. There is no more beautiful woman in the world than her."

These words displeased Huang Rong, Guo Fu, and Cheng Ying. All three were extremely confident in their own beauty, yet Ling Chi claimed that his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world. Though they didn't say it aloud, they were secretly resentful.

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi did not believe there was a woman more beautiful than his daughter: "Young brother, although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I cannot agree with your claim that your wife is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Oh?" Ling Chi smiled. "So, Huang Yaoshi, you know who the most beautiful woman in the world is?"

"Of course I know." Huang Yaoshi glanced at Huang Rong and said with great confidence, "Who else in the world is the most beautiful woman but Rong'er?"

Hearing this, Huang Rong blushed: "Father, I'm already quite old, how can I still be called the most beautiful woman in the world! If you ask me, my junior sister could compete for the title of the most beautiful woman in the world."

All eyes fell on Cheng Ying's face, which flushed red. She lowered her head and said, "Senior sister, you flatter me. I am not worthy of such praise."

“You’re definitely not qualified.” Ling Chi nodded. “You are indeed good-looking, but compared to my Long’er, you’re still far inferior.”

"..."

Cheng Ying was a little angry, but what angered her even more was that Lu Wushuang actually nodded in agreement: "Big brother is right. Although cousin is also very beautiful, she is still a bit inferior to sister Long."

"Oh?"

Everyone was curious, and Huang Rong asked, "Is Brother Ling's wife really that beautiful?"

“She’s really beautiful.” Lu Wushuang nodded repeatedly: “Sister Long is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She has an ethereal aura and looks like the Moon Goddess Chang’e from the Moon Palace. Every time I see her, I feel ashamed of myself.”

If only Ling Chi himself said so, they would think he was just boasting, but since Lu Wushuang also said so, it seems that the Little Dragon Girl is indeed as beautiful as a fairy.

"Interesting." Hong Qigong chuckled. "After the Heroes' Gathering is over, this old beggar will want to see if Ling boy's wife is really that beautiful."

"What are you looking at, you old beggar?" Huang Yaoshi glared at him. "Disrespectful to your elders."

"Hey, the old beggar is just looking, he won't do anything wicked. But you, Old Eccentric Huang, better not do anything evil."

Huang Yaoshi's eyebrows shot up, and he shouted, "You old beggar, how dare you tarnish my reputation! You deserve a beating!"

"I'm not afraid of you! Take this old beggar's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

Amidst the sounds of banging and clanging, the two old men started fighting.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Exhaustion Kills Hong Qigong

Tomorrow is the day of the Heroes' Feast. Today, several invited heroes have not yet arrived. The most important of them is the Quanzhen Sect. However, according to the message sent back by the Beggars' Sect, the Quanzhen Sect Taoists are not far from Lu Family Village and will arrive by the afternoon at the latest.

On this day, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were still receiving guests from all walks of life and did not have time to take care of Guo Fu, so they entrusted Guo Fu to Huang Yaoshi for care.

After Huang Yaoshi finished fighting with Hong Qigong, he bathed and changed with the help of his servants. Then, he took Guo Fu, Da Wu, and Xiao Wu to see Ling Chi. Before that, he repeatedly warned, "I want to have a long talk with Brother Ling. You all listen carefully and don't be impolite."

The three nodded repeatedly, especially Guo Fu, who had lost her usual spoiled and willful nature.

Being spoiled and willful depends on the environment. Although Guo Fu's personality wasn't great, she wasn't mentally challenged.

She had been scolded by everyone early this morning because of Ling Chi. Now that she saw her grandfather praising Ling Chi so highly, she naturally put aside her temper and obediently followed Huang Yaoshi to see Ling Chi.

……

At this moment, in the same small courtyard as yesterday, Ling Chi was sparring with Hong Qigong.

Encountering masters like the Five Greats was a rare treat, and Ling Chi, itching for a duel, challenged Hong Qigong to a martial arts exchange. Hong Qigong, also eager to test his skills, readily agreed.

At this moment, Hong Qigong was using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to fight him, while Ling Chi was using a low-level free-fighting style.

Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were all enhanced with special effects, each palm strike accompanied by the furious roar of golden dragons as they surged forth.

Most people would lose courage before even exchanging blows with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but Ling Chi himself knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and understood the characteristics and weaknesses of each move.

He held his arms protectively in front of him, his feet constantly swaying as he faced the roaring golden dragons. He added a Tai Chi spiral force to his arms, deflecting the golden dragons one by one. Despite Hong Qigong's fierce attacks, not a single palm strike could land on him.

Not far away, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying watched the two fight, their eyes wide with amazement. This level of martial arts competition was something they had never seen before in their lives.

As for the fight between Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, it was just the old man playing around and shouldn't be taken seriously.

In the arena, Ling Chi grew increasingly excited as he faced Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. His free-style fighting was inherently unrestrained, and in his defensive stance, he incorporated the Tai Chi spiral force he had learned over the years. Although he was somewhat rusty at first, he became more and more proficient and composed as time went on.

