Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Not good!" The four swordsmen were alarmed by Ling Chi's reaction, thinking that the old bald monk was about to make a move, and immediately drew their swords to attack Xuan Ci.

"Hey!" Ling Chi was about to call a halt when he saw the four swords being jolted by Xuan Ci's protective true energy. They cried out in surprise and were sent flying backward.

"Damn it!" Ling Chi was furious.

Although the incident was caused by the Four Swords overreacting, they were, after all, his chosen women. Xuan Ci dared to injure them, so he didn't care about any plans anymore; he just wanted to take them down!

"Roar--!"

A burst of golden light, exuding an awe-inspiring aura, appeared as a colossal golden dragon soared into the sky, stunning everyone present.

With a dragon's roar, the giant dragon split into eighteen parts in the air and swooped down towards Xuan Ci and the Shaolin monks.

Xuan Ci was horrified: "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!?"

Boom boom boom boom boom—

A series of huge explosions rang out, and countless Shaolin monks were engulfed in smoke and dust. Even Xuan Ci's protective inner energy could not withstand the bombardment of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. His inner energy wall shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

As the smoke cleared, onlookers witnessed a horrifying scene: over a hundred Shaolin monks lay on the ground, bleeding profusely, a truly terrifying sight.

The most tragic figure was Abbot Xuanci. At this moment, almost no part of his body was intact; his flesh was mangled and bloody. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still heaving, everyone would have thought he was dead.

Ling Chi coldly glanced at the Shaolin monks lying heavily injured all over the ground, then turned to the four swordsmen who were half-lying on the ground and asked, "How are you?"

"Ah?" Si Jian came to her senses, immediately stood up, and said, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Ling. I'm fine."

"It's good that you're alright." Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If anything had happened to you, I would have made the Shaolin Temple pay with its life today."

Hearing these words, the seriously injured Shaolin monk who had fallen to the ground trembled with fear and relief: thank goodness they were alright, thank goodness.

The four swordsmen were deeply moved: "Young Master Ling..."

Duang—Duang—Duang—

The loud chime attracted the attention of Ling Chi and the four swords.

Some onlookers, knowing the reason, said, "It's the sound of the Shaolin bell. Shaolin is ringing the bell to warn the monks and summon them to fight off the enemy."

Upon hearing what this person said, Ling Chi didn't delay at all and immediately took out an ice pop and shoved it into Xuan Ci's mouth.

I poked it once, no use; I poked it again, still no use.

Yo?

A hint of joy flashed in Ling Chi's eyes. He hadn't expected that Xuan Ci was a high-ranking Blue-level figure.

A bottle of milk appeared in his hand, and he poured a mouthful into Xuan Ci's mouth.

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Xuan Ci, a high-level blue-ranked diner. Conquest count +0.01. High-level blue-ranked recipe dropped: Buddha's Appearance, Demon's Heart."

"Buddha-like Appearance, Demon-like Heart: Advanced Blue Recipe, Kind and Benevolent Appearance +2, Morality -2, Valid Uses: 3 times".

"..." Ling Chi blinked. This dish...

He stroked his chin: "Want some? I think my morals are high enough."

……

The monks' footsteps grew closer, and Ling Chi quickly stuffed the fermented stinky tofu into the mouths of the monks on the ground.

The overwhelming stench made the four swordsmen immediately pinch their noses and back away: "It stinks!"

Even bystanders a hundred meters away covered their noses: "It stinks! What did that kid feed those monks? Was it shit?"

"Ugh! Stop talking, it's disgusting."

"Ugh~~~~~"

……

More than a hundred monks, including more than eighty martial monks and the rest were all scholar monks, wasting the thirty or so pieces of Lingchi fermented bean curd.

After feeding the monks, Ling Chi couldn't help but pinch his nose. The stench of this fermented stinky tofu was even stronger than that of fried stinky tofu. Although it tasted quite good, the smell was simply unbearable.

