Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Mu Wanqing immediately raised her eyebrows and angrily retorted, "No, no! If you marry me, you can only have me in your heart. Don't even think about taking concubines, or I'll kill you!"

"..." Ling Chi turned to look at Wu Xingyun and asked, "Grandma Tong, what do you think?"

Wu Xingyun took a deep breath and felt that Mu Wanqing was no longer like herself.

“Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring. You are the only son of the Ling family, so you must shoulder the responsibility of continuing the family line. If you really cannot have children after marrying a wife, taking a concubine is the only option,” Wu Xingyun said.

"What Granny Tong says is true." Ling Chi nodded. "Actually, as long as my wife is virtuous, how could I possibly fail her? It's just that I am not worthy of a woman as unreasonable as Miss Mu."

“What you said makes sense.” Wu Xingyun nodded and said, “This girl looks like she comes from the countryside and has no manners. Although she is pretty, she is not good enough for you.”

“I cannot agree with what Granny Tong said,” Ling Chi said. “Regardless of their background, as long as two people are in love, even if she is the lowest of maids, I would still marry her. If I don’t like her, what does it matter if she is a noblewoman? I still won’t give her a second glance.”

Wu Xingyun looked at him and smiled slightly: "You little rascal, your words have pleased me quite a bit."

"You flatter me, Granny Tong." Ling Chi turned to look at Mu Wanqing and said, "Miss Mu, forced love is never sweet. It's not that you're not good enough, but that you're not suitable for me. Besides, seeing your face that day was just an accident, so you don't need to take it to heart. Also, the oath your master imposed on you was too much. If a powerful old man saw your face, would you marry him even if you couldn't kill him?"

"You...you still don't want to marry me?" Mu Wanqing was trembling all over.

“If Miss Mu could change her temperament, I might not be unable to accept her. But is Miss Mu willing to change for me?” Ling Chi asked.

Mu Wanqing's delicate brows were furrowed, as if she were in the midst of a battle between heaven and man.

“Girl, don’t force yourself.” Wu Xingyun couldn’t stand it anymore: “If you really wanted to marry him, you would change your mindset without hesitation. But since you’re hesitant, it means you don’t really want to marry him. You’re just forced by a poisonous oath. You should let him go and let yourself go too.”

"I won't let go!" Mu Wanqing's stubbornness prevailed, her eyes fixed on Ling Chi: "If I change my personality, will you be willing to marry me?"

"..." Ling Chi was stunned for a moment, then said, "If you can obey my every word, marrying you is not impossible."

“…Okay!” Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and said, “As long as you marry me, I will be a woman who obeys you without question.”

Ling Chi's eyes turned cold: "Miss Mu, do you know what you look like right now?"

"What?" Mu Wanqing asked, puzzled.

“Like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.” Ling Chi pointed to the ground: “Kneel down and beg me to marry you. As long as your beg is sincere, I will marry you.”

"You...you've gone too far!" Mu Wanqing finally snapped.

"This is outrageous!" Ling Chi sneered. "Isn't it only right that a woman who lacks self-respect and self-love is humiliated?"

"I'll kill you!" Mu Wanqing rushed over with bloodshot eyes and threw a heavy punch.

Ling Chi neither dodged nor evaded, but stretched out his right arm and index finger, using Mu Wanqing's forward momentum and his own arm length advantage to press a finger on her soft, numb pressure point. Mu Wanqing immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"Damn it! Damn it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Mu Wanqing's face was red with anger, and the murderous intent overflowing from her eyes almost pierced through him.

Ling Chi turned to Wu Xingyun and said, "Grandma Tong, please send her back to Dali. It would be best to break both of her legs so that she can't run around for a while."

Wu Xingyun chuckled: "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. You broke the legs of such a beautiful woman without hesitation."

“It’s not that I’m cruel, it’s that this woman is too stupid. If I don’t restrain her, she will really hunt me down to the ends of the earth,” Ling Chi said. “I’m afraid that one day I’ll get so tired of being hunted that I won’t be able to resist killing her.”

"In that case, it is your kindness." Wu Xingyun nodded, then summoned two middle-aged palace maids and ordered them to take Mu Wanqing back to Dali with their men: "When you get to Dali, break both her legs, so that she doesn't disturb Ling boy."