Free fighting is indeed a low-level martial art. Even if you level it up to level 10, it will only increase your combat power by 100%. However, back in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Ling Chi discovered the hidden effect of free fighting – the fusion of all martial arts moves.

The moment he incorporated the Tai Chi spiral force, a notification sound appeared in his mind.

"Ding, Free Fighting combined with Tai Chi Spiral Force, currently at proficiency level 1, defensive effect increased by 200%."

As the time spent fighting Hong Qigong increased, his proficiency also improved rapidly.

"Ding, Free Fighting combined with Tai Chi Spiral Force, currently at proficiency level 2, defensive effect increased by 400%."

"Ding, Free Fighting combined with Tai Chi Spiral Force, currently at proficiency level 3, defensive effect increased by 600%."

After reaching level 3 proficiency, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms no longer posed much of a threat to Ling Chi, and the proficiency level stopped at this stage.

Seeing that his proficiency hadn't improved in a long time, Ling Chi was a little dissatisfied.

"Old beggar, are you still hungry? Why is your palm strike so weak?"

Hong Qigong's face darkened, and he increased the force of his palm strike by three points.

Soon, Ling Chi shook his head and continued to provoke him: "Old beggar, are you alright? If not, just say so, and I'll grill you two big kidneys to nourish your kidneys."

Hong Qigong's face turned ashen, and he exerted every ounce of his strength.

After a moment, Ling Chi sighed, "Sigh! What do you mean by the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? I think we should just call it the Eighteen Subduing Snake Palms. It's really terrible."

Hong Qigong bent over, supporting himself on his knees, panting heavily: "Little... brat, you... you just wait."

Ling Chi scoffed, "Old man, if you're tired, just rest! Why are you spouting such threats?"

Hong Qigong pulled a bamboo stick from his waist: "I...I'll beat you to death."

He said that, but he couldn't move an inch. He had been fighting for more than half an hour, and under Ling Chi's sharp tongue, he had to push his palms to their limits. Now he was so tired that his whole body ached, and all he wanted to do was lie on the ground and do whatever he wanted.

But just as he was about to do so, he caught a glimpse of Huang Yaoshi not far away out of the corner of his eye. Now he was too ashamed to do it, otherwise he would never be able to hold his head up when he saw Huang Yaoshi again.

Seeing that Hong Qigong had already discovered him, Huang Yaoshi walked over with a gloating look on his face: "Old beggar, what's wrong? Why can't you straighten up after just a short while? Have you gotten too old to even walk?"

Hong Qigong's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "It's none of your business."

"Alright, whatever you say." Huang Yaoshi smiled, his face as radiant as a chrysanthemum.

As two of the Five Greats, neither of them could suppress the other over the years. Huang Yaoshi was overjoyed to see the other suffer a setback.

However, he was also shocked by the defensive skills Ling Chi had used earlier. Among the Five Greats, Hong Qigong's attack power could be considered the strongest, yet he couldn't break through Ling Chi's defense, which was simply unbelievable.

"Young man, what kind of kung fu did you use just now? It seemed quite peculiar," Huang Yaoshi asked.

"It's not particularly unusual; it's just a martial art I created out of boredom," Ling Chi said with a smile.

"Self-created?" A glint flashed in Huang Yaoshi's eyes. "Young brother, you are indeed extraordinary. May I ask what's the story behind this skill?"

"There's no special method to it; it's just about adapting to the situation while ensuring you don't get knocked down. As long as you can defeat your opponent, you can use any means necessary," Ling Chi said with a smile. "I've given it a name: Free Fighting."

"Free fighting? What a peculiar martial arts concept." Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong had lived for so many years, and this was the first time they had ever heard of such a martial arts concept. After thinking about it carefully, they secretly shook their heads.

This martial arts philosophy may be good, but it requires absolute strength to support it. If an ordinary person starts practicing martial arts like this, they probably won't become a martial arts master, but will easily become a thug fighting in the streets.

“Young man, you are exceptionally talented, but this free-fighting style is probably beyond the reach of most people,” Huang Yaoshi said.

"Probably!" Ling Chi didn't argue. After moving around for a while, he had already sweated a bit and his physical condition was just right. Seeing that Huang Yaoshi didn't think much of his skills, he invited, "Old Master Huang, how about we have a spar?"

"Oh?" Huang Yaoshi's eyes flickered, unsure whether he should agree or not.

Even Hong Qigong couldn't break through the defenses, so he had little confidence.

Just as he was hesitating, Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "Old Huang, you're not scared, are you?"

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi was born with a proud spirit and could not tolerate anyone belittling him. Even though he knew he was no match for Hong Qigong, he had no choice but to go after being provoked by Hong Qigong.

Huang Yaoshi clasped his hands in greeting: "Young brother, please enlighten me."

"Please." Ling Chi smiled broadly; he could increase his proficiency even more.