Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

This time, Zhao Zhijing was stunned. He thought to himself: How could they know about Senior Lin Chaoying?

"I didn't expect that Madam Guo also knew about the heroine Lin Chaoying." Hao Datong felt that something was amiss. After thinking for a moment, he came up with a possibility: "Could it be that Island Master Huang said it?"

Huang Yaoshi had been to Zhongnan Mountain back then and was involved in the mess between Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying. So where did Huang Rong hear about Lin Chaoying? It could only be from Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Rong smiled faintly: "My father did indeed talk about the past of the heroine Lin Chaoying. It is said that the heroine Lin Chaoying's martial arts skills were comparable to those of the immortal Chongyang, and she was a heroine who was not inferior to men."

"Exactly." Hao Datong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A few years ago, Yang Guo escaped to the Ancient Tomb Sect and was taken in by Xiaolongnü, the third-generation leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Due to the ancestral teachings of our sect, our Quanzhen Sect could not go there, so we could only let Yang Guo stay in the Ancient Tomb Sect. We don't know what has become of him now?"

"I see." Guo Jing nodded and smiled, "It is Guo'er's good fortune to be taken in by the Ancient Tomb Sect. Senior Brother Zhao need not blame himself."

Good fortune?

Zhao Zhijing was completely dumbfounded: How come that wild kid is so lucky? Just because he joined the Ancient Tomb Sect? No matter how powerful the Ancient Tomb Sect is, can it be more powerful than my Quanzhen Sect?

Zhao Zhijing was feeling uncomfortable and was about to argue when he heard a "yo!" It turned out that Ling Chi, who was wandering around, was passing by and greeted the Quanzhen Sect members: "Fellow Daoists, you've all arrived!"

"Brother Ling." Guo Jing and Huang Rong stood up to greet him with smiles on their faces.

"..."

Seeing the three chatting and laughing, Zhao Zhijing understood everything.

Yang Guo was taken in by the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, who was Xiaolongnü. Xiaolongnü married Ling Chi. Ling Chi came to Lu Family Village, met Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and told them about the Ancient Tomb Sect.

The logic is clear, and the facts should be clear as well.

Zhao Zhijing was in a bit of a headache. He was worried that Guo Jing would blame the Quanzhen Sect for not keeping Yang Guo in check, but now it seemed that Guo Jing was actually hoping Yang Guo would stay in the Ancient Tomb Sect! As long as Ling Chi was around, the Ancient Tomb Sect was indeed more powerful than the Quanzhen Sect.

"What were Master Guo and Madam Guo talking about with the Taoist priests just now?" Ling Chi asked.

"Haha, we were talking about Guo'er." Guo Jing's smile was honest and grateful: "Brother Ling, thank you so much for taking Guo'er in. Guo'er must have caused you a lot of trouble these past few years!"

"Oh?" Ling Chi turned to look at Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Yang Guo must have said bad things about him to Ling Chi, otherwise why would Ling Chi only look at him and not at anyone else?

Ling Chi withdrew his gaze and sighed, "To be honest, that brat Yang Guo ran away a few years ago."

"???"

Everyone's eyes widened, and Guo Jing's eyes were even more wide, like a bull's: "Brother Ling, you... what did you say? Guo'er... ran away?"

“Yes!” Ling Chi sighed and said, “My sister Wushuang and Yang Guo have a past. They met in the Ancient Tomb back then, and they were as affectionate as a young couple. That Yang Guo even called Wushuang his wife. Seeing how well they got along, I thought I would match them up, but I didn’t expect that Yang Guo wouldn’t agree. What’s even more infuriating is that he pretended to agree, but that very night, while my wife was resting, he secretly ran away from the Ancient Tomb. I don’t know where he has been these past few years?”

At this point, Ling Chi said angrily, "It's not a big deal that he ran away, but I feel sorry for my sister Wushuang. She has been worried about him for the past few years. She used to be a chubby little girl, but now she's so thin that she barely has any flesh left."

"..."

Guo Jing swayed, clutching his forehead; the day had been quite stimulating.

"Brother Jing, are you alright?" Huang Rong asked, supporting him with a face full of concern.

"It's nothing," Guo Jing shook his head. "I'm just a little dizzy, I'll be fine after a rest."

"Sudden dizziness might be due to high blood pressure," Ling Chi said. "Master Guo should pay more attention to rest and eat a lighter diet. High blood pressure is no joke."

"Uh, what is high blood pressure?" Guo Jing had never heard of this term before, and neither had anyone else present. They all looked at Ling Chi curiously, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specific medical principles, but it's a rather troublesome chronic disease. Although you may not seem to be in any danger most of the time, if you have irregular sleep patterns, are overworked, eat too much oil and salt, or are emotionally agitated, it can trigger high blood pressure. The main symptoms are likely dizziness, headaches, and a feeling of tightness in your chest."

