Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Seeing Ling Chi and Qiao Feng praising each other, Bao Butong's face turned even uglier: Oh no, am I going to cause trouble for the young master?

Chapter 51 Disrupting the Plot

Ling Chi took some time to explain the events that occurred at Shaolin Temple that day. After everyone listened, A Zhu said, "So, it turns out that the incident happened because of a misunderstanding. It truly was a case of one wrong step leading to another."

Qiao Feng sighed: "So, Shaolin has suffered an undeserved disaster. What a joke."

“It’s not so bad.” Ling Chi poured water into the pot, put the lid on, and said, “The monks of Shaolin Temple have become a bit arrogant in recent years. They earn so much incense every day, but they don’t give back to the people. They only know how to repair Buddha statues and build temples. They live a more comfortable life than ordinary people. If we don’t teach them a lesson, they will really think they are the best in the world.”

Qiao Feng: "..."

Once the matter was cleared up, the estrangement between Qiao Feng and Ling Chi disappeared. Without the barrier, the two found themselves getting along very well and soon began calling each other brothers.

"Brother Qiao, it seems your Beggars' Sect has been in quite a bit of trouble lately." Ling Chi took the ten taels of silver and handed two potstickers to Qiao Feng.

"Alas!" Qiao Feng sighed and said, "These are troubled times! Hmm, these potstickers are truly delicious. This is the first time in my life that I have tasted such delicious food."

"You get what you pay for. These ten taels won't leave you feeling cheated or ripped off," Ling Chi said with a smile. "Don't you feel less tired now?"

"Is that really so!?" Qiao Feng felt an overwhelming surge of energy and stamina, and was extremely surprised: "What is this?"

"That's the effect of potstickers," Ling Chi said with a smile. "I've added many precious medicinal herbs to these potstickers. When you're tired, eating two will immediately give you a burst of energy, enough to fight another three hundred rounds."

"Ah! No wonder I felt much better and less tired just now, so that's why," Azhu said.

“Yes, me too.” Abi nodded repeatedly.

Wang Yuyan looked at Ling Chi with a strange expression and said, "Young Master Ling, you are truly a remarkable person of our time."

“Flattery isn’t cheap either,” Ling Chi said. “Five taels of silver each, not a penny less.”

Wang Yuyan: "..."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, "Brother Ling is truly a wonderful person." He paused, then added, "My Beggars' Clan brothers are already tired. If we want all these potstickers, could you give us a discount?"

"You want them all?" Ling Chi asked.

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Although my Beggars' Clan consists of beggars, we still have some money, so we won't be unable to afford food."

“No problem.” Ling Chi smiled and said, “If Brother Qiao wants them all, I’ll just earn a little extra money and charge you four and a half taels of silver each.”

Qiao Feng was taken aback for a moment, then said, "I didn't expect Brother Ling's potstickers to have such low profit margins. It seems I misunderstood you."

"I don't sell food to make money," Ling Chi chuckled. "It's just a hobby. Actually, I prefer beating people half to death and forcing them to eat stinky tofu. The taste is...tsk tsk."

Seeing Ling Chi's wistful expression, Qiao Feng immediately shivered and forced a smile, saying, "Brother Ling's hobby is truly unique. Brother Ling, please wait a moment while I go and gather some money from the brothers."

"Brother Qiao, please go."

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As soon as Qiao Feng left, Bao Butong silently handed over ten taels of silver: "I want two."

Ling Chi glanced at him, a half-smile on his face: "How strange, how come the dignified Third Master Bao is so honest? I'm really not used to it."

"..." Bao Butong was furious, but dared not show it. He was afraid that Ling Chi would beat him half to death and then force-feed him some stinky tofu. Although he didn't know what stinky tofu was, he knew from the name that it was not a good thing, and he dared not risk his life to challenge stinky tofu.

Seeing Bao Sange being mistreated, Wang Yuyan felt sorry for him and said, "Young Master Ling, Bao Sange is just a bit outspoken. He's actually a very good person. Could you please let him off the hook?"

"I didn't capture him at all, so how could I let him go?" Ling Chi looked at her and said calmly, "Besides, the martial world is dangerous. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for a young lady from a wealthy family who doesn't know martial arts to come out and show her face like this?"

