Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Before we knew it, time had moved from June to February of the following year.

Over the past six months, Wu Yazi's legs have regained their ability to walk. Although he can no longer support his martial arts training, he is already very satisfied to be able to walk like a normal person.

Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu were also happy for their master (grandmaster), and they were all completely convinced of Ling Chi's new leadership.

Especially Shi Qinglu, because of Ling Chi's active pursuit, and the fact that women of her age are naturally... she half-heartedly agreed to have a relationship with Ling Chi.

Ling Chi was very satisfied with getting this beautiful young woman; it was even better than he had imagined. He originally wanted to officially announce their relationship, but Shi Qinglu didn't want to disrupt the current harmonious atmosphere and strongly urged him not to make their relationship public.

Ling Chi readily agreed, as the saying goes, a wife is not as good as... cough cough, censored, censored.

Ling Chi certainly didn't mistreat her, using jade honey and the fountain of youth to give Shi Qinglu a beauty and body treatment that would restore her youth. After more than half a year of transformation, Shi Qinglu is now as beautiful as a blooming flower, with her skin, appearance, and figure all much better than before. Her bodily functions have also reached their peak, leaving everyone who sees her in awe.

The current Shi Qinglu is no less beautiful than Xiao Zhao and Zhou Zhiruo, and her charm surpasses everyone else. Such a gentle, considerate, and understanding woman perfectly matches Ling Chi's fantasies about his older sister.

She is shy yet passionate, reserved yet unrestrained, but always mindful of boundaries, never putting herself or others in an awkward position—she is simply perfect.

Unfortunately, people often visit Shi Qinglu's courtyard, so he can only do so at night...

Big sister, you're so kind!

On the other hand, under Wu Xingyun's orders, the members of Lingjiu Palace had been searching for clues about A Zhu's parents in Suzhou and Dali. However, after searching for more than half a year, although they found what looked like A Zhu's parents, after careful verification, they found that either the words on the gold locket were wrong, or they did not match the Duan character on A Zhu's shoulder. In short, they did not find them.

Ling Chi really wanted to say to Tong Lao, "Your subordinates are really useless."

But after thinking about it, he decided against it. Given Wu Xingyun's personality, if he said those words, many people would surely lose their heads. He didn't want so many people to die because of his words; it wasn't worth it.

Ah Zi, on the other hand, was quite strange. Her legs had long since healed, but after recovering, she had been studying diligently without thinking of running away. Moreover, she had become very good friends with Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, and they would often go out together when they had nothing to do.

Although Lingjiu Palace is not large, it has many interesting places. Since Ling Chi and Shuang'er rarely need to be served, the three women usually have a lot of free time. Taking advantage of this time, the three women explored the area around Piaomiao Peak and became familiar with the environment.

Located in the Western Xia Dynasty, Piaomiao Peak was home to many people from the Western Regions and Han Chinese, who lived in the area under the influence of Lingjiu Palace. The three women were very interested in the languages ​​and customs of these foreigners. In their spare time, they learned some simple foreign languages ​​and also learned about the customs and cuisine of the Western Regions.

There was a market here, and the three women tried many kinds of Western Region delicacies. However, after tasting them, although they had some exotic flavors, they couldn't say they were delicious, which disappointed them.

It wasn't that the food from the Western Regions was bad, but rather that the three women were used to the meals prepared by Ling Chi and Shuang'er, which were at least ordinary white-grade food. Their palates had become quite discerning, so they couldn't stand eating food of low quality.

Perhaps it was because she gradually got used to the peaceful and stable life here, and because of the influence of Azhu and Abi, Azi's personality slowly changed a lot. Now she almost has no more extreme ideas. In addition, with the Confucian classics that Ling Chi had her read, she even has a more refined temperament, which makes Ling Chi quite satisfied.

Look, even a crooked seedling can have a chance to grow straight if it is straightened in time.

Of all the changes, the biggest was in Shuang'er's.

Now, after more than half a year of growth, Shuang'er has grown taller and is now 1.56 meters tall. Her figure is also taking shape, and she looks like a young girl. She is no longer the little yellow-haired girl who looks like she is twelve years old.

Looking at everyone in Lingjiu Palace, if we're talking about happiness and joy, Shuang'er is definitely number one, and Ling Chi is happy for her too.

Including the time spent in the Chef's Space and on the farm, Shuang'er has lived for at least several hundred years. Hundreds of years of waiting, and finally, she's grown up—it's been incredibly difficult. Moreover, she still has over a year of growth left. As long as she has sufficient nutrition, growing to over 1.6 meters tall shouldn't be a problem. The only thing that could hinder her is genetics.

Shuang'er once said that her father was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, and her mother was even shorter than 1.5 meters...

It's not so bad that her father is short, since a short father only has one child, but a short mother can have a whole litter of short children.

