Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ling Chi smiled slightly, took Xiaolongnu's hand, and said, "Long'er, Heroine Lin Chaoying created the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique, which combines with the Quanzhen Sword Technique. Although its power is immense, no one knows about it. Today, shall we help Heroine Lin make a name for herself?"

Little Dragon Girl nodded gently, "I'll do whatever Brother Ling says."

……

On the mountain path leading to the ancient tomb, there is a pass only two meters wide and a little over ten meters long. As long as this pass is guarded, no matter how many people there are, they cannot pass through. It can be said that one man can hold the pass against ten thousand.

Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv stood there, hand in hand, swords in hand. They could hear the approaching footsteps, their killing intent growing stronger.

Dozens of meters behind the two, Shuang'er and Lu Wushuang hid behind a huge rock, with countless pebbles at their feet. With the strength of their fingers and wrists, as well as the hidden weapon techniques they had learned from Xiaolongnu over the years, these pebbles would become the nightmare of the Mongols.

Fifty thousand Mongol cavalry? So what! Since they dared to come, they shouldn't expect to leave alive.

A moment later, Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi led 40,000 Mongol soldiers to the mountain pass. Upon seeing the two blocking the way, Yin Kexi narrowed his eyes and politely clasped his hands in greeting, asking, "Is this Young Hero Ling?"

Kublai Khan had clearly stated from the beginning that Ling Chi must be captured alive, making his intention to recruit him obvious. Yin Kexi, of course, dared not speak ill of Ling Chi.

His attitude surprised Xiaolongnu, who turned to look at Ling Chi.

Ling Chi said calmly, "It's me. You've come to avenge Huo Du, haven't you?"

"Revenge?" Yin Kexi's mind raced, and he hissed in shock, saying, "Young Master Ling killed Prince Huo Du!?"

“They were killed a long time ago.” Ling Chi pointed to a cliff and said, “They were thrown off from there, and they were probably eaten by wolves.”

The Mongol soldiers who understood the Han language were immediately enraged, unleashing a torrent of profanities, as if they wanted to emulate Zhuge Liang's verbal scathing attack on Wang Lang. Unfortunately, Ling Chi couldn't understand Mongolian, and the Mongol soldiers weren't just Mongolians; there were also many strange and unusual soldiers from various Western Regions countries, resulting in a diverse array of insults, making it feel a bit like a bustling marketplace.

"Shut up!" Yin Kexi shouted, silencing the angry Mongol soldiers. Then, he took a deep breath and said to Ling Chi, "Young Master Ling, our Prince greatly admires you. As long as you serve His Highness, with His Highness's magnanimity, even if Prince Huodu dies at your hands, you will still be guaranteed a lifetime of glory. What do you think, Young Master Ling?"

Ling Chi sneered: "You barbarians and invaders who only know how to kill, you dare to ask me to serve you? Go back and tell Kublai Khan that if he doesn't provoke me, fine, otherwise don't blame me for sneaking into the Mongol camp and taking his dog's head to use as a chamber pot."

"How dare you!" Even Yin Kexi couldn't hold back this time: "You're too arrogant!"

"Whether it's arrogance or not, why not give it a try?" Ling Chi pointed his sword at the ground, and Xiaolongnu also assumed a fighting stance.

There's nothing more to say, only war!

Yin Kexi took a deep breath and shook his head: "Those who know when to yield are the heroes. What a pity, what a pity."

With a wave of his hand: "Release the arrows!"

"..."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Slaughtering Ten Thousand Armies

A hail of arrows rained down from the sky, leaving no chance for survival.

Anyone else would probably turn into a hedgehog in the next second, but Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv wielded their longswords so tightly that they deflected wave after wave of arrows fired by the Mongol soldiers.

The two had mastered the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique, and when combined, they unleashed 20 times their original combat power. Although the rain of arrows was highly lethal, it was no match for them.

But the Mongol soldiers were indeed well-trained. They not only learned to fire in three volleys, but also, after the front ranks had run out of arrows, they immediately retreated to the left and right, so that the rear ranks could move forward first to launch a second wave of volleys.

Although the rain of arrows couldn't harm Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv, even Ling Chi felt somewhat exhausted facing wave after wave of seemingly endless arrows, let alone Xiao Longnv.

