Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

“They are not my guards.” Ling Chi glanced at the four swordsmen and smiled slightly. “They are my women.”

"Oh?" Seeing that the four swords seemed to blush, Qiao Feng laughed and said, "Young Master Ling is indeed a romantic figure, much better than me."

“Indeed, I’m better than you.” Ling Chi nodded. “A thirty-year-old single man without a wife is shameful.”

Qiao Feng: "..."

"Pfft—" The four swordsmen covered their mouths and chuckled.

"Ahem." Qiao Feng was embarrassed and forced a smile, "Please forgive my rudeness, Young Master Ling."

"It's alright, I've seen plenty of embarrassing things happen to me, one more won't make a difference."

"..." Can we still have a proper conversation?

Qiao Feng suddenly understood why Ling Chi and Shaolin Temple had clashed; even a Buddha would get angry at someone who couldn't speak.

"Ahem, I wonder how much you can drink, Brother Ling?" Qiao Feng quickly changed the subject.

"As for alcohol tolerance..." Ling Chi said thoughtfully, "I shouldn't get drunk."

What a boastful tone.

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "In that case, how about we switch to a larger bowl?"

"No need for that." Ling Chi waved his hand. "Good wine is meant to be savored. Wine that's drunk in large gulps isn't good wine, and I only drink good wine."

He pulled out the stopper and took another sip of the strong liquor: "Ha—that's potent."

"Gulp!" Qiao Feng swallowed hard, while the diners in the restaurant were about to curse: This is insane! He drinks in bursts, do you dare to keep the cork open forever?

Seeing Qiao Feng's expression, Ling Chi asked, "Want some?"

Qiao Feng nodded repeatedly, then shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I simply cannot afford to drink."

It costs 10,000 taels of silver per catty, and he would need about half a catty in one gulp. He couldn't afford to drink that much even if you beat him to death.

“That’s true.” Ling Chi nodded and put the cork back on the wine.

"..." Qiao Feng almost lost his composure. If Ling Chi had a star map, it would definitely show: Qiao Feng's negative emotions +999.

Chapter Forty-Eight Targeted Elimination

"Just kidding." Ling Chi uncorked the wine, poured Qiao Feng a large glass of wine, and said, "This wine is very strong, drink it slowly."

Qiao Feng truly couldn't see through this person. His words and actions were unpredictable and unpredictable, making him the most enigmatic person he had ever met in his life.

"Young Master Ling is truly an extraordinary person with extraordinary deeds," Qiao Feng exclaimed. "I am far inferior to him."

"You're still young, you still have a chance." Ling Chi took a sip of his wine and said, "The future is yours."

"..." Qiao Feng's face twitched. Being told he was young by a young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen, and that the future belonged to him, was so incongruous that it was really painful.

"Young Master Ling, please." Drink, drink, I can't go on like this, he doesn't want to die yet.

According to Ling Chi, Qiao Feng only took a small sip. Upon taking that sip, an unprecedentedly rich and spicy flavor filled his tongue and mouth. As the wine went down his throat, he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

"Ah—" Qiao Feng exhaled and praised loudly, "Good wine!"

"With good wine, how can there be no good food?" Ling Chi took out a paper package from his pocket. When he opened it, there were two whole chickens inside. Qiao Feng was stunned: How could he hide such big chickens in his pocket?

But the taste...

Qiao Feng took a deep breath, his face full of ecstasy: "Good chicken!"

"Try it!" Ling Chi placed the beggar's chicken on the table and said, "But you should be prepared."

Qiao Feng was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, Young Master Ling?"

"Once you've eaten my chicken, no other chicken will taste right," Ling Chi said calmly. "My chicken is just that delicious."

"..." Qiao Feng didn't know whether he should laugh or not. He felt that these words were ridiculous, but Ling Chi's expression was very serious. Could this be a serious lie?

"I, Qiao, would like to have a taste." Qiao Feng was not one to hesitate, so he tore off a chicken leg and took a bite.

"Well--"

The chicken smells delicious!

Qiao Feng felt as if his tongue was being captured by this chicken. It was so delicious that he couldn't describe it. Moreover, a surge of power seemed to well up in his body, making him want to punch a cow to death.

"Good! Good chicken!" Qiao Feng immediately began to chew it heartily, not even letting go of the bones, crunching and swallowing them.

"..." Ling Chi tore off the leg of another beggar's chicken and said, "Seeing how much you love chicken legs, you can have both chicken legs, but the chicken wings are mine."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Young Master Ling is truly a remarkable person. It would be impolite of me to refuse such an honor."

I took the chicken leg and put it in my mouth.

"Well--"

It was the same feeling again; I was almost completely captivated by this chicken: "Delicious! Delicious! So delicious!"

"..." Seeing Qiao Feng enjoying his meal, a glint flashed in Ling Chi's eyes: It really is top-grade blue!

This beggar's chicken recipe was obtained from Hong Qigong and is a high-level blue recipe. Qiao Feng was not convinced by it, which is enough to prove that his level has exceeded the high-level blue. Moreover, judging from his reaction, it should only be slightly higher than the high-level blue. It is likely that he recently broke through to the top-level blue.

Qiao Feng truly deserves to be called the number one war god in Tian Long Ba Bu; he is indeed extraordinary.

Ling Chi silently took out a paper package from his pocket: "Try this dish again."

"..." Qiao Feng was dumbfounded: How come there are still some? Where did you hide them before?