I hope Shuang'er can overcome genetic barriers and grow to her ideal height. Even if she doesn't, 1.56 meters would be just about right.

Pray for Shuang'er.

Over the past six months, Lingjiu Palace has experienced many events, both big and small, but the most important matter for Lingjiu Palace at present is with Wu Xingyun.

I wonder if she's about to rejuvenate, because Wu Xingyun's body has been getting weaker and weaker lately, and she looks older and older. It seems like something is draining her life force away. When I saw her a few days ago, she was so old that I couldn't look at her directly. Her skin was like old tree bark, and she was so thin that she was skin and bones, as if she would die at any moment.

After that incident, Wu Xingyun went into seclusion. The four swordsmen took turns guarding her, and Ling Chi would bring her food every day, but the food and water he brought were never touched, and she didn't even excrete anything. If he hadn't heard her voice every day, he would have thought that Wu Xingyun had died in the secret chamber.

Wu Yazi was also very worried about this matter.

Although he and Wu Xingyun had been fellow disciples for ninety years, this was the first time he had witnessed Wu Xingyun's rejuvenation. The first two times, he was enjoying a carefree life with Li Qiushui and was completely unaware; the second time, he had been thrown off a cliff by Ding Chunqiu and was living a miserable life, so why would he care about Wu Xingyun's rejuvenation?

This was the third time he had finally encountered him, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"It's been three days already, please don't let anything happen to you, Senior Sister!" Because Wu Yazi was concerned about Wu Xingyun, Ling Chi would bring him messages every day. Seeing that he was worried about Wu Xingyun, Ling Chi comforted him, "Don't worry! Tong Lao successfully turned back to her youth the first two times, and this time will be no exception. She should be out soon."

"I hope so." Wu Yazi strolled slowly in the courtyard and sighed, "Alas! My junior brother is really useless. He couldn't lend a hand to his senior sister when she was in trouble."

“You’re not learning the same martial arts,” Ling Chi said. “Everyone has their own expertise, don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

"What the sect leader says is true." Su Xinghe also comforted her, "Master, she is a lucky person and will be blessed by heaven. There is no need for Master to worry too much."

"I hope so."

Just as the three were chatting, Zhu Jian ran out of the palace: "Young Master Ling, Granny Tong has emerged from seclusion!"

Chapter Sixty-Five: Are you here to die?

At noon, in the back garden of Lingjiu Palace, Ling Chi had just placed the food on the stone table when he heard light footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw a six-year-old girl dressed in white, with delicate features.

The moment Ling Chi saw her, his eyes lit up. He immediately pulled out a lollipop from his pocket and said with a smile, "Little girl, want a lollipop?"

“…” Wu Xingyun rolled his eyes: “Don’t do these pointless things.” He took the lollipop and put it in his mouth.

So sweet.

"Oh dear! You look cuter like this." Ling Chi laughed. "You were unbearable to look at the other day."

"Hmph." Wu Xingyun walked to the stone table and sat down. Seeing the table full of food that was shimmering with blue light, his eyes softened: "You've put your heart into this."

“You’ve just experienced a rejuvenation, and your body is still weak. It’s definitely good to nourish yourself,” Ling Chi said with a smile. “Eat up! This table of dishes is full of highly nourishing foods. You shouldn’t need to drink blood-nourishing drinks every day anymore.”

"Will it work?" Wu Xingyun asked doubtfully.

“You drink raw blood to replenish your blood and energy, and eating my dishes can also replenish your blood and energy, so why not?” Ling Chi handed over the chopsticks: “Try it and see. If there are any adverse reactions, it’s not too late to drink raw blood again.”

Wu Xingyun nodded, took the chopsticks, and ate a piece of sweet and sour pork.

"Well--"

"Ding! Conquered the rankless diners..."

"..." Ling Chi looked at Wu Xingyun, who seemed to have left his body, and scratched his head. It seemed that the effects of the blue recipe were too strong.

Wu Xingyun remained in the illusion for ten minutes before waking up. He then ate the entire plate of sweet and sour pork. As he picked up the second dish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, Wu Xingyun let out another "uh" and ascended to heaven.

"..."

Of the four dishes, except for the first one, Guo Bao Rou (sweet and sour pork), Ling Chi let her try a bite of the remaining three first. It took her thirty minutes to finish the meal smoothly.

Perhaps after rejuvenating, he really needed to replenish his energy. Although Wu Xingyun only had the body of a six-year-old, after eating these four dishes, his lower abdomen was only slightly bulging and he felt a little full.

"You can eat a lot." Ling Chi poured her a cup of hot tea. "You didn't overeat, did you?"

"It's alright." Wu Xingyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Let's go inside! It's a bit cold."

