Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"How would I know? I am neither Young Master Murong nor the leader of the Beggars' Sect, how would I know? Your question is completely unreasonable, utterly absurd, utterly absurd!"

Qiao Feng's face darkened, and he strode into the woods. There, he saw two groups of people standing opposite each other in the apricot grove. One of them was a middle-aged man, with three young girls standing behind him.

The three girls standing in the middle were about seventeen or eighteen years old. They wore long white dresses, had slender figures, and long hair that flowed down their shoulders. They were so beautiful that they seemed otherworldly. Even though the other two girls were also very beautiful, they paled in comparison to this girl.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

Standing opposite the four men in the apricot grove was a group of ragged beggars. The man in the lead was overjoyed to see Qiao Feng arrive and rushed forward to greet him. The Beggars' Clan members behind him bowed and shouted, "Your subordinates greet the Clan Leader!"

Qiao Feng clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, brothers."

The middle-aged man opposite him remained arrogant as always, and said, "Hmm, is this Chief Qiao of the Beggars' Sect? Brother Bao Butong, you must have heard of my name."

Qiao Feng said, "So you are Mr. Bao San. I have long admired your reputation, and it is a great honor to meet you today."

Bao Butong said, "No, no! What kind of heroic reputation do I have? I do have a bad reputation in the martial arts world. Everyone knows that I, Bao Butong, have been a troublemaker all my life, that I speak hurtful words, and that I am an eccentric person. Hehehe, Chief Qiao, you came to Jiangnan so casually, that's your fault."

The Beggars' Sect was the largest gang in the world, and its leader held an extremely prestigious position, revered by all its members as a god. Seeing Bao Butong's blatant disrespect towards the leader, immediately turning to rebuke him, filled everyone with indignation. Behind Jiang, the leader of the Righteousness Branch, stood six or seven men, some with their hands on their sword hilts, others rubbing their fists, all eager to attack.

A major battle seems imminent.

……

Several miles away from the apricot grove, Ling Chi pushed a wheelbarrow, carrying the four swords, slowly along.

"Young Master Ling, where are we going?" Mei Jian asked, noticing that the road they were taking was becoming increasingly remote.

"There's an apricot grove not far ahead," Ling Chi said with a smile. "Let's go check it out and maybe do some business while we're at it."

"Huh?" Zhu Jian said, "Why are you doing business again? That's the outskirts of the city! Will there be anyone there?"

“Normally there isn’t, but there is today.” Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, “And we can also watch a good show, so why not?”

"So mysterious." Zhu Jian stood up, looked up and saw the apricot blossoms in full bloom, a beautiful sight, a cluster of red flowers in the sky. He couldn't help but show his delight: "There really is an apricot grove, the flowers are so beautiful."

"Really?" Sanjian also stood up and looked over.

"Wow! What a beautiful flower forest! Are those apricot blossoms?" the four swords exclaimed excitedly.

Ling Chi smiled slightly, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

He saw a woman dressed entirely in white, with a slender and petite figure, surrounded by many beggars, and several people of different ages riding on horseback.

Ling Chi stopped in his tracks, and under the watchful eyes of the four swordsmen, a steel flute appeared in his hand.

The four swordsmen's eyes widened, and the next moment, Ling Chi played the Azure Sea Tide Song.

Uruwa...

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In the apricot grove, Quan Guanqing held his magic knife steadily, his arm without trembling, and turned to face Qiao Feng. The two stared at each other, and for a moment, the apricot grove was completely silent. Suddenly, Quan Guanqing said, "Qiao Feng, you are so calm! Do you really not know?" Qiao Feng replied, "Know what? Tell me!"

Quan Guanqing's lips moved slightly, but he ultimately remained silent. He slowly placed the magic knife back in its original position, then slowly untied the eight cloth bags from his back one by one and placed them on the ground. He did this very slowly, appearing quite reluctant.

Just as Quan Guanqing was unpacking the fifth cloth bag, suddenly the sound of hooves rang out, and horses galloped from the north, followed by a whistle or two. Someone in the group of beggars responded with a whistle, and the horse galloped faster and faster, gradually approaching.

Wu Changfeng murmured, "What emergency has happened?" Before the horse arrived, they suddenly heard another horse galloping from the east.

Seeing that something had changed, Quan Guanqing stopped taking off the cloth bag from his back, slowly backed away, and returned to his own ship.

Qiao Feng thought to himself that there was no rush to investigate, and that he should observe the newcomer first.

In a short while, the horse from the north had galloped out of the forest. A man rode into the forest and dismounted. The man wore a wide-sleeved robe and was dressed in very ornate clothes. He quickly removed his outer garment, revealing the ragged and worn-out clothes of a beggar under his clothes.