This can't go on!

Just as Ling Chi was trying to think of a solution, he saw countless small stones burst out from behind them, moving as fast as machine guns, firing wildly at the Mongol soldiers.

"Ah ...

When Mongol soldiers were hit by pebbles, they didn't just suffer head injuries; the pebbles pierced through them, instantly causing serious injury or death. Accompanied by screams and splattering blood, rows of Mongol soldiers fell, and their firing formation collapsed.

"Shuang'er!" Ling Chi dodged the last volley of arrows and glanced back. He saw Shuang'er standing on a boulder, firing pebbles with lightning speed. Lu Wushuang kept supplying ammunition to her feet. The two worked in perfect harmony, their pebble machine gun firing with ample firepower, killing one Mongol soldier after another.

"Damn it!" Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi were shocked and quickly pulled away to avoid it.

As the saying goes, "Incompetent generals lead to the death of the entire army." With them taking refuge, the other Mongol soldiers were also in danger and fled frantically, completely disrupting their formation.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" Yin Kexi was terrified and immediately stopped, stepping forward to direct the attack: "Quick! Shoot that little girl throwing stones!"

Under his command, the Mongol soldiers showed signs of regaining their formation, but the next moment, Ling Chi picked up the arrows that had fallen to his feet and started shooting them wildly.

Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv just blocked at least tens of thousands of arrows. As the saying goes, it's only fair to retaliate. Taking advantage of someone's weakness has always been one of Ling Chi's principles. With ammunition supplied by the enemy, why be polite? Of course, they should return it all.

Arrows are far more powerful than pebbles. With Ling Chi's strength, an arrow thrown back casually is like an armor-piercing bullet, usually piercing seven or eight candied hawthorns in one go.

The most deadly thing is that Ling Chi can usually shoot fifty or sixty arrows per second. In just half a minute, the Mongol soldiers within his range either fell down or tumbled down the mountain. Not a single one of them was able to stand up.

The Mongol soldiers had never seen such a monster before, and they were so frightened that they retreated in all directions. However, because there were too many people and the mountain road was narrow, a serious stampede occurred, and at least seven or eight hundred Mongol soldiers died under the feet of their own men.

"Long'er, let's go!" Seeing that the Mongol soldiers' formation was completely broken and they were determined to escape, Ling Chi made a decisive move, grabbed Xiaolongnu's hand, and rushed towards the Mongol soldiers.

In just a few breaths, the two charged into the midst of the army and began a frenzied slaughter like a meat grinder.

Have you ever seen a juicer?

Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv are like the blades in a juicer, while the Mongol soldiers are like the pulp thrown into the juicer. The scene is too bloody to describe.

Zhongnan Mountain, a sacred site of Taoism, was transformed into an infernal hell in just one hour, filled with nothing but wailing ghosts and endless pools of blood.

"Ugh—" Lu Wushuang covered her mouth and ran to a tree to vomit violently.

Shuang'er gently patted her back, helping her catch her breath: "Go ahead and throw up! You'll feel better once you've thrown up."

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit—"

The smell of blood was so strong that Lu Wushuang vomited up all of her breakfast, and even some of her stomach acid. When she could vomit no more, she dry-heaved a few times before finally stopping.

Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears and slumped weakly to the ground.

Shuang'er pulled out a bamboo tube from somewhere: "Rinse your mouth!"

"Thank you, Sister Shuang'er." Lu Wushuang used the entire bucket of water to rinse her mouth, and only then did she feel much refreshed.

He returned the bamboo tube to Shuang'er, only to find her expression calm, as if what she saw before her was not a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, but a pile of garbage.

"Sister Shuang'er..." Lu Wushuang couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should we be afraid?" Shuang'er asked with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

“This…” Lu Wushuang pointed to the corpses scattered all over the ground, then gagged a few times and said, “Why… why don’t you react at all… why don’t you gag?”

Shuang'er patted her on the back, thought for a moment, and said, "I guess she's just used to it!"

Xi...I'm used to it!?

Lu Wushuang stared in disbelief.

Are you kidding me? You must be kidding me! How many people have you killed before?!