Although he was completely bewildered, the aroma of the cabbage seemed even more tempting than the two chickens, and Qiao Feng couldn't resist picking up his chopsticks.

"Well--"

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Qiao Feng, a top-tier blue-level gourmet. Conquest count +0.01. Top-tier blue-level recipe dropped - Battle Heart."

"Battle Spirit: Top-tier blue recipe, increases all attributes by 100% during battle. Cooldown time: 10 days."

……

Hiss~~~~

Ling Chi gasped, "What a terrifying fighting spirit."

With all attributes increased by 100%, it's no wonder that Qiao Feng, despite not seeming that powerful, always managed to deliver one classic battle after another. Now I understand.

Qiao Feng had already entered the illusion, where he saw a peaceful world where everyone had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to live, and there was no war.

His parents smiled at him, his master looked at him with satisfaction, and his brothers in the Beggars' Sect no longer begged for a living, but lived the normal life of ordinary people. They were very happy with their farmland, spring water, and fields.

"Hahaha...hahaha...hahahahaha..." Qiao Feng laughed loudly: "The world is at peace, the world is at peace!"

"..." Everyone was looking at Qiao Feng as if he were a lunatic, only Ling Chi showed admiration: As expected of Qiao Feng, all he cared about was peace in the world. If everyone in the world were like him, why would the world be injustice?

only……

Looking at Qiao Feng's chest, Ling Chi seemed to be deep in thought.

When Qiao Feng came to his senses, Ling Chi said, "Chief Qiao, may I take a look at your chest?"

Qiao Feng: "!!!∑ (°Д°ノ)ノ"

"Don't worry, let's get a room, only I will be able to see it."

Qiao Feng: "ヽ(｀Д')丿︵┻━┻┻━┻"

……

An hour later, Qiao Feng woke up in his guest room, patted his head, feeling groggy. After a while, he came to his senses and was stunned by his surroundings: "Where am I?"

He hurriedly got up and walked out of the room, only to find himself in a restaurant. However, there were only a few customers in the restaurant, making it seem rather deserted.

"Sir, you're awake!" A waiter approached. "Would you like some food?"

"No rush." ​​Qiao Feng remained calm and asked, "Waiter, what am I doing here?"

"Sir, how could you forget? You were drinking at our shop and had too much to drink." The waiter chuckled, "A kind customer helped you get a room, and I even carried you in!"

"Oh?" Qiao Feng did smell alcohol on himself, so he must have really drunk too much. But with his alcohol tolerance, how could he have gotten drunk?

"Where is that kind person? I would like to thank them in person," Qiao Feng asked.

"That gentleman has already left," the waiter said with a smile. "But that gentleman was tall and thin, only half a head shorter than you. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate features and a very handsome smile. Also, he was accompanied by four identical beautiful girls. How enviable!"

Qiao Feng narrowed his eyes: eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and thin, and with four twin sisters... Could he be the one who humiliated Shaolin at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain?

"Waiter, where did they go?" Qiao Feng asked.

"This is really difficult for me." The waiter shook his head: "I only know that they went out to the west, but I don't know where they went."

Qiao Feng nodded, took out a piece of silver and tossed it to him, saying, "This is a reward for you."

The waiter immediately beamed with joy: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

Qiao Feng smiled and left the restaurant.

Seeing Qiao Feng leave, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Finally, I've done what Young Master Ling asked me to do." Touching the ten taels of silver in his pocket, the waiter chuckled: "Young Master Ling is truly generous."

……

Qiao Feng left Songhe Tower and headed out of the city. Just as he stepped onto the mainland, he saw two ragged, beggar-like men rushing towards him. The two men used their lightness skills to reach him in the blink of an eye, bowing in unison. One of them said, “Reporting to the Chief, four thugs have broken into the ‘Great Righteousness Branch.’ They are extremely skilled. Chief Jiang, seeing that they seem to have ill intentions, fears he cannot withstand them and has ordered his men to request reinforcements from the ‘Great Benevolence Branch.’”

Qiao Feng nodded and asked, "Who are these people?"

One of the men said, "Three of them are women, and one is a tall, thin middle-aged man who is extremely rude and unruly."

Qiao Feng snorted and said, "Chief Jiang is being too meticulous. The opponent is just one person. Does that mean he can't be dealt with?"

The man said, "Reporting to the leader, those three women seem to also know martial arts."

"Oh?" Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look."

The two men's faces lit up with joy, and they replied in unison, "Yes!"

Two men led the way, and after walking for about a mile, they turned left and followed a winding path into the countryside. This area was full of fertile fields, crisscrossed by rivers and canals.

After walking for several miles, passing through an apricot grove, a strange, sarcastic voice came from among the apricot blossoms: "My brother Murong is going to Luoyang to meet your leader, so why are all the Beggars' Clan members in Wuxi? Isn't this deliberately avoiding us? You're all cowardly and afraid of trouble, that's fine, but doesn't it make my brother Murong's trip a complete waste? Outrageous, utterly outrageous!"

A man with a northern accent shouted, "Did Young Master Murong make an appointment with our gang's Chief Qiao beforehand?"

"Whether we make a date or not is the same. Now that Young Master Murong has come to Luoyang, the Beggars' Sect leader can't just walk away and let him come up empty-handed. That's outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"

The man asked, "Has Young Master Murong sent any letter to inform our gang?"