The Song Dynasty was an era where the strict rules of etiquette and propriety were very important. A young lady from a prominent family like Wang Yuyan would never show her face in public, otherwise she might be bullied by a rogue and her life would be over.

After being reprimanded by Ling Chi, Wang Yuyan's face turned bright red, whether from embarrassment or anger was unknown.

Ling Chi ignored her and turned to ask Bao Butong, "What kind of filling do you want?"

Bao Butong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's made with chives."

"I knew it." Ling Chi nodded. What man wouldn't eat chives?

These chive-filled potstickers not only restore physical strength and energy, but also have a bit of an aphrodisiac effect. I bet Bao Butong will have to run to the city after eating them.

You ask why I'm heading to the city? You're so innocent.

Just as Qiao Feng gave Bao Butong two leek-filled potstickers, Qiao Feng arrived with a group of his brothers.

"Brother Ling, how many potstickers do you have here? Let's count the total!" Qiao Feng said.

Ling Chi smiled and said, "There are 192 in total, each weighing four and a half taels, for a total of 864 taels."

"Good!" The Beggar Clan disciple behind Qiao Feng immediately took out a sack, threw silver into it, and after throwing in 864 taels, Qiao Feng picked up the sack and handed it to him: "Brother Ling, you count it."

"No need," Ling Chi said, placing the sack at his feet. "I trust Brother Qiao."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Great idea! Brother Ling, we hit it off immediately, how about we become sworn brothers?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, especially Bao Butong. He had originally planned to help Murong Fu recruit Ling Chi, but if Ling Chi became sworn brothers with Qiao Feng, how could he recruit him?

"No, no!" Bao Butong was going all out. He was willing to risk his life to ruin this matter: "As the saying goes, a gentleman's friendship is as light as water. If you are truly friends, why bother with sworn brotherhood? How many times in history have sworn brothers betrayed and killed each other? If Chief Qiao and Young Master Ling really hit it off at first sight, being friends is fine. If they become sworn brothers with everyone they meet, then their brotherhood is too cheap."

Qiao Feng seemed to be deep in thought after hearing these words, but Ling Chi narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing through Bao Butong's wishful thinking.

Bao Butong broke out in a cold sweat after being stared at by Ling Chi, but for the sake of Murong Fu's restoration of his kingdom, he used all his strength to remain calm and gave Ling Chi a dry smile.

“Mr. Bao is right.” Qiao Feng was honest and listened to advice. “In that case, I will not insist. Brother Ling, if you have time to go to Luoyang in the future, you must visit the Beggars’ Sect. I will be waiting for you.”

Ling Chi nodded with a smile: "Definitely."

Qiao Feng clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. Brother Ling, until we meet again."

Ling Chi also clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Take care, Brother Qiao."

……

Qiao Feng and the Beggars' Sect members left. Ling Chi also packed his things and said to A Zhu, "Whenever you want to learn to cook, remember to come find me at the Lingjiu Palace in Tianshan. Don't forget."

Ling Chi's repeated instructions showed his genuine desire for A Zhu to learn cooking from him, but A Zhu didn't see it that way. When a man repeatedly invites a young and beautiful woman, isn't it all for that reason?

A'Zhu blushed slightly and said, "I will, Young Master Ling, take care."

"Take care of yourself too." Ling Chi smiled slightly, glanced at Wang Yuyan, and said, "You guys are really reckless, daring to bring out a naive young girl who doesn't know any martial arts. Do you really think the martial world is a fun place? People can die if you're not careful. Before she makes a big mistake, send her back as soon as possible!"

Azhu nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Ling. We will take Miss Biao home now."

Ling Chi nodded, glanced at Bao Butong, and said indifferently, "Bao San, watch your mouth from now on. If you dare to talk nonsense again, you'll lose your head."

Bao Butong felt a chill run through his body, and cold sweat poured down his face: "Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

"I doubt you'd dare." Seeing that the four swordsmen were already sitting in the carriage, Ling Chi waved to A Zhu and said, "I'm leaving. Take care."

"Take care, Young Master Ling." A'Zhu had just waved her hand when Ling Chi disappeared into the depths of the apricot grove like lightning.