……

"Master...Master..." The Quanzhen disciple who was sent by Qiu Chuji to keep an eye on the Mongol soldiers returned, his face pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"What's wrong?!" Qiu Chuji exclaimed in surprise, grabbing his wrist. "What happened?!"

"Too...too tragic..." The Quanzhen disciple stammered, "The Mongol soldiers...too tragic."

"???"

Soon after, all members of the Quanzhen School witnessed a major defeat for the Mongol army.

Tens of thousands of Mongol soldiers, like ants, fled frantically down the mountainside, wishing they had two more legs so they could escape the murderous demons faster.

Among the crowd, Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi escaped the fastest. As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they immediately jumped onto their horses, abandoning the ten thousand cavalrymen left behind, and fled for their lives.

All the Mongol soldiers who remained behind were stunned: What happened?!

Soon, they learned what had happened, as a white tornado rushed down from the mountain and quickly swept into their midst, wreaking havoc.

"OMG!!!"

Where the storm passed, not a blade of grass grew. Of the 50,000 Mongol cavalrymen who came, less than 5,000 escaped.

And there were only two people who caused all of this.

At this moment, Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, dressed in white, without a trace of blood on them.

Xiaolongnu's face was pale, and she was covered in sweat, appearing very weak.

"Long'er, have something to eat." Ling Chi handed her a few tsampa and a bamboo tube. The bamboo tube didn't contain water, but bamboo-tube wine.

Xiaolongnu took it, ate a couple of bites of tsampa, and drank a few sips of bamboo tube wine. Her face regained its color, and her strength and energy were fully restored.

Looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before her, Xiaolongnu shook her head: "Brother Ling, with so many people, I'm afraid I won't be able to bury them."

"No need to trouble Long'er with such a small matter." Ling Chi smiled slightly, took her hand, and soared into the sky. They glided for at least several hundred meters in the air before touching the ground with one foot and gliding in the air again.

Such lightness skill is astonishing.

The two arrived at the gate of the Quanzhen Sect. Ling Chi looked at the pale-faced Quanzhen Taoists and said loudly, "Dispose of the corpses of these Mongol soldiers. It would be best to burn them on the spot to prevent a plague." He paused, then added, "Consider the money on their bodies as payment!"

Although the wealth from the dead is tempting, Ling Chi is unwilling to earn it. It's dirty money.

Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv returned to the cabin. None of the Quanzhen Taoists spoke until Qiu Chuji gave the order, at which point they all set to deal with the corpses scattered all over the mountainside.

So many people died that it took the Quanzhen School two whole days to dump all the Mongolian corpses at the foot of the mountain and burn them to ashes.

From then on, the Quanzhen Sect held Lingchi in high esteem, and those who had participated in the incident dared not do anything detrimental to Lingchi. Even when faced with coercion from the Mongols, they would stand by Lingchi's side without hesitation.

Compared to the Mongols, Lingchi was far more terrifying.

Several days later, Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi led several thousand remnants of their defeated army back to the Mongol camp, causing a great stir.

At the same time, the feat of Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv combining their swords to nearly annihilate 50,000 Mongol cavalry was spread throughout the world by the Beggars' Sect disciples.

The world was shaken.

……

In Xiangyang, where heroes from all over the land had been united, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who were stationed there, were overjoyed and deeply shocked upon hearing the news.

"Is the news accurate?" Huang Rong could hardly believe it: "Brother Ling really defeated 50,000 Mongol cavalrymen with just his wife?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples nodded repeatedly: "The information is accurate. Besides our own Beggars' Sect brothers, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect can testify. Young Master Ling and his wife did indeed kill more than 40,000 Mongol cavalrymen, and fewer than 5,000 Tartars escaped."

"..."

Huang Rong almost collapsed into her chair. The news was too shocking and completely overturned her understanding. She needed to calm down.

Guo Jing paced back and forth excitedly, exclaiming, "Brother Ling is so amazing! Amazing! Amazing!"

Guo Jing wasn't the only one excited; all the martial arts heroes and imperial soldiers who participated in the defense of Xiangyang were also incredibly excited.

In the following days, the heroic deeds of Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv in annihilating 50,000 Mongol Tartars were compiled into various versions by countless storytellers and widely circulated within the Song Dynasty.