Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Qiao Feng secretly gave Ling Chi a thumbs up, thinking he did a great job and was worth learning from.

Ling Chi: "???"

Why do I feel like I've done a good deed? I just don't want Rong'er to get involved!

Speaking of Huang Rong, ever since she captured the tigress and her cubs, she has been frantically learning in the Chef God Space and on the farm. Huang Rong is an ambitious girl, and also a girl who doesn't admit defeat. At least in terms of cooking skills, she doesn't want to lose to anyone. So, taking advantage of the fact that there is no danger in this world and no place where she can be of use, she simply went into seclusion to cultivate and hone her culinary skills.

While a year or so has passed in the outside world, more than a decade has gone by in the Chef God Space. During these years, Huang Rong has been working very hard to learn various Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist knowledge, and has eaten a lot of recipes. After Lingchi's upgrade, she has even greater room for improvement.

So far, she can now create regular blue recipes with relative ease, and occasionally even advanced blue recipes. After more than a decade of hard work and visible improvement, Huang Rong has even more motivation to strive harder.

But there are also regrets.

The system stipulates that the highest culinary skill level of a kitchen helper will always be one level lower than Ling Chi's. Currently, Ling Chi's skill level is purple (ordinary), and even if Huang Rong reaches the highest level, she can only achieve blue (top-tier) culinary skill, which means she will never be able to surpass Ling Chi.

Huang Rong was also disappointed at times, but over time she gradually came to terms with it.

It's just a small level lower. Ling Chi is the number one chef in the world, so she can be the number two chef in the world.

Who told her to be his darling wife!

Because of Huang Rong's improved cooking skills, Ling Chi rarely makes ordinary blue recipes by himself anymore. Huang Rong basically takes care of these, which saves him a lot of work.

A kitchen helper is someone who helps the head chef with his work!

Ling Chi rarely enjoyed the convenience of being a kitchen helper before, but Huang Rong's improvement made him realize more and more how great it is to have a kitchen helper.

Compared to Huang Rong, Shuang'er has no problem making white recipes, but she still needs to work on blue recipes.

……

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Duan Zhengchun, slurring his words, asked, "Ah...Ah Zhu, Ah...Ah Zi, what...what are your plans for the future?"

Azi chuckled and said, "I want to be the wife of the Beggars' Sect leader in the future, and together with Brother Qiao, I will sweep away all the injustices in the world."

Qiao Feng clenched his fist excitedly: Azi, I, Qiao Feng, will never let you down.

"Hehe, good, good." Duan Zhengchun laughed, "The Beggars' Clan is the number one gang in the world, and Qiao Feng is famous throughout the martial arts world. It's very good that you can marry Qiao Feng. It's very good."

"Of course." Azi said proudly, "The man I chose can't be wrong."

Qiao Feng blushed and said: "Azi, I will definitely treat you well."

"A-Zhu, what about you?" Duan Zhengchun asked.

"With Azhu by my side, how could she suffer any injustice?" Ling Chi held Azhu's small hand and smiled, "Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, don't worry. With my cooking skills, I'll definitely raise Azhu to be plump and healthy."

Azhu's face was flushed, her head was lowered, and her toes were trembling.

“You…” Duan Zhengchun frowned and said, “Although I don’t doubt your abilities, a real man should have some assets, you…”

"Don't worry, father-in-law," Ling Chi said. "I still have some family business. You can ask A-Zhu if you don't believe me."

"Oh?" Duan Zhengchun looked at A'Zhu.

Azhu raised her head and gave a soft "hmm": "Brother Ling is the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. His disciples include the Heavenly Child Granny of Lingjiu Palace and the Eight Friends of Hangu. Now, the Xingxiu Sect is also a subordinate gang of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Duan Zhengchun was taken aback: "I know about the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, and I've also heard of the Xingxiu Sect, but who is the Heavenly Child Granny of Lingjiu Palace?"

"Grandma Tong is the head of Lingjiu Palace, and her subordinates have influence all over the world..." A'Zhu briefly explained the sphere of influence of Lingjiu Palace, which made Duan Zhengchun gasp: How terrifying Lingjiu Palace is.

"I never expected that I would misjudge you." Duan Zhengchun looked at Ling Chi and exclaimed, "I thought you were just a small merchant with some skills, but I never expected that you would control such a large gang, probably no less powerful than the Beggars' Sect."