Ling Chi looked at Guo Jing and sighed, "It seems that Hero Guo has met all the triggering conditions."

Guo Jing: "..."

"What should we do?!" Huang Rong exclaimed anxiously, "Brother Ling, since you've explained it so clearly, you must have a way to cure it!"

“Madam Guo, you’re putting me in a difficult position. I’m not a doctor, I only know a little about pathology.” Ling Chi shook his head and said, “However, I see that Master Guo is in good health. As long as he pays attention to rest, eats regularly, and doesn’t drink alcohol, he should be fine.”

"You can't even drink alcohol?" Guo Jing was taken aback. As a man who grew up on the grasslands, he had been entertaining heroes from all walks of life lately and had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

"A little drink is pleasant, but too much is harmful. It's best not to drink if you can avoid it," Ling Chi said. "However, Master Guo has profound internal strength and a strong body, so moderate drinking is not impossible. The most important thing is to pay attention to rest and avoid overworking yourself."

Upon learning that he could drink in moderation, Guo Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but the last sentence made him smile bitterly: "With the Mongols about to invade the south, I cannot rest in peace. The most important thing right now is to repel the Mongol invasion; my health is not important."

These righteous and awe-inspiring words commanded the respect of everyone present. Even Zhao Zhijing had to admit that Guo Jing was a hero.

"I admire Master Guo's patriotism and dedication to the people." Ling Chi clasped his hands in a salute, and Guo Jing quickly returned the salute.

After thinking for a moment, Ling Chi said, "In that case, let's find a doctor with excellent medical skills and have a check-up every month, just in case."

"Thank you, Brother Ling." Guo Jing clasped his hands in thanks. "I will remember this."

He paused, then his face showed worry again: "But... where exactly did Guo'er go?"

Although Yang Kang was a scoundrel, they were still sworn brothers, and Yang Guo was the only son of the Yang family. If something happened to him, the Yang family line would end. Guo Jing was terrified, afraid that he wouldn't be able to face his uncle Yang Tiexin after his death.

"Good people are always blessed by Heaven." Huang Rong comforted him, "Guo'er is not destined to die young, Brother Jing, don't worry too much."

“What Madam Guo says is true,” Ling Chi said. “Yang Guo is a cunning fellow. Even though he’s a bit young, he’s not easily fooled. Besides, he’s learned some martial arts from the Ancient Tomb Sect, so protecting himself shouldn’t be a problem.”

"That's good." Guo Jing was slightly relieved and said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, after we defeat the Mongol soldiers, I want to go and find Guo'er."

“Okay.” Huang Rong nodded: “I will also send the Beggars’ Clan brothers to help search. With the Beggars’ Clan’s large numbers, it shouldn’t be difficult to find Yang Guo.”

"That's good." Guo Jing felt somewhat relieved.

……

Because of Yang Guo's disappearance, Guo Jing lost his appetite for hospitality. Huang Rong asked Lu Guanying to arrange for the Quanzhen Sect members to apologize to Ling Chi, and then helped Guo Jing back to his room to rest.

Ling Chi was bored, so he wandered around Lu Family Manor for a while, but it got dark before he finished. This shows how large Lu Family Manor was, even surpassing modern tourist attractions and parks.

The day passed peacefully.

The next day, the Beggars' Sect held a general meeting. At the meeting, Huang Rong officially stepped down as the leader of the Beggars' Sect and passed the position to Lu Youjiao.

Ling Chi saw a group of beggars spitting at Lu Youjiao at the scene, and he was so disgusted that he almost vomited.

That's so uncivilized.

After Lu Youjiao succeeded as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the Beggars' Sect Assembly ended, and the Heroes' Assembly followed.

The main purpose of the conference was to elect a leader of the martial arts community to jointly resist the Mongol invaders.

Regarding the selection of the leader of the martial arts alliance, unsurprisingly, almost everyone believed that there were only two candidates—Guo Jing and Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong is one of the Five Greats, the Northern Beggar, and has a very high reputation. If he were elected as the leader of the martial arts world, he would be the most convincing person in the world. Guo Jing, on the other hand, is recognized as the number one master in the world, a great hero who is dedicated to the country and the people. Moreover, he is much younger than Hong Qigong. If he were elected as the leader of the martial arts world, there would be no need to worry about the martial arts world being in chaos for at least the next thirty or forty years.

Faced with this option, everyone in the martial arts world hesitated and couldn't decide on a leader for the time being.

Just as everyone was arguing, a horn sounded outside the gate, followed by intermittent sounds of striking a gong.

Lu Guanying called out, "Welcome our distinguished guests!"

As soon as the voices fell silent, dozens of people of varying heights were already standing in front of the hall.

The assembled heroes were slightly surprised to see so many people burst into the hall, but they all assumed that these people must be attending a banquet for heroes. Seeing that they did not recognize any of them, they did not think much of it.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong stood up and went out to greet them together with Lu Guanying and his wife.

