Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

For a time, Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv became a widely discussed heroic couple in the Song Dynasty, and even the imperial court was shocked and amazed by their deeds. It is said that the current emperor intended to appoint Ling Chi as a general and have him help the court defend Xiangyang. However, this was met with unanimous opposition from the court.

Although these officials were grateful to Ling Chi for killing so many Mongols, they would not allow this powerful catfish to wreak havoc in the imperial court.

For them, the change of dynasties was irrelevant. Even if the Mongols ruled the Song Dynasty, so what? It was just a change of court. They could still continue to serve as officials based on their family background and talent.

Official positions are more important than anything else; they will not tolerate any uncontrollable forces getting involved. The fact that Guo Jing led a group of martial arts practitioners to assist the imperial court in defending Xiangyang was already the limit of their tolerance.

If Ling Chi knew all this, he would definitely sneer and kill them all.

People without national integrity are not human! They are beasts!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Changing History?

The stench of blood lingered in the Zhongnan Mountains for more than ten days before being washed away by a heavy rain, leaving the soil in many places darker in color – the color of blood.

At the same time, Ling Chi is researching an extremely profound esoteric martial art—the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was found on the body of the Golden Wheel Monk. In the original text, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is the supreme protective divine skill in Tantric Buddhism, consisting of thirteen levels. Its external palm strikes are powerful and fierce, with each level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill possessing the power of one dragon and one elephant. After mastering the tenth level, one possesses the immense power of ten dragons and ten elephants, with each move weighing a thousand catties, making it incomparably powerful.

However, this skill has a 'flaw': it can only be practiced gradually and cannot be mastered quickly.

What does 'step by step' mean?

The original text clearly states that the first level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is very simple; even a foolish person, upon receiving instruction, can master it within one or two years. The second level is twice as difficult as the first, requiring three or four years. The third level is again twice as difficult as the second, requiring seven or eight years. This process increases exponentially, becoming increasingly difficult to progress with each subsequent level.

The answer can be found by doing a simple arithmetic problem.

Based on the time required for bottoming out, the first layer takes two years, the second layer four years, the third layer eight years, the fourth layer sixteen years, the fifth layer thirty-two years, the sixth layer sixty-four years, the seventh layer one hundred and twenty-eight years, the eighth layer two hundred and fifty-six years, the ninth layer five hundred and twelve years...

Holy crap! The original story says that if a person could live to be a thousand years old, they would definitely be able to cultivate to the thirteenth level. But even the most foolish person would need to cultivate for seven or eight thousand years to achieve that, right?!

Jin Yong is a liar!

……

After a string of complaints, Ling Chi glanced at the Golden Wheel Monk in the courtyard. This guy was only in his forties and had already reached the ninth level, making him a true prodigy. Moreover, in the original story, he would break through to the tenth level in a few years, making him the first person in history to do so.

But he's currently stuck in the same pit as Ouyang Feng, so mastering the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill will be a bit difficult.

After studying the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, Ling Chi nodded and finally concluded that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique was rubbish.

To be precise, it was garbage to him.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, in essence, is nothing more than a method for developing human potential, similar to the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple. It allows people to continuously break through human limits and enhance their strength and physical abilities.

Human potential is limited. Even Usain Bolt's top speed is only 9.58 seconds for 100 meters. However, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique can continuously break through the limits of the human body through cultivation. For example, if Bolt cultivates to the first level, he may be able to run in under eight seconds.

However, breaking through the limits is not easy, and it becomes more difficult as you go further. That's why no one throughout history has been able to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the thirteenth level.

but……

Ling Chi doesn't need it.

As long as he keeps eating and drinking and constantly improves his culinary skills, he can continuously break through his physical limits without having to suffer through the arduous practice of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

It's still very difficult to master.

Ling Chi casually tossed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill aside and said, "Long'er, how about we have beggar's chicken for lunch?"

Strength can be increased by 10!

Little Dragon Girl nodded: "Okay."

The Golden Wheel Monk fainted from crying in the toilet.