"Yes, ma'am." Two middle-aged palace maids carried Mu Wanqing out.

"Ling Chi! Ling Chi! Remember this! I will kill you! I will definitely kill you! You'll never have a good life! Aaaaaaahhhhhh—"

"..."

As Mu Wanqing's desperate screams faded into the distance, Ling Chi sighed, "What an undeserved disaster!"

“This girl just needs some discipline,” Wu Xingyun said. “You only need to let her taste the effects of the Life and Death Talisman, and she will follow you wholeheartedly.”

“I wouldn’t be so cruel to my own family.” Ling Chi shook his head and said, “Actually, Miss Mu isn’t a bad person. The bad one is her master. He raised such a nice girl into this state. If I saw her, I would definitely teach her a lesson.”

Shuang'er's eyes were filled with deep sympathy: "Miss Mu is so pitiful."

Wu Xingyun smiled and said, "You lad, you're definitely different from others."

"I'm just afraid of trouble." Ling Chi shook his head and smiled. "If it's someone like Shuang'er, I wouldn't mind giving you ten thousand, but as for Miss Mu... forget it."

"You're quite frank." Wu Xingyun looked at Shuang'er and nodded. "Shuang'er is indeed a good girl. Whoever marries her in the future will be very lucky."

"Grandma Tong is praising you!" Ling Chi said with a smile.

Shuang'er blushed slightly and smiled, "Thank you, Granny Tong."

"What a good girl." Wu Xingyun nodded with a smile, then said to Ling Chi, "I will pass on your martial arts to her."

"Grandma Tong is really generous." Ling Chi was somewhat surprised: "Her generosity caught me off guard."

"loquacious."

……

After resolving Mu Wanqing's matter for the time being, Ling Chi stayed at Lingjiu Palace for another ten days or so before bidding farewell to Shuang'er and Wu Xingyun. He then took the four swords and headed straight for the Song Dynasty.

His first stop was naturally the Shaolin Temple.

The Sweeping Monk, I'm here.

……

On the country road leading to Shaoshi Mountain, Ling Chi pushed his wheelbarrow at breakneck speed.

The four swordsmen, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, were on the cart. The cart had a frame that could easily carry five or six people. The bundles they brought were placed in the middle of the cart, with two people sitting on each side. The journey was not only very smooth but also very fast, giving the four swordsmen a very novel experience.

Although the four swordsmen were young, they already possessed considerable internal strength. It was early February, but they didn't feel cold at all. They spent their days chatting and laughing, enjoying the scenery along the way, and were very happy.

This was the first time the Four Swords had left Lingjiu Palace, and everything was new and exciting to them. Fortunately, Ling Chi was knowledgeable and experienced, and he was always able to answer the Four Swords' questions along the way in detail, which broadened their horizons and made them admire his extensive knowledge and excellent memory.

"Shaoshi Mountain is just ahead." Ling Chi looked at the mountain peaks and said, "Shaolin Temple is over there. Have you heard of Shaolin Temple?"

"We've heard of it." The four swordsmen nodded in unison.

Mei Jiandao said, "It is said that Shaolin Temple has two thousand monks and nearly a thousand masters, making it the number one sect in the world. Hmph!"

"What 'number one sect under heaven'? It's just something a bunch of third-rate idiots have hyped up. Compared to our Lingjiu Palace, Shaolin Temple is far inferior." Zhu Jian said with a look of disdain.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Ju Jian said. “There are over a thousand sisters in our palace who know martial arts, and we also have thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands under our jurisdiction. How can Shaolin Temple compare to us?”

"Yes." Lan Jian nodded.

"..." Ling Chi chuckled and said, "In terms of power, Shaolin Temple is indeed inferior to the palace, but in terms of masters, Shaolin Temple has an old monk who is even more powerful than Tong Lao."

"Even more powerful than Granny Tong?" The Four Swordsmen looked surprised, their immediate reaction being, "Impossible!"

"Grandma Tong's martial arts are unparalleled, how could anyone be more powerful than her?" Zhu Jian said coquettishly, "Young Master Ling is lying again."

“Exactly, exactly,” Ju Jian said. “Young Master Ling loves to lie.”

