Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Now it seems not so bad.

Ling Chi instructed Huang Rong and Shuang'er to call everyone from the farm, including Xiao Bai and Da Bai, to tell them about the origins of the mother tiger and her two cubs, and to ask them to take care of the mother tiger and her two cubs in the future.

Many people were seeing a real tiger for the first time and were quite curious. Knowing that the tiger wouldn't eat or hurt people, the mischievous children, represented by Qu Feiyan, Xiao Zhao, and Lu Wushuang, ran over and angrily rubbed the tiger's head, leaving the mother tiger speechless with anger.

"Wow! These two little tigers are so cute, just like kittens." The two little tigers were very small, and even when they walked, they were a little unsteady, but they were so cute that the children were overflowing with love and fed them a lot of milk and goat milk.

After the two tiger cubs had eaten and drunk their fill, they began to doze off. This touched the hearts of the children, who stroked them very gently, afraid of disturbing them.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Yilin, dressed in white, arrived late and apologized to everyone.

She's starting to look more and more like Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Everyone waved their hands in response, and Qu Feiyan said, "Sister Yilin, you've come at the perfect time! Look how cute this little tiger is!"

Yilin turned her head to look at the mother and her three cubs, and a thought suddenly struck her. She said, "Amitabha, these three tigers are destined to be with me."

"..."

Everyone was stunned.

Ling Chi was the first to come to her senses and asked, "Junior Sister Yilin, what makes you say that?"

"Where the heart leads, the will follows." Yilin smiled and said, "My heart was moved, and that's why."

Looking at her increasingly holy appearance, Ling Chi took a deep breath and nodded: "Alright, from now on, these three tigers will be taken care of by Junior Sister Yilin."

Yilin nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ling."

"There's no need for thanks between us," Ling Chi said with a smile.

Yilin gave a soft "hmm," walked up to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, and smiled, "Feiyan, Xiao Zhao, may I have these?"

"..." The two were no match for Yilin's supernatural powers and immediately handed the little tiger in their arms to her.

"Thank you." Yilin hugged the two little tigers and saw that they were sleeping soundly and looked adorable, so she couldn't help but feel fond of them.

He turned to the tigress and said, "From now on, your name is Hu Ci."

The tigress immediately prostrated herself at Yilin's feet, letting out a soft growl.

Yilin smiled slightly: "Come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet, and he led Hu Ci towards the Sky Garden.

Ling Chi opened his mouth, then turned to look at everyone: "Junior Sister Yilin, you have a new supernatural ability again?"

But it wasn't just him; everyone stared in disbelief at the white figure walking on lotus blossoms in the sky, almost kneeling in awe.

"Hehe..." Wang Chongyang's laughter startled everyone, and they all looked at him.

Wang Chongyang flicked his whisk and said, "The Buddhist sect has supernatural powers, and so does our Taoist sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, a lucky cloud rose from beneath Wang Chongyang's feet, carrying him into the sky.

"!!!"

Chapter 41 Insufficient Spiritual Energy

Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School and the foremost of the Five Greats, known as the "Central Divine," was exceptionally tall, always with a long sword at his waist, possessing a dashing and heroic bearing, and an unparalleled elegance. He was the senior brother of Zhou Botong, the "Old Urchin," and the master of the "Seven Immortals of Quanzhen." He was also a peerless martial arts prodigy, exceptionally intelligent, and his martial arts skills were unfathomable, reaching a level of divine mastery, earning him the title of "Number One Under Heaven."

In his early years, he was a hero who resisted the Jin dynasty. After his defeat, he became a Taoist monk and founded the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain. He was known in the martial arts world as the "orthodox school of martial arts". During the "Mount Hua Sword Tournament", he defeated the Four Great Masters and won the title of "Number One Master in the World" and the supreme martial arts manual of Taoism, "Nine Yin Manual".

His experiences reveal him to be a prodigy; had he not died so young in the original story, he could have achieved even greater things. Ling Chi's appearance rewrote his fate and also brought his potential to fruition.

He was the first purple-robed figure Ling Chi had ever met, and also a Taoist master who could earn the respect of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. Since learning that Yilin had cultivated Buddhist supernatural powers, he not only did not feel admiration, but also strengthened his determination to explore Taoist supernatural powers.

After more than a decade of hard work, he finally mastered the first Taoist supernatural power—cloud soaring.