Ling Chi stood in the crowd, looking at these uninvited guests.

There were three people leading the group. One of them had a refined appearance and dressed like a noble young man, so he must be of noble birth. The other was a Tibetan monk with a thin face and body, dressed in a Tibetan robe, so he must also be someone important.

Two people stood on either side, and in the middle stood a Tibetan monk in a red robe, extremely tall and thin, with a figure like a bamboo pole. His forehead was slightly sunken, like a saucer. Just by looking at his position, one could tell that this person was of the highest status.

Ling Chi looked at the three of them thoughtfully: They must be Huo Du, Darba, and the Golden Wheel Monk!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Two Palms Destroy the Golden Wheel

"Heroes, listen up! The only one who can be the leader of the martial arts world today is the Golden Wheel Monk."

Hearing Huo Du's words, the assembled heroes were filled with righteous indignation. However, this martial arts alliance leader did not only represent the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, but also included the martial arts world currently occupied by the Mongols, such as Zhongnan Mountain, where the Quanzhen Sect was located. If the Quanzhen Sect could participate in the Heroes' Gathering, then of course the Golden Wheel Monk could also participate.

The Han people value having a legitimate reason for their actions, but now they are bound by these rules and regulations. Otherwise, why would they listen to Huo Du's wicked words and rush in? They would have turned him into a pile of minced meat long ago, regardless of whether he was the Golden Wheel Dharma King or the Silver Wheel Dharma King.

Just as Huang Rong got up to say something, she saw a phantom flash in the hall. The next moment, two powerful palm strikes were aimed at the Golden Wheel Monk. It was one of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Appears in the Field.

The palm strike came too suddenly. By the time the Golden Wheel Monk realized it, he was too late to react. In shock and fear, he instinctively slapped out with both palms, but it was too late to exert any force.

With two cracking sounds, the Golden Wheel Monk screamed and was sent flying backward, gliding dozens of meters in mid-air before landing on a table, smashing a table full of food and wine.

A moment of silence fell over the scene; everyone was stunned.

What just happened?

Guo Jing and Hong Qigong immediately turned to look at Huo Du and Darba. The two were sitting in their original positions, but their faces were full of horror, and they could not move. Their acupoints had been sealed.

Then, the dozens of Mongol followers were doomed. Before they could even scream, their necks were snapped in an instant, and they collapsed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Only then did everyone realize who had made the move.

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in white, tall and slender, with a fair complexion and a pleasant smile on his face. He slowly walked towards the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Everyone instinctively made way for him, and soon the boy stopped in front of the Golden Wheel Monk.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Dharma King's arms were broken, bent at a terrifying angle, and he suffered severe internal injuries, lying on the ground groaning in pain.

"Brother Ling!" Guo Jing was utterly shocked, unable to believe that in just a few breaths, Ling Chi had killed dozens of people and severely injured the Golden Wheel Monk. Especially his speed, which was ghostly and terrifying.

Ling Chi turned to Guo Jing and smiled, then casually sealed all the major acupoints on the Golden Wheel Monk's body. He then lifted him up with one hand and said, "Knowing that this is a gathering of heroes held by the Han people, these Mongolian monks still dare to come and cause trouble. They are simply courting death. Although you heroes are all highly skilled, you are too bound by rules and regulations. Even when others come to our door, you still insist on the rules of the martial arts world. I really can't stand it anymore."

Ling Chi shook his head, which made everyone present feel ashamed.

Guo Jing smiled wryly: "Brother Ling, after all, the Golden Wheel Monk is the Mongol National Preceptor, and Huo Du is also a Mongol prince. If something happens to him here, I'm afraid the Mongols will not let it go."

"So what?" Ling Chi said in a deep voice, "Whether they get into trouble or not, the Mongols will not stop their southward invasion. So what is there to worry about?"

Guo Jing remained silent.

Ling Chi walked up to Huo Du and Darba, grabbed them by the collar, and dragged them along like dead dogs, saying, "Master Guo may have concerns, but I don't. You can continue with the Heroes' Gathering. These three are my prisoners, and I'm taking them with me. Wushuang!"

"Big brother!" Lu Wushuang darted out from the crowd, her little face flushed, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Ling Chi.

"I'm leaving." Ling Chi turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Hey!" Lu Wushuang followed him with light steps, skipping and hopping, leaving Lu Family Village.

Once Ling Chi had walked away, everyone came to their senses and erupted in an uproar.

"So Young Hero Ling's martial arts skills are so high, and he is also decisive in killing. He is a true hero!"

"Yes! To live a life of righteous indignation and revenge—that is the model for heroes like us!"

"Although Young Hero Ling is young, he is much stronger than us old guys. Alas, I am ashamed."

"Even so, Young Master Ling was too impulsive. He abducted the Mongolian National Preceptor and the Mongolian Prince. I'm afraid the Mongols will not let this go easily."