Mei Jian and Lan Jian both nodded.

They had been with Ling Chi for about ten days, and during that time, Ling Chi had often teased them. Over time, they came to a consensus—Young Master Ling loved to lie.

However, they really enjoyed being fooled by Young Master Ling, because they were happy and joyful when they were fooled. If they didn't get fooled by Young Master Ling a few times a day, they would feel uneasy, as if something was missing.

Now that they've been tricked by Young Master Ling once, the Four Swords are feeling incredibly comfortable.

Ling Chi laughed and said, "Alright, just pretend I tricked you. Anyway, don't wander around when you get to Shaolin Temple. It's full of monks. If they see four identical beauties like you, they'll think you're fairies descended from heaven and kneel down begging for your protection!"

"Hehe." The four swordsmen giggled repeatedly, their branches trembling with excitement.

……

At Shaolin Temple, the sounds of chanting filled the air, and pilgrims thronged the temple grounds.

When Ling Chi and the Four Swords arrived at the Shaolin Temple gate, they were not stopped by the gatekeeper monks. This was because female pilgrims came to offer incense every day, and the Shaolin monks were already used to it.

But they were still amazed by the four swordsmen.

Quadruplets! And such beautiful quadruplets at that. You might find quadruplets all over the world, but quadruplets this beautiful are probably one of a kind in the entire world.

Although monks are monks, they are still normal men. As long as they are normal, they will inevitably have some selfish thoughts when they see such a beautiful and attractive woman, which made Ling Chi and the Four Swords laugh at them quite a bit.

"Look, that monk bumped into a stone pillar, hee hee."

"That guy's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, it was hilarious."

"Oh! There really are people kneeling on the ground chanting scriptures. So Young Master Ling wasn't lying to us."

"You're only finding out now!" Ling Chi cried, tears streaming down his face. "The injustice done to me has finally been cleared."

The four swordsmen burst into laughter.

Their group was quite conspicuous, attracting the attention of every passing pilgrim. The male pilgrims, upon seeing the four swordsmen, were all amazed and harbored covetous thoughts.

However, seeing that each of the four women carried a sword, he knew they were ruthless swordsmen from the martial arts world, so he abandoned his covetous thoughts and felt extremely regretful: What a pity, what a pity, such beautiful women, but alas, the master cannot defeat them.

It takes about 15 minutes to walk from the mountain gate to the temple. Because there are many pilgrims along the way, Lingchi dutifully chose to walk.

In about ten minutes, they arrived at the temple gate. Ling Chi parked the car on the side of the road and said, "Get out of the car, let's set up the stall."

"Huh?" Four Swords looked bewildered: "What kind of stall?"

“Of course I’m selling food,” Ling Chi said. “I’m a chef. What do you think I came to Shaolin Temple for? I can’t be satisfied without making a fortune.”

Four Swords: "..."

Pilgrims and monks at the temple entrance stopped to watch as they fiddled with the cart.

A moment later, Ling Chi removed the frame from the wheelbarrow, revealing a pickling jar inside. The jar wasn't large, but it contained about twenty cabbages. Opening the lid, a unique aroma of pickled cabbage wafted out.

Many people were surprised when they smelled the pickled vegetables.

What kind of pickled vegetables are these? They smell so sweet!

Ling Chi ignored them, placed a chopping block on the car, and took out some small plates, placing them on the wooden board next to the pickling jar.

Ling Chi changed into a clean white chef's uniform, wore a tall hat, held a knife in his right hand, and took out a pickled cabbage with his left hand. He placed it on the chopping block and chopped the pickled cabbage into thin strips, arranging them one by one on the unfolded small plate.

"Ahem..." Ling Chi cleared his throat and began to sing a little tune in the style of "Zhao Hua Tai": "I've prepared the dishes for you, hey hey, hoping you'll come soon. A dish of pickled cabbage, a dish of pickled cabbage, a dish of pickled cabbage, a dish of pickled cabbage, hey hey hey..."

Four Swords: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Chapter Forty-Three: Divine Efficacy and Profound Compassion

A commotion arose from the crowd.

"Is this... a Peking Opera performer?"

"What opera singer? They're clearly just selling pickled cabbage. Look, they've already put it all out there."