The man approached the leader of the Daxin branch, respectfully presented a small package, and said, "Urgent military intelligence..." He only managed to utter these four words before becoming breathless. Suddenly, the horse he had ridden let out a mournful neigh, collapsed to the ground, and died from exhaustion. The messenger swayed and then fell to the ground. Clearly, both man and horse were utterly exhausted from their long journey.

The leader of the Great Beggars' Sect recognized the messenger as one of their disciples sent to Western Xia to gather intelligence. Western Xia frequently launched military raids, occupying territory and harassing the people, only avoiding direct conflict with the Khitan. The Beggars' Sect often sent spies to Western Xia to gather information. Seeing the man's fearless actions, he knew the message must be extremely important and urgent. Without even opening it, he presented the small package to Qiao Feng, saying, "Urgent military intelligence from Western Xia. This messenger accompanied Brother Yi Dabiao to Western Xia."

Qiao Feng took the package, opened it, and found a wax pellet inside. He crushed the wax pellet, took out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it, and saw the military intelligence on it. His expression immediately changed: "The people from the Western Xia First-Class Hall have actually come!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed, except for Quan Guanqing, who looked anxious: Why aren't they here yet? Do these bastards want to kill me?!

……

Outside the apricot grove, after Ling Chi killed Kang Min with a single finger strike, he opened several bundles and quickly found an envelope sealed with sealing wax.

Ling Chi opened the letter, glanced at it, nodded, casually crumpled it into dust, and then said to the four swords, "Let's go!"

Looking at the hundred or so heavily injured people scattered on the ground, Si Jian asked, "Young Master Ling, what exactly happened?"

"Just a bunch of clowns." Ling Chi smiled, pushed his wheelbarrow over, and said, "Get on, there's still an old bald monk to deal with."

"Old bald monk?"

Chapter Forty-Nine: No, no.

Master Zhiguang, over seventy years old, was a monk at Zhiguan Temple on Mount Tiantai. Thirty years ago, under the leadership of his elder brother Xuanci, he participated in the Battle of Yanmen Pass.

There were 21 people involved, but only four survived: Xuan Ci, Zhao Qiansun, Wang Jiantong, and he was the last one.

After that great battle, feeling that the killing had been excessive, Master Zhiguang devoted himself to the study of Buddhism. During a plague, he traveled across the ocean to remote overseas regions to collect bark from exotic trees, curing countless people in Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong who had been infected with miasma. He also fell seriously ill twice as a result, losing all his martial arts skills, but his benefits to the people were truly immense.

Because he was one of the few who knew Qiao Feng's true identity, a few days ago, Elder Xu of the Beggars' Sect invited him to be a witness to prove that Qiao Feng was a Khitan, thus freeing the Beggars' Sect from the control of this Khitan. Elder Xu stated that they already had enough evidence to prove that Qiao Feng was a descendant of the Khitan, and having Zhiguang testify would only be icing on the cake.

Out of consideration for the ethnic group, Zhiguang decided to come out of the mountains to help. Today, following the mark left by Elder Xu, he was heading to Xingzilin alone. Just as he approached Xingzilin, he suddenly heard a soul-shaking voice: "Zhiguang, your mother is calling you home for dinner."

Zhiguang's face immediately darkened: "Who dares to play tricks on this old monk!?"

Hundreds of meters away, Ling Chi smiled slightly: "Found it."

The next moment, a unicycle sped off, appearing in front of Zhiguang in just a few seconds.

Ling Chi looked at the old monk in the gray robe with a square head and large ears, and smiled slightly: "You must be Master Zhiguang?"

Zhiguang looked at the man and four women who appeared before him like ghosts, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

"Amitabha, it is indeed this old monk." Suppressing the shock in his heart, he asked calmly, "May I ask what brings you here, benefactor?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to die," Ling Chi said with a smile.

"!!!" Zhiguang's pupils shrank, his heart pounded wildly, and he almost broke the prayer beads in his hand: "Benefactor...do you have a grudge against this old monk?"

"We have no grudge against each other," Ling Chi smiled slightly, "but I just want you dead. Will you take your own life, or will I do it for you?"

"Amitabha." At the brink of death, Zhiguang sat cross-legged on the ground and calmly said, "The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? Benefactor, do it!"

This old monk's demeanor should be enough to intimidate this brat! Hmph! You want to kill me? You're far from it!

puff--

Ling Chi unleashed a powerful sword strike, hitting Zhi Guang squarely between the eyebrows. Zhi Guang let out a muffled groan and was already on his way to the Western Paradise to pay homage to the Buddha.

Ling Chi curled her middle finger and stretched: "Finally done."

"..." The four swords looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Ling Chi slammed a palm into the ground, creating a large crater. He casually tossed Zhi Guang into it and then swept his hands across the ground to cover it with dirt. "Speak your mind."

“Young Master Ling, this servant doesn’t understand,” Mei Jian asked. “Why kill an innocent old monk?”

"What did I mean? So this is what it is." Ling Chi stomped his feet on the mud and said, "Because if he doesn't die, many people will die because of him."