“It was a miscalculation.” Ling Chi shook his head and returned to the Four Swords’ side.

"Young Master Ling, what did you feed them?" Zhu Jian was almost in tears from the stench: "It stinks!"

"This is fermented stinky tofu." Ling Chi took out an opened bottle of fermented stinky tofu and said, "It smells really bad, but it tastes quite good. Want to try some?"

"Ugh! I don't want it, take it away!" The four swordsmen were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly retreated.

"Really not going to try it?" Ling Chi picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. An indescribable taste filled his taste buds, while also suppressing the overflowing stench. With two negatives making a positive, he became immune to the stench.

"It's pretty good, and you can't smell the stench after eating it." Ling Chi smacked his lips and said, "It's just a bit salty, so it's better with fried mantou slices."

"How can something that smells so bad taste good?" The Four Swords looked at Ling Chi in disbelief, wanting to try it but not daring to.

"It's really delicious," Ling Chi said. "The characteristic of fermented stinky tofu is that it smells bad but tastes good. However, it's quite salty, so it's better to eat it with fried bread slices or fried dough sticks. It would be perfect with some fresh vegetables."

"Then..." The four swordsmen exchanged glances, "...would you like to try it?"

"Try it!" Mei Jian volunteered, "Young Master Ling, please give me a piece."

"You don't need to eat the whole piece, just take a little to taste." Ling Chi only picked up a corner of the stinky tofu and brought it to Mei Jian's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Mei Jian almost vomited at the sight of the stinky tofu right in front of her, but out of trust in Ling Chi, she finally closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Mmm..." As Mei Jian put the fermented stinky tofu into her mouth, her taste buds encountered this strange flavor. The pungent stench gradually transformed into a taste she could accept, and...

"Delicious?" Mei Jian opened his eyes, savored the taste again, and said, "It really is quite delicious."

“Isn’t that right!” Ling Chi smiled and said to Lan Jian and the other two, “You guys come and have a taste too.”

"Can you really eat that much?" Sanjian was still very resistant, feeling that their eldest sister was cooperating with Lingchi to trick them.

“Just as Young Master Ling said, it tastes quite delicious,” Mei Jian said. “And the stench has disappeared.”

"Really?" Mei Jian wasn't one to joke or play pranks, so the three swords felt relieved and gritted their teeth to each take a bite.

"Well……"

"Um……"

"Um..."

The three swordsmen exclaimed in surprise, "Delicious!"

"Let's put aside whether it tastes good or not for now!" Ling Chi said, looking at the Shaolin monks rushing out of the temple. "A big deal has arrived."

The four swordsmen stood with their swords drawn. More than two hundred people had already gathered in the open space in front of the temple. More monks continued to join the group. In a short while, nearly a thousand martial monks had gathered. They were arranged according to their seniority. Although there were many people, they were quiet and silent.

Seeing their fellow disciples lying on the ground, the monks were filled with anger and their hearts were heavy.

Suddenly, the bell rang three times again, and all the monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison: "Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!"

Just then, two eminent monks of the Xuan generation, Xuan Nan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, and Xuan Ji, the head of the Vinaya Academy, slowly walked out from inside the gate, and the monks bowed in unison.

Looking at their fellow disciples lying on the ground, the two eminent monks chanted in unison, "Amitabha."

Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji walked up to Ling Chi and stood there, their expressions grave.

“Just now there was a golden dragon roaring. If I’m not mistaken, it should be the Beggars’ Sect’s Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.” Xuan Nan said in a deep voice, “But the Beggars’ Sect Leader Qiao Feng is already thirty years old. May I ask what your relationship is with Leader Qiao? Why do you want to be an enemy of Shaolin?”

“First, let me correct one point,” Ling Chi said calmly. “It’s not that I want to be an enemy of Shaolin, but that Xuan Ci is putting me in a difficult position, which is why I’m forced to retaliate.”

Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji frowned and said, "Why would the abbot make things difficult for you? Is there some misunderstanding?"

“Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, now that we’ve started, it can’t be resolved with just a few words.” Ling Chi stretched his limbs and said, “If you don’t give me an explanation, the Shaolin Temple’s centuries-old reputation will be ruined today.”

The tense atmosphere instantly turned grim.

"Amitabha." Xuan Nan chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Although Shaolin should not use its numbers to bully the few, if you insist on making things difficult for Shaolin, we may have to fight."

"That's wonderful." Ling Chi sneered, and a steel flute appeared in his hand: "Today, Shaolin will face a great calamity."

Under the watchful eyes of all the Shaolin monks, Ling Chi placed the flute to his lips, circulated his inner energy, and played a series of deadly notes.

Uruwa...

Azure Sea Tide Song (Level 9): Active skill, sonic attack, dealing 90% base damage within a radius of 1,000 meters.

Ling Chi's strength, agility, and physique have all reached 800 points, and his true qi has been transformed into innate true qi for 80 years. All things considered, his basic attack power is absolutely terrifying.

Nearly a thousand Shaolin monks were swept away and submerged by the Azure Sea Tide Melody, and almost instantly they were struck hard, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground. Even those Shaolin monks with profound skills were overwhelmed by the invisible sound waves. They could only resist for a few seconds before their true energy was dispersed, and they collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

Chapter 45 Buddha Jumps Over the Wall

In just five seconds, only five seconds of the "Azure Sea Tide Song," not a single Shaolin monk was able to stand up.

Ling Chi put down his flute and let out a breath.

The Azure Sea Tide Melody was his only ultra-wide-range attack technique; no one could escape within a thousand meters. However, there were also many onlookers and the Four Swordsmen within this thousand-meter radius. In order not to harm them, Ling Chi could only strengthen his control over the attack range, but because of this, the consumption of his internal energy was also astonishing.

In just those five short seconds, he had already consumed nearly half of his true energy. Of course, this was also related to the fact that the Azure Sea Tide Song had reached level nine; the higher the level, the greater the power, and the more terrifying the consumption of true energy.

Fortunately, his level was high enough, and apart from the Sweeper Monk, there was no other master in Shaolin Temple who could reach the top level of blue. Taking down a thousand or eight hundred Shaolin monks was a piece of cake.

However, the four swordsmen were so shocked by this scene that they were speechless.

They looked at Ling Chi's slightly thin back, which at this moment seemed so tall and so high.

Not only them, but the onlookers also stared blankly at the scene before them, their minds blank, as if they were dreaming.

Young master Li Luo slapped himself hard across the face. The intense pain and the ringing in his ears told him: This was not a dream.

Li Luo looked at Ling Chi with awe and excitement: How could a person be so powerful? Is this what a hermit master is like? No wonder so many people have sought immortality and the Dao since ancient times. If one could be as powerful as Brother Ling, what would worldly fame and fortune matter?

After defeating these bald monks, Ling Chi immediately took out two popsicles and stuffed them into Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji's mouths, and then obtained two ordinary blue recipes.

"Come and lend a hand." Ling Chi beckoned to the four swordsmen, took out four small jars of fermented stinky tofu from the 'trolley', and said, "These bald monks, one jar each, just stuff it in your mouth."

"Young Master Ling, why would you do such a thing?" Four Swordsman was very confused.

"I have my reasons," Ling Chi said with a smile. "Just do as I say."

Although it was just a normal tone, the four swordsmen sensed an irresistible meaning in it.

"Yes."

……

With the help of four swordsmen, it only took about fifteen minutes for all the monks lying on the ground to have a piece of fermented stinky tofu in their mouths. The pungent stench made the onlookers vomit repeatedly.

"They're feeding the Shaolin monks shit, they're definitely feeding them shit... Ugh~~~~~~"