“In terms of numbers, we can’t compare to the Beggars’ Sect, but in terms of the number of masters, the Beggars’ Sect is far behind.” After saying that, Ling Chi said to Qiao Feng, “Brother Qiao, I’m just telling the truth, and I’m not trying to belittle the Beggars’ Sect.”

Qiao Feng shook his head: "Brother Ling is right, how could I possibly take offense?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Qiao Feng, then at Ling Chi, and laughed, "I never expected that my daughter and Ah Xing's daughter could find such a good home. Now I can rest assured."

Ling Chi glanced at him and said somewhat unhappily, "Father-in-law, there's no need to use your status as a prince to pressure us. Even if you were just some nobody, we would still treat A Zhu and A Zi well."

Cats and dogs?

Duan Zhengchun glared at him angrily: "Ling boy, you have some nerve! How dare you speak to your father-in-law like that."

"I'm just reminding you," Ling Chi glanced at him sideways, "Even without you, A Zhu and A Zi survived their hardest days. Now you're putting on airs like a father-in-law to me, but have you ever thought about what you've done for them?"

Duan Zhengchun's anger subsided immediately, and he looked at his two daughters with immense shame, completely losing his confidence.

Ruan Xingzhu burst into tears, saying, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't given Azhu and Azi away..."

“No, it has nothing to do with you, Ah Xing.” Duan Zhengchun shook his head repeatedly and said, “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t run away, you wouldn’t have… blame me, it’s all my fault.”

"Duan Lang..."

“Ah Xing…”

The two embraced and wept bitterly.

"..."

Qiao Feng couldn't bear to see this and said, "Brother Ling, please say less!"

"Tsk!" Ling Chi stood up, took A Zhu's hand, and said, "Since we've come all the way to Taihu Lake, shall we go and take a look at Yanziwu?"

"Okay." A'Zhu nodded and smiled, "I'll do whatever you say."

Ling Chi nodded with a smile and asked Qiao Feng, "Brother Qiao, would you like to go and see Nan Murong?"

Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Now that we're in Suzhou, how can we not pay a visit to Young Master Murong? Let's go together, let's go together."

“I didn’t see Murong Fu when he came last time. This time I want to see who can compare to my husband,” Azi said, getting up a little indignantly.

"..."

Watching the four jump onto Abi's small boat and disappear like arrows, Duan Zhengchun and Ruan Xingzhu exchanged bewildered glances: "They're gone already? Don't go! We still have so many crying scenes and melodramatic moments to perform!"

Hey! Come back!

Chapter Seventy-One: Sending Internal Energy a Thousand Miles Away, the Kind-hearted Kumārajīva

Thirty li west of Suzhou city lies Yanziwu, where Murong Fu's Canhe Manor was built. To reach Canhe Manor, one must travel by water. Guided by Abi, Ling Chi waved his hand behind him, and the small boat darted across the lake like an arrow, giving everyone a taste of the thrill of a modern yacht.

"Brother Ling's control over palm force is truly unparalleled," Qiao Feng exclaimed. "I, Qiao, am completely humbled."

Ling Chi smiled slightly, but remained silent.

Who knows how much time and effort he spent honing his palm skills after seeing Abbess Miejue steer the small boat? It was a truly unbearable past, no less difficult than making a blue recipe.

He's put in a lot of hard work to be able to quietly show off like this now.

With waterways crisscrossing the lake, the small boat sailed for a while before finally docking at Canhezhuang.

"Brother Murong, Ling Chi is here!" As soon as the small boat docked, Ling Chi transmitted his voice with his internal energy, which resounded throughout the entire Canhe Manor.

Murong Fu and his four great generals, who were confronting the enemy, immediately showed expressions of ecstasy. Bao Butong laughed heartily: "Brilliant! Brilliant! A powerful enemy is attacking, and Young Master Ling has arrived. Truly brilliant!"

Murong Fu channeled his inner strength and roared, "Brother Ling, save me!"

Upon hearing Murong Fu's cry for help, everyone's expression changed. Ling Chi immediately used the Lingbo Qingyan Gong (a martial arts technique) and vanished from the spot in an instant, startling everyone.

"What incredible lightness skill!" Qiao Feng exclaimed in astonishment. "Brother Ling's lightness skill is probably the best in the world!"

"The young master's voice is coming from over there, let's go quickly." Abi anxiously rushed out first.