"???" Mei Jian was bewildered.

"Don't think about it anymore," Ling Chi said. "This matter is very complicated, I don't want to say more, and you shouldn't ask."

"Yes." Mei Jian took a deep breath and said, "This servant shouldn't have spoken out of turn."

"It's not that I'm being nosy," Ling Chi said with a smile. "Everyone has curiosity. If I were in that situation, I would ask too."

Mei Jian felt a warmth in his heart and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Young Master Ling."

"You're welcome." Ling Chi tamped down the soil and made some more disguises. Seeing that there were no flaws, he pushed the wheelbarrow and said, "The show isn't over yet, let's continue watching."

"Anything else?"

……

"The people from Yipintang have actually come too?" The Beggars' Sect members looked on in shock and anger: "These bastards from Western Xia deserve to die!"

It turns out that the intelligence Qiao Feng possessed indicated that Helian Tieshu, the Grand General of the Western Xia's Eastern Expedition, was leading his warriors on a mission to Bianliang, ostensibly to pay homage to the Empress Dowager and Emperor of the Song Dynasty. However, this was a pretense; their true purpose was to probe the situation. They knew the Beggars' Sect was a major pillar of the Song Dynasty's martial arts world and wanted to destroy it in one fell swoop, first establishing their prestige before launching a full-scale invasion.

After leaving Bianliang, Helian Tieshu went to the Beggars' Sect headquarters in Luoyang. However, Qiao Feng was leading his Beggars' Sect brothers to Jiangnan to avenge Vice Chief Ma, and the Western Xia forces found nothing. Undeterred, they went to Jiangnan and finally arranged a meeting with Qiao Feng. But intelligence indicated that the Western Xia's First-Class Hall was hiding in the shadows, planning to use this opportunity to annihilate the Beggars' Sect in one fell swoop.

The so-called Yipin Hall was a martial arts academy established by the King of Western Xia. It recruited highly skilled martial artists, treated them with great respect, and required them to teach martial arts to Western Xia military officers. Anyone who entered Yipin Hall was known as having the best martial arts skills in the world, hence the name Yipin Hall.

These experts from Yipintang are almost all as strong as Beggar Clan elders. Although they did not send all of them, about 70-80% of them came. If the Beggar Clan is not well prepared, they may really be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

Qiao Feng was furious: "These scoundrels from Western Xia have gone too far in bullying my Beggars' Sect! I, Qiao Feng... um?" Qiao Feng inhaled: "What's that smell?"

"Wow! It smells so good!" The girl in green next to Bao Butong inhaled deeply, her face full of ecstasy. "What is this? It smells so good! I'm so hungry."

The girl in red also clutched her rumbling stomach and said, "What a rich aroma! It smells like it's being fried in oil."

The beautiful girl in white looked up and saw a small cart parked a hundred meters away. In the middle of the cart was a large frying pan, and a person dressed in white and wearing a tall hat was frying something. The aroma was coming from there.

“Why are there street vendors here? How strange, how strange.” Bao Butong was surprised and uncertain: “This person’s clothes and appearance are like those of a ghost…wait, are they actually four twin sisters? Interesting, interesting.”

Bao Butong saw it, as did Qiao Feng and many Beggar Clan elders.

"Why would there be a small vendor here?" Elder Wu frowned and said, "Chief, this person's clothes are strange, and he appeared without a trace. Please be careful."

“Elder Wu is right.” Qiao Feng turned to Bao Butong and said, “Mr. Bao, could we postpone our feud with the Beggars’ Sect for now?”

"No, no. It is I, Bao, who wants to postpone our feud with your Beggars' Sect, not the other way around." Bao Butong tilted his head back, his arrogant attitude making the Beggars' Sect members want to beat him up.

Qiao Feng didn't mind and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "In that case, please, Mr. Bao."

"No, no. You don't need to invite me; I'll go myself." Bao Butong smiled at the three women and said, "Miss Biao, Sister Azhu, Sister Abi, shall we go and take a look?"

"Great!" Abi exclaimed eagerly, "It smells so good, I can't resist it!"

"All you ever do is eat," A'Zhu said with a laugh, "Aren't you afraid Miss Biao will laugh at you?"

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly: "It's already late afternoon, time to eat something. Brother Bao, let's go take a look!"

“Excellent, let’s do it this way.”

The four walked toward the food stall. The Beggars' Clan members smelled the aroma wafting over, and their stomachs rumbled loudly. Even Qiao Feng's stomach was churning. He said, "Brothers, rest and stand guard where you are. I'll go take a look."

Qiao Feng was highly skilled in martial arts, so the Beggars' Clan members weren't worried. However, they didn't want to rest on the spot; they wanted to go over and see what was happening and have some good food.

"So hungry, I really want to eat." The Beggars' Sect members' eyes lit up as they looked at the food stalls over there.

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