Seeing Wang Chongyang fly on the clouds, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were extremely excited: "How could our Taoist supernatural powers be defeated by Buddhist supernatural powers!"

Huang Yaoshi exclaimed, "Buddhism is good at bewitching people, while Taoism is good at seclusion and cultivation. In the end, Taoism is still superior."

"I cannot agree with what Senior Huang said," Ji Xiaofu said. "Taoism focuses more on personal cultivation, but it is not as good as Buddhism's universal salvation. For ordinary people, Buddhism is more reassuring."

"Heh..." Huang Yaoshi laughed, "Buddhism relies on the incense and charity of ordinary people to survive, just like parasites, while Taoism relies entirely on itself for food, clothing and daily necessities, striving for self-improvement. So, who do you think is superior?"

Ji Xiaofu shook her head: "Isn't it a great merit for Buddhism to encourage people to do good?"

"The bald monk preaches goodness to people, yet he himself uses gold to make Buddha statues and eats until his belly is full of fat; while the Taoist disciples live in seclusion to cultivate themselves, not coveting a single penny of the people's money. Who is good? Who is evil?" Huang Yaoshi sneered.

"Those are just a very few isolated cases. The flaws don't detract from the overall merits. Why should you nitpick, senior?"

"An isolated case? Aren't there plenty of scoundrels in Buddhism? Throughout history, why have emperors always tried to suppress Buddhism? Doesn't that say something?"

"But Buddhism still survived..."

"..."

Seeing the argument between the two getting more and more heated, Ling Chi coughed twice and said, "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are all the essence of Chinese civilization, so why bother to distinguish which is better? Just take the essence and discard the dross."

“Brother Ling is right.” Wang Chongyang had landed on the ground at some point and agreed with Ling Chi’s words: “Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism or Zoroastrianism in the Western Regions, as long as it has its merits, it is good. Brother Ling is well-versed in the principles of Buddhism and Taoism, which is much better than us Taoists who specialize in only one school.”

"Master Wang, you flatter me. I was just doing this for the sake of cooking," Ling Chi said with a smile. "After all, I'm a chef, and I won't favor either side."

"The ocean is vast because it embraces all rivers." Wang Chongyang said, "Brother Ling has a broad mind, and his future achievements are limitless."

"As long as I can live comfortably, that's fine," Ling Chi said with a smile. "But Master Wang, please don't hold back your ability to fly through the clouds."

"That's for sure." Wang Chongyang laughed heartily. "Actually, it's all thanks to Brother Ling's mastery of the Free and Easy Wind Riding technique that I was able to comprehend the mysteries of cloud soaring. I'll recite a few incantations now, and Brother Ling will surely gain something from it."

"Is that so?" Ling Chi quickly said, "Please tell me, Master Wang."

……

Several days later, Ling Chi had a basic grasp of the incantation for soaring through the clouds. Just as Wang Chongyang had said, soaring through the clouds was derived from the free and easy wind control, only one was soaring through the clouds and the other was wind control. If one still didn't understand the difference, then wind control was the initial version without special effects, while soaring through the clouds was the ultimate version with special effects.

Humans are creatures that highly value sensory enjoyment. For example, porcelain and clay are essentially no different; they are both just clay. However, people regard exquisite porcelain as a treasure, while they would rather not even step on clay.

The ability to fly freely is like being on solid ground; while it allows you to soar through the air, it lacks any special effects and appears quite ordinary. Like birds in the sky, most people would only want to shoot them down with a slingshot or arrow, showing no respect whatsoever. But if you add auspicious cloud effects, then it becomes truly impressive.

My lady, come out with the Bull Demon King to see the immortals.

Hollywood blockbusters are great because of their special effects, but if you only focus on the plot... well...

Therefore, once the special effects of Chinese films improve, they can completely compete with Hollywood, it's just that it's more expensive.

While the Free and Easy Wind Riding skill consumes a lot of internal energy, compared to the Cloud Soaring skill, the Free and Easy Wind Riding skill is actually quite reasonable.

Ling Chi could fly several hundred meters using the Free and Easy Wind Control technique, but after using the Cloud Soaring technique, he only flew a few dozen meters before his internal energy bar was emptied, and he fell down with great pleasure.