It's February now, and the weather is freezing cold. There's still some snow in the back garden. Wu Xingyun used to have deep internal strength, so he wasn't afraid of the cold, but not now. He was able to hold on just now thanks to the effects of the medicine, but now that he's sweating, he can't stand the cold wind.

"Okay." Since the food was all gone, Ling Chi only took a pot of hot tea and a few teacups, and went inside with Wu Xingyun, leaving the rest to the four swordsmen to clean up.

As soon as she entered the house, Wu Xingyun went to the charcoal brazier to warm herself. Looking at her small figure squatting by the brazier, Ling Chi chuckled and said, "You look really cute right now."

Wu Xingyun turned his head and glared at him, saying, "Close the door."

"You're just too weak." Ling Chi closed the door, placed the teapot and teacups on the table, and said, "Come and have some hot tea to warm yourself up."

Wu Xingyun got up, walked to the table and sat down. Her fair and tender little hands held the hot tea cup, and she took small sips. After drinking the hot tea, she felt much warmer.

“No wonder rejuvenation is your calamity,” Ling Chi said. “In your current state, anyone could kill you.”

"So now it's your turn to shield me from disaster." Wu Xingyun said, "If that bastard comes, don't hold back. Kill him with one sword, lest my junior brother will again be swayed by old feelings and fail to kill the tiger."

"What?" Ling Chi laughed, "You still have feelings for Wu Yazi?"

Wu Xingyun glared at him: "Nonsense!"

"Alright! Just take it as me talking nonsense." Ling Chi chuckled, took a sip of tea, and said, "I'll stay by your side for the next three months, don't worry!"

"Ah."

……

On the very night that Wu Xingyun regained his youth, hundreds of unorthodox sects held a grand assembly of immortals on a mountain peak in the Tianshan Mountains.

These people included men and women, handsome men and ugly women, monks and Taoists. Some wore flowing sleeves, others wore tight-fitting clothes and short jackets. Some were old men with long, flowing beards, and others were women with high-piled hair. Most of their clothing was strange and quite different from that of people from the Central Plains. A large majority of them carried weapons, which were also mostly strange in shape and could not be named.

These people are all from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands that have been subdued by Lingjiu Palace. However, there is one cave master missing here, namely Sikong Xuan, the cave master of Shennong Cave in Dali.

These people gathered here because they were controlled by Wu Xingyun's Life and Death Talisman and could not bear the humiliation. In addition, they heard that Wu Xingyun seemed to be ill, so they thought of taking the opportunity to fight to the death. However, they never expected that the Life and Death Talisman on the Shennong Cave Master Sikong Xuan had already been removed, so he would naturally not participate in this so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly.

Unfortunately, because he didn't participate, the other cave masters and island lords, in order to prevent the news from leaking out, joined forces to kill him, and he ultimately couldn't escape his fate. Shennong Cave was also reduced to ashes, a truly regrettable end.

Besides the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, they also invited some experts who had grudges against Wu Xingyun to help them, such as Zhuo Bufan, who called himself the Sword God, Daoist Buping, the Flood Dragon King, and Cui Lühua, who was nicknamed the Hibiscus Fairy, etc.

With the help of these top-notch experts, they believed they would be able to force Wu Xingyun to remove the life-and-death talismans from their bodies and then kill her.

But the next day, when they all gathered, forming a force of ten thousand, and stormed Misty Peak, tragedy struck.

Uruwa...

"puff--"

Everyone vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, without exception.

Everyone was looking at the person who had suddenly appeared among them. He was tall and thin, dressed in white, wearing a tall hat, with a six or seven-year-old child riding on his neck. He looked at them as if they were insects.

"White...White Impermanence!?" The leaders of the rebellion felt a chill in their hearts; they knew they were doomed this time.

Ling Chi put down his flute, patted Wu Xingyun's leg as he rode on his neck, and said, "You have quite a few enemies!"

"Hmph!" Wu Xingyun, wearing a fox fur coat, grabbed Ling Chi's hair with both hands and said, "A rabble, courting death."

"Don't rush to kill them." Ling Chi beckoned to the four swordsmen, A Zhu, A Bi, and A Zi: "Come here, help me out."

"What kind of help do you need?" Azi ran over with a fawning smile.

She had no choice but to fawn over him! Although she had witnessed Ling Chi kill Ding Chunqiu, the divine skill of bringing down ten thousand people with a single flute was a thousand times more astonishing than killing Ding Chunqiu alone. At that moment, she was so horrified that her scalp tingled and her blood almost stopped flowing.

Such a powerful and thick leg, I must hold on tight.

"..." Ling Chi took out the fermented stinky tofu: "Give each person on the ground a piece and stuff it into their mouths."

As soon as the bottle cap of the fermented stinky tofu was opened, an unbearable stench rose into the air.

"Wow!"

"what!"

"It stinks!"