Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Okay." Shuang'er grabbed Zhang Tieniu's ankle, swung it around in the air a few times, and threw it into a river.

Zhang Tieniu's massive body flew hundreds of meters through the air before plunging into the river with a splash. Soon after, he was heard coughing and had woken up.

When Zhang Tieniu saw his surroundings and the little girl hundreds of meters away, he felt a chill run through his body. Ignoring the pain in his lower body, he scrambled away from Mount Hua.

Meanwhile, the martial arts figures who witnessed all of this clamped their penises shut.

Seeing the petite and adorable Shuang'er sitting back on the handlebars of the unicycle, holding a candied hawthorn in her hand, it was impossible to associate her with the violent little girl from before.

Sensing the gazes around her, Shuang'er turned her head to look, and the people quickly looked away, not daring to meet her eyes.

Are all little girls these days so scary? The world is too dangerous; I want to go home and farm.

Ling Chi chuckled and raised his voice, "Esteemed guests, I run a small business and treat people with integrity. I hope you will treat me with the same integrity. That unruly customer himself said that ten taels of silver was worth it, but he tried to dine and dash, so I had no choice but to teach him a lesson. Rest assured, as long as you don't cause trouble, you can all enjoy the most delicious cut cake in the world."

"My cut cake has amazing effects; eating one piece will give you plenty of energy."

These people from the martial arts world were mostly roughnecks, and they were very excited to hear this.

"Give me a piece to try!" A middle-aged swordsman in his forties walked over.

Ling Chi smiled broadly: "Thank you for your patronage."

Chapter Two: Five Wonders

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Along with a series of hallucinogenic effects, Ling Chi acquired a large number of recipes. These recipes were mainly white high-grade, followed by white top-grade, and there were also more than twenty ordinary blue recipes.

Ling Chi was pleasantly surprised; he hadn't expected there to be so many blue-level experts here.

……

Hundreds of meters away, a middle-aged beggar, supporting himself with a green bamboo stick in one hand and drinking from a gourd in the other, staggered toward the crowd.

Seeing a large crowd gathered around, seemingly buying food, the middle-aged beggar rubbed his eyes and wondered, "Am I seeing things?"

"Ah! Delicious, delicious, so delicious!"

Suddenly hearing a loud shout, the middle-aged beggar was startled. He wiped his mouth and said, "What's so delicious? Hmm, I have to try it."

Soon, the middle-aged beggar used his free-spirited movement technique to squeeze through the crowd and reach the center of the crowd.

"Don't push, don't push, there's plenty of cut cake, everyone take your time, everyone will get some. Hey, sir, please pay your bill, you know what happens if you dine and dash."

"..."

Upon seeing a tall, thin boy dressed in white and wearing a top hat, the middle-aged beggar was startled: "Why is this kid dressed like the White Impermanence? It's terrifying for a beggar like me."

Although the crowd was noisy, Ling Chi had sharp ears and heard everything clearly.

His face darkened, and he glanced toward the source of the sound, then saw a middle-aged version of Hong Qigong.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up immediately, and he clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "Could it be Chief Hong of the Beggars' Sect in person?"

"Chief Hong!?" Everyone present was shocked and turned their gazes to Hong Qigong.

"It really is Chief Hong!"

"Greetings, Chief Hong."

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Hong."

"Chief Hong is also here to participate in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament!"

"Chief Hong's martial arts are unparalleled; he's definitely going to be number one in the sword competition."

"..."

Seeing that he had been recognized, Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "I am ashamed, I am indeed a beggar."

"It's an honor for Chief Hong to grace our humble stall with his presence." Ling Chi chuckled and said, "Chief Hong, would you like to try our cut cake? It's fragrant and sweet, and after eating it, you'll be full of energy, vigorous and powerful, and you'll be the best in the world without a doubt."

Seeing that what he said was interesting, Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Although the beggar wants to try it, he is short of money and is afraid he has no money to pay the bill!"

"Come on, come on, cut cake! Ten taels of silver for a piece. If you don't have money, don't bother!"

Hong Qigong: "..."

"Hahahaha—" A burst of wild laughter rang out, and a middle-aged man in brocade robes holding a snake staff flew through the air, stomped twice on the heads of the crowd, and landed when he saw an opening: "The famous leader of the Beggars' Sect is actually looked down upon by a small stall vendor. It's hilarious."

When the crowd saw the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, they noticed that he had the face of someone from the Western Regions. He looked respectable, but his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't look like someone to be trifled with.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed, "Ouyang Feng, the master of White Camel Mountain Manor in the Western Regions!"

People from the Western Regions are not well-known in the Central Plains, but Ouyang Feng is an exception. Because of his superb martial arts skills and his treacherous and ruthless nature, he had already made a name for himself in the Central Plains ten years ago. Now, with the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, where masters from all over the world are vying for the title of the world's number one martial arts master and also for the chance to obtain the Nine Yin Manual, how could Ouyang Feng not come?

"So it's you, the one who plays with poisons." Hong Qigong said with disdain, "Why aren't you staying in your Western Regions? What are you doing in the Central Plains!"

"Of course I want to compete for the title of the best in the world," Ouyang Feng said with a confident smile. "And there's also the Nine Yin Manual."

Hong Qigong sneered: "You?"

"What? You want to try!" Ouyang Feng's aura surged, causing everyone within five meters to sway and hastily retreat.

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes, slightly surprised: How come this Ouyang Feng seems even more powerful than that madman?

That's unscientific! Absolutely unscientific!