"Are you kidding me?" Ling Chi was very frustrated: "I've already converted my internal energy into innate true qi, so why is the consumption still so high?"

“Ultimately, it’s because the spiritual energy in this world is insufficient,” Wang Chongyang said. “Just like the world I live in, when I broke through my cultivation, the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was completely depleted. It seems that much of the spiritual energy in this world has been absorbed by some people.”

"Some people?" Ling Chi pondered. "Could it be Xiaoyaozi?"

In this world, the only person he could think of was Xiaoyaozi, who had stolen the Divine Book of the Valley of Immortality.

Xiaoyaozi abandoned the Xiaoyao Sect more than sixty years ago. Could it be that he went to break through to a higher realm? If he really did break through, did he become an immortal? Or...?

Jin Yong's skill in leaving blank spaces is truly profound, always leaving people with countless imaginations.

"Brother Ling, what you need to do now is to break through your current realm as soon as possible," Wang Chongyang said. "With each step forward, the world opens up before you."

Ling Chi nodded, deciding that he must visit Shaolin Temple during this trip to the Song Dynasty.

The Sweeper Monk of Shaolin Temple is definitely a top-tier blue-level figure, and very likely someone about to break through to purple. Ling Chi is already at the limit of top-tier blue-level, and his aura barrier is only three feet three inches long. The Sweeper Monk's three-foot aura barrier is only three inches shorter than his.

Seeing the Sweeping Monk wasn't difficult; he could simply bring some food and wine in the middle of the night and climb over a wall. If the Sweeping Monk refused his food, he'd beat him until he did. He refused to believe that a mere Sweeping Monk would dare to obstruct Lord Lingchi's path to breakthrough.

But before that, he faced another problem.

Mu Wanqing, who had been imprisoned for three months, was released after serving her sentence.

……

Chapter 42 A Plate of Pickled Cabbage

Will you marry me?

When Mu Wanqing stood in front of Ling Chi and said those words, everyone was watching them with amusement, which made Ling Chi feel uncomfortable, especially Wu Xingyun's eyes, which were half-smiling, as if watching two insects' courtship drama.

Please, treat me like a human being!

Ling Chi sighed and said, "Miss Mu, do you know how beautiful you are?"

Mu Wanqing paused for a moment, her delicate face flushing slightly, and said, "Some people say I'm very beautiful, but I don't know how beautiful."

“Then I can tell you, your beauty is one in a million,” Ling Chi said. “Even the empress and concubines in the palace are not necessarily more beautiful than you.”

"I'm not that beautiful." Mu Wanqing lowered her head, but it was hard to tell whether she was shy or happy.

"You're so beautiful, you could easily marry a nobleman or a prince, why would you marry a commoner like me?"

The smile on Mu Wanqing's face vanished, the blush disappeared, and she raised her head, her eyes filled with a hint of coldness: "Because you saw my face, if I don't kill you, I have no choice but to marry you."

“I’ve heard about your situation from Ling’er,” Ling Chi sighed. “Your master is no good person; he forced you to make such a vicious oath.”

"Who my master is is none of your business!" Mu Wanqing's expression grew even colder as she said, "I'm only asking you, will you marry me?"

"Then let me ask you, can you kill me?" Ling Chi retorted.

"..." Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and said, "Even if it takes my whole life, I will kill you to the very end!"

“If I hide, you won’t be able to find me,” Ling Chi said.

"Then I will spend my whole life searching for you, until the day I die!"

"..."

Even Wu Xingyun was startled by these words: What a stubborn little girl, just like...

Looking into Mu Wanqing's stubborn eyes, Wu Xingyun seemed to see a reflection of his younger self.

Ling Chi took a deep breath and said, "Do you know the principle of obeying one's father at home, one's husband after marriage, and one's son after the husband's death?"

Mu Wanqing frowned: "What kind of nonsense is this? I don't know."

"You can't even uphold the traditional virtues of obedience, submission, and chastity. Why should I marry you?" Ling Chi said with disdain. "I want to marry a virtuous wife and loving mother, not a wild girl like you who only knows how to shout and fight. People like you will only bring disaster to the family."

“You…” A surge of immense grievance welled up in Mu Wanqing’s heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall: “You’re talking nonsense.”

"I'm talking nonsense?" Ling Chi sneered. "I ask you, if I marry you but you have no children, what will you do if I want to take a concubine in the future?"