Lu Wushuang, who was passing by, shouted, "Oh no! Big brother, come quick! The big monk has fallen into the cesspool and drowned!"

"..."

……

A few days later, a Beggar Clan disciple delivered a letter to Ling Chi.

The letter was written by Huang Yaoshi. It roughly stated that the Mongols were attacking Xiangyang, and he was worried about his daughter, so he was staying in Xiangyang to help. Their reunion would have to be postponed. Huang Yaoshi also subtly asked if he could come to Xiangyang to help.

If they could repel the Mongol invasion sooner, they could meet sooner.

"..."

Ling Chi tossed a silver coin to the Beggar Clan disciple who delivered the message and said, "Tell Huang Yaoshi that I have my own plans."

"I will definitely deliver it." The Beggar Clan disciple took the silver and went down the mountain.

Ling Chi looked at the contents of the letter again and sat down in a chair to think deeply.

Shuang'er brought over a cup of hot tea: "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Ling Chi casually took the hot tea, stroked the rim of the teacup, and said softly, "I was thinking... can history be changed?"

In the several worlds he experienced, the world of The Deer and the Cauldron had no impact on the course of history for some shameful reasons.

He dominated the world, but because the world was at peace, he did not influence the course of history.

In the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, even though he changed the ending of Bright Peak and abducted Zhao Min, the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty was the predetermined course of history, and he still did not change the overall historical trend.

However, without his deliberate interference, Zhang Wuji's protagonist aura remained intact. Not only did he learn the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe, just like in the original novel, but he also became the leader of the Ming Cult. Ultimately, he was tricked by Zhu Yuanzhang into giving up his chance to become emperor and went into seclusion.

Based on his experience, while the people and events he intervened in may change, those he did not intervene in continue to move forward in the predetermined direction of history.

He took a sip of hot tea and narrowed his eyes slightly: If I were to reverse the course of history, wouldn't things change?

Shuang'er walked behind him, rubbed and pressed his scalp with both hands, and said softly, "Where there's a will, there's a way. If you want to change history, you definitely can."

Ling Chi closed his eyes and enjoyed Shuang'er's acupressure, then smiled slightly: "If I were to rewrite history into a mess, perhaps there would be no Ming Dynasty."

"So what?" Shuang'er smiled and said, "If we don't have the Ming Dynasty, we can have the Han Dynasty!"

"..."

Ling Chi chuckled softly, patted Shuang'er's little hand, and said, "That's right."

Seeing that he had fallen silent again, Shuang'er asked, "Brother... do you want to be the emperor?"

"Emperor?" Ling Chi shook his head repeatedly: "What's the point of being an emperor? If you do it well, it's a given; if you do it poorly, you'll be infamous for eternity. The pressure is too great. I wouldn't do it even if it were free."

"Oh." Shuang'er blinked. "Then why does brother want to change history?"

"Why?" Ling Chi murmured, "Perhaps... it's simply because I don't want my compatriots to suffer."

Shuang'er smiled: "No matter what brother does, Shuang'er will support him."

"You little darling." Ling Chi raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "How can you be so cute!"

Shuang'er stuck out her tongue and said in a playful and cute way, "Otherwise, why would brother have kidnapped Shuang'er back then!"

Ling Chi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "That's right! That's right!"

……

Five nights later, Guo Jing stood on the city wall, gazing at the Mongol camp.

The Mongols have been attacking Xiangyang for several days now. With the help of many martial arts masters, they have managed to keep the city gates intact. However, war does not allow for any carelessness. As the leader of the rebel army and the leader of the martial arts alliance, Guo Jing has been living on the city wall for the past few days.

His spirit inspired countless soldiers defending the city, who gave their all in every defense, vowing to live and die with Xiangyang.

Just then, a flame suddenly appeared in the direction of the Mongol camp, and the fire grew larger and larger, followed by signs of a commotion in the camp.

A glint flashed in Guo Jing's eyes, and he shouted, "All troops, prepare for battle!"

Chapter Thirty-Four: Sunflower Ancestor

Just as Guo Jing had predicted, the Mongol camp did indeed erupt in chaos.