Azhu was utterly shocked: "So fast!"

She wasn't the only one shocked; Abi, Wang Yuyan, and Bao Butong were all utterly astonished.

"This person is terrifying." Bao Butong sat down heavily on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and he couldn't even stand up.

Abi exclaimed, "Yes! Such speed, it's like lightning. Young Master... I'm afraid he's no match for Young Master Ling."

“Not to mention the young master, even if the master were alive today, he probably wouldn’t be a match for him.” Bao San was very clear about this, but he was even more afraid: “If this person becomes an enemy of the young master, I’m afraid it will be bad.”

Wang Yuyan's expression was uncertain: This person is so fast, what use are all the martial arts principles I know?

Thinking that she couldn't help her cousin, Wang Yuyan was very depressed and lost the will to continue searching for Murong Fu. She said, "Azhu, Abi, please take me back to Mantuo Manor."

"Miss, are you going back already?" Abi asked, somewhat surprised. "Aren't you going to see the young master?"

"No." Wang Yuyan shook her head, looking quite dejected. "I thought I could help my cousin, but I only realized today that I've been looking at the world from the bottom of a well all along. It's ridiculous."

Abi was speechless. If she hadn't witnessed Ling Chi's prowess, she wouldn't have believed that someone could be this strong; he was simply a monster.

If he were to oppose the young master in the future… just thinking about that possibility sent chills down Abi’s spine.

That's terrifying! Please don't let it happen!

Wang Yuyan turned to Bao Butong and asked, "Third Brother Bao, are you coming back with us? Or are you going to find my cousin?"

Bao Butong said, "Young Master Murong still needs to settle a misunderstanding with the Beggars' Sect, so I won't see Miss Biao off."

"Alright." Wang Yuyan nodded and said, "Azhu, Abi, let's go!"

"Yes, Miss."

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Huishan Mountain, located in the western suburbs of Wuxi, was called Lishan Mountain during the Southern Dynasties. Legend has it that Emperor Shun once farmed on this mountain. The mountain has nine ridges, commonly known as Jiulong Mountain. Among the nine peaks of Huishan, the three most famous are Toumao Peak, Ermao Peak, and Sanmao Peak. The highest peak is Sanmao Peak, with an altitude of 328.98 meters and a circumference of about 20 square kilometers.

It was the dead of night when Helian Tieshu of the Western Xia Dynasty led his soldiers and the experts of Yipintang to set up camp here, conserving their energy in preparation for their appointment with the Beggars' Sect the next morning.

Ling Chi pushed his wheelbarrow here and saw the Western Xia military camp in the distance, lost in thought.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Brother Is No Longer in the Jianghu

Uruwa...

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"Ding! Conquered the stomach of Wang Mazi, the white-clad gourmet..."

As the aroma of stinky tofu wafted through the air, Ling Chi, with the help of the Four Swords, once again swept through the recipes. However, after all the notification sounds ended, neither Li Yanzong nor Murong Fu's name appeared on the list.

Ling Chi asked with slight confusion, "Where did Murong Fu go?"

In the original novel, Murong Fu disguised himself as Li Yanzong as a warrior from Western Xia and had a storyline with Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan. So why is it that after searching the entire Western Xia camp, his name is nowhere to be found?

After pondering for a moment, he thought: Could it be that Murong Fu didn't actually join the Yipintang? Was it just a spur-of-the-moment decision after Duan Yu led Wang Yuyan out of the encirclement?

Thinking about it carefully, it's possible, but why?

Ling Chi thought about it for a moment, then stopped thinking about it: Why think so much? He's just a supporting character, let him die.

"Young Master Ling, where are we going?" Si Jian returned to Ling Chi's side and asked.

“There’s one last thing left, but it’s not urgent.” Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, “Didn’t I say I would take you to Suzhou and Hangzhou? Rest tonight, and we’ll head to Suzhou early tomorrow morning. We’ll play there for a month first, and then we’ll take care of the last thing.”

The four swordsmen were overjoyed: "Are you really taking us out to play?"

"Of course it's true!" Ling Chi laughed. "Let's go! Let's find a place to sleep first."

"Ah."

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