A'Zhu, Qiao Feng, and A'Zi also gave chase.

At the same time, Ling Chi appeared in the back garden where Murong Fu was, and Murong Fu and his four generals were in a somewhat disheveled state confronting a monk.

"Brother Murong! Ling Chi is here!" Ling Chi touched the ground with one foot and darted in front of Murong Fu, turning to look at the monk opposite him.

The monk, dressed in a yellow robe, was not yet fifty years old. He wore simple clothes and straw sandals, and his face was radiant with a faint, luminous glow, like a bright jewel that naturally shines.

"Brother Murong, why are you fighting with a monk? Who is this old monk?" Ling Chi asked.

When Ling Chi appeared, Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This person is Kumozhi, the national protector of the Tubo Kingdom. He claimed that he wanted to pay respects to my late father, but in secret he stole the supreme martial arts of my Murong family, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and Can He Zhi. Now that I have caught him, he is furious and wants to kill me to silence me."

"Oh?" Ling Chi looked Kumārajīva up and down and said, "So you are the Kumārajīva who was driven away by Tianlong Temple. You have a good appearance, but unfortunately your heart is not righteous. You are not like a monk."

Kumārajīva's expression changed after being publicly confronted, and he said coldly, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in my business?"

“I am Brother Murong’s friend. If my brother is in trouble, of course I should help him.” Ling Chi stepped forward: “A monk who actually steals other people’s martial arts and even tries to kill them to cover it up is a disgrace to Buddhism.”

Ling Chi slowly stepped forward, seemingly full of openings, but Kumārajīva had a misconception that no matter what martial arts attack Ling Chi used, it would be instantly defeated.

Damn it!

Kumārajīva was furious: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Flame Blade!" Kumārajīva formed a blade in his right palm, and red, scorching true energy gathered at the edge of his palm. He swung his right arm downward, and a fiery red blade of energy slashed toward Ling Chi.

"Young Master Ling, be careful!" Bao Butong shouted. Although Bao Butong had a foul mouth, he cared a lot about his true friends. Otherwise, A Zhu and A Bi wouldn't have gotten along so well with him.

Facing the flaming blade hurtling towards him, Ling Chi snorted coldly. A wall of energy blocked him five feet away. The flaming blade collided with the energy wall and disappeared without a sound.

No, it didn't disappear; it was swallowed up by the air wall.

The Tai Chi Divine Skill absorbed, purified, and refined the true energy of the Flaming Blade, ultimately channeling it into Ling Chi's dantian, thus gaining an extra year's worth of internal energy for no apparent reason.

Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief: "The old monk's true energy is quite pure, not bad."

Without giving a single clue, Kumārajīva turned and ran.

Run! Run fast! You'll die if you don't run!

Kumārajīva roared inwardly.

"Trying to run!?" Ling Chi immediately used the Dragon-Capturing Technique. The powerful suction pulled Kumārajīva, who had already run dozens of meters away, along with him. No matter how frantically he struggled, he could not break free from the suction of the Dragon-Capturing Technique and was eventually pulled to Ling Chi's side.

Ling Chi pressed a finger on Kumārajīva's acupoint and happily absorbed a wave of true energy.

Although Kumārajīva was not as old as Wu Xingyun, his inner strength was not much lower. After a process of purification and refinement, Ling Chi absorbed more than thirty years' worth of pure inner energy. Because the inner energy was so pure, even if it was converted into innate true qi, it would be equivalent to more than ten years' worth. It was like a martial arts master with more than a hundred years' worth of inner energy.

Feeling his internal energy being completely drained, Kumārajīva was terrified. As Ling Chi released his acupoints, he collapsed to the ground, powerless, his face withered, as if he had aged twenty years.

"It's done." Ling Chi felt the surging true energy within his body, looked at Kumārajīva with great friendliness, and said, "Master is such a good person!"

Kumārajīva: "..."

The most shocked people at this moment were Murong Fu and the four great generals. They knew that Ling Chi was powerful, after all, he could suppress the entire Shaolin Temple by himself, but hearing about him and seeing him with their own eyes were completely different concepts.

Kumārajīva, who had been dominating the five of them, was utterly powerless against Ling Chi, like a chicken that was easily killed.

"Young Master Ling, you are so powerful!?" Bao Butong swallowed hard, feeling extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, Young Master Ling showed mercy back then, otherwise I wouldn't be alive today.