Although the Mongols had enjoyed smooth sailing and were invincible in their decades of conquest, they were, after all, a people who only knew how to eat meat and not how to farm. Therefore, each war caused a large loss of population. Although they mobilized 600,000 troops to invade the Southern Song Dynasty, most of them were slaves captured from the conquered Western Regions, Central Asia, and the Jin Dynasty. Their loyalty was insufficient and their fighting ability was questionable.

The battlefield is a place where life and death are at stake, and even the slightest carelessness can lead to heavy casualties. Moreover, just a few days ago, 50,000 elite Mongol cavalry were almost completely annihilated by two Han Chinese, which put enormous psychological pressure on the Mongol invaders.

What should we do if those two Han Chinese men come to kill us?

It was the dead of night, and many people were fast asleep when the tents suddenly caught fire, and the fire spread extremely rapidly. In particular, their warhorses had been released by someone, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands of warhorses galloped, causing countless trampling injuries and deaths in the dark night.

Fire, trampling, and the commotion in the camp began.

Shortly afterward, Guo Jing led several thousand righteous warriors and twenty thousand regular Song troops out of the city, launching a night raid on the Mongol camp. The hundreds of thousands of Mongol troops collapsed in that dark night.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv stood hand in hand, brandishing their longswords as a hurricane swept in.

The battle raged from dusk till dawn, routing the Mongol invaders. However, Guo Jing and his men only killed 30,000 to 50,000 Mongol soldiers. The real major losses to the Mongol army came from the trampling of horses, the infighting among the fleeing soldiers, and the hurricane-like attacks by Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv.

But no one expected that Shuang'er would be the one to achieve the greatest victory in this great battle.

In the darkness, Shuang'er had two large bamboo baskets wrapped around her waist, filled with small stones. She placed her hands on the stones and shot any Mongol soldier she saw with a stone, either maiming or killing them.

Amidst the chaos of battle, she spotted a small force, escorted by several hundred men, rapidly retreating northward.

"A big fish!" Shuang'er's eyes lit up.

We can't let them escape!

Shuang'er hurled stones at the small group of soldiers like a machine gun.

But these few hundred people were surprisingly strong, managing to block most of Shuang'er's stone attacks. Fortunately, she had two baskets full of stones, totaling tens of thousands. Although most of them were blocked, she ultimately prevailed by sheer numbers and wiped them all out.

When Shuang'er went over to identify them, she found two familiar faces. One was Yin Kexi, and the other was Xiao Xiangzi. Judging from their attire, the others also seemed to be of high status, especially one of them who had a golden knife at his waist.

Shuang'er went to chase after the Mongol soldiers for the time being, but after running out of stones, she ran back to lie in wait. She wanted to wait for Guo Jing to come and identify these people, to see how many important Mongol generals were among them.

At daybreak, Shuang'er encountered a group of regular Song Dynasty soldiers. When they saw the Mongol decorations, they shouted excitedly, wanting to claim the credit, but were immediately taught a lesson by Shuang'er and ran off to find Guo Jing with bruises on their faces.

Upon hearing the news, Guo Jing quickly arrived at the scene. Seeing a little girl guarding the place, he was taken aback: "Little girl, who are you?"

"My name is Shuang'er, Ling Chi's younger sister." Shuang'er looked at Guo Jing and asked, "Are you Guo Jing?"

"Brother Ling's sister!?" Guo Jing and everyone behind him exclaimed in unison. Guo Jing was immediately overjoyed: "So you're Brother Ling's sister. I am indeed Guo Jing." He paused, then asked, "Miss Shuang'er, did you kill these Mongols?"

"I killed them." Shuang'er nodded and said, "I don't know who they are, but their clothes are very unusual. You can identify them. If you have any credit, remember to give it to my brother."

"Good, good." Guo Jing immediately stepped forward to identify it, and soon after, Guo Jing was so excited that his whole body trembled.

Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi, Nemo Xing, Ma Guangzuo...

Finally, there's... Kublai Khan!

"Hahahaha—" Guo Jing laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.