"What, has the Mount Hua Sword Tournament begun already?" A person wearing a human skin mask appeared out of nowhere. This person was dressed in a blue robe, had a refined demeanor, and held a jade flute in his hand, clearly a learned man. However, the human skin on his face was too rough and ugly; one wondered if this person had questionable taste.

"So it's Old Huang." Hong Qigong laughed heartily. "It seems even your reclusive master can't compete with the empty title of the world's number one!"

Huang Yaoshi snorted lightly: "I have no interest in the empty title of being the best in the world. I am just a little curious about this Nine Yin Manual."

Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "Hypocritical."

Huang Yaoshi's expression changed, and he was about to explode when he heard a voice: "Brother Huang, Brother Hong, it's been a long time!"

This sound seemed to carry the power of a Buddhist lion's roar, making it clearly audible to the thousands of people present.

The next moment, a middle-aged emperor in a dragon robe entered the crowd, escorted by dozens of generals. The crowd instinctively parted to let him pass.

Upon seeing this person, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong immediately greeted him, saying, "So it's Brother Duan who has arrived."

The newcomer was none other than Emperor Duan Zhixing of Dali. Although almost all the people present were experts from the Song Dynasty, they had to show respect to Duan Zhixing. An emperor from a neighboring country is still an emperor, and moreover, Dali and the Song Dynasty have been on good terms for generations, so he deserves to be treated with even greater courtesy.

Only Ouyang Feng showed a hint of disgust towards Duan Zhixing. This disgust came somewhat inexplicably, but Ouyang Feng's instincts told him that this man was dangerous and not worth associating with.

"Brother Huang, Brother Hong." Duan Zhixing, in his capacity as a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), returned the greeting with clasped hands, then his gaze fell on Ouyang Feng, and he smiled faintly: "So it's Brother Ouyang."

"Hmph!" Although he was unhappy with him, Ouyang Feng still clasped his hands in greeting out of respect for his status.

"I didn't expect all four of you to come. I'm late." A long laugh rang out, and a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe appeared out of thin air and landed opposite the four of them.

The Taoist priest appeared to be in his fifties, quite tall, with a long sword at his waist. He was dashing, heroic, and incredibly elegant, exuding an aura of a true Taoist master that inspired admiration in anyone who saw him.

"Master Wang!" Upon seeing the newcomer, even Ouyang Feng had to show his respect and, along with Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Duan Zhixing, bowed and greeted him.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Chongyang, the initiator of this Mount Hua Sword Tournament!

"Gentlemen, it's been a long time." Wang Chongyang returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, and smiled. "I am relieved to see that you are all in good health."

Behind the stall, Ling Chi sized up the five people, especially Wang Chongyang, and thought to himself: It's really rare to see the Five Greats gathered together for the first time. However, Wang Chongyang doesn't look well, so he probably has some health problems.

Thinking about it, that makes sense. Didn't Wang Chongyang die the year after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament? His health is probably really failing now.

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but marvel: even at the end of his strength, he could still overpower the Four Great Masters. This Master Chongyang truly lived up to his reputation.

Perhaps sensing Ling Chi's gaze, Wang Chongyang looked over at him.

The two locked eyes...

Chapter Three: The Unicycle at the Summit of Mount Hua

Ling Chi smiled broadly and handed over a piece of cut cake: "So you are Master Chongyang, it's an honor to meet you. Would you like a piece of cut cake?"

"..."

Wang Chongyang chuckled and said, "Young brother, you're truly a remarkable person." Looking at the packaged cut cake, he asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Not much, not much," Ling Chi said with a smile, "Ten taels of silver."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Hong Qigong burst into laughter: "Master Wang, are you going to buy it or not?"

Sensing Hong Qigong's gloating, Wang Chongyang smiled slightly, took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket, counted them, and handed over ten taels. He then took the cut cake and said, "I've never eaten cut cake worth ten taels of silver before. I'd like to try it."

"..."

Hong Qigong's expression was not good; he felt that he had been outshone by Wang Chongyang in terms of demeanor.

Ling Chi's eyes held a hint of admiration: As expected of Wang Chongyang, his state of mind alone is unparalleled in the world.

Wang Chongyang opened the package and saw the very beautiful cut cake. He smelled the aroma, which was sweet and rich, quite extraordinary.

"This glutinous rice cake smells delicious." She smiled slightly, put the glutinous rice cake in her mouth, and chewed for a moment.

There was no beeping sound, which is to be expected.

But Wang Chongyang felt a surge of power emanating from his body, and the physical and mental exhaustion caused by traveling was greatly replenished at this moment.

Wang Chongyang's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "Young brother, what about your cut cake...?"

"Two pieces per person," Ling Chi said with a smile. "You can buy one more if you're a real person."

Wang Chongyang immediately rummaged through his pockets and finally found another ten taels of silver, which he used to buy a second piece of cut cake. But he didn't eat this piece; instead, he carefully stuffed it into his sleeve.

Huang Yaoshi and the others watched all this with astonishment, but they all started taking out their silver to buy two pieces of cut cake. Only Hong Qigong was truly broke, scratching his head in desperation: "Young brother, how about I trade you my martial arts skills?"

"No." Ling Chi shook his head repeatedly.

He knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms; the Free and Easy Wandering Technique is no match for the Flying Willow and Light Smoke Skill; the Dog-Beating Stick Technique is only passed down to the gang leader.

What else is there to change?

"We only accept money; we do not extend credit."