Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Bao Butong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: That was close, that was close. I'll never argue again.

"Young Master!" Abi's voice came, and everyone turned to look. They saw Abi, Azhu, and Qiao Feng carrying Azi running towards them.

They had initially expected a fierce battle, but seeing the scene, it seemed... it was over?

Seeing the worry on Abi's face, Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "You're late."

Abi and Azhu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Abi first bowed to Ling Chi, then walked up to Murong Fu and the four great generals, pursed her lips, and said, "Young Master, are you injured?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Murong Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly. "Abi, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Abi nodded: "Thank you for your concern, young master. Abi is doing very well."

"That's good." Murong Fu said with a smile, "Brother Ling is a dragon among men, so we must serve him well."

“…Yes.” Abi lowered her eyes: “Abi will certainly serve the young master with all her heart.”

"Hmm." Murong Fu nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries with A'Zhu, then looked at Qiao Feng, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Why is Chief Qiao here as well?"

Chapter Seventy-Two: Heaven and Hell in a Single Thought

"I, Qiao, have met Young Master Murong." Qiao Feng clasped his hands and said, "I am traveling through Suzhou with Brother Ling on business. Since we are not far from Canhe Village, I have come to pay a visit."

"I see." Murong Fu smiled slightly, and seeing Azi nestled beside Qiao Feng, asked, "And who is this young lady?"

"Ahem." Qiao Feng blushed and said, "She...she is A'Zi, she is my..."

“I am Brother Qiao’s wife.” A’Zi hugged Qiao Feng’s arm tightly and said, “You can call me Mrs. Qiao.”

"Oh?" Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "So it's Madam Qiao. Congratulations, Brother Qiao."

"Ahem, thank you very much, Young Master Murong." Qiao Feng clasped his hands in thanks.

"Let's skip the pleasantries." Ling Chi pointed to Kumārajīva, who was slumped on the ground, and asked, "Brother Murong, what should we do with him?"

Murong Fu frowned.

Bao Butong said, "This foreign monk has ill intentions and wants to kill us to silence us. Now that we've surrendered, what are we waiting for? Let's just kill him."

"Absolutely not!" Murong Fu waved his hand. "Kumārajīva is the national protector of the Tibetan Kingdom. If he dies at my Canhe Manor, it may cause conflict between the Song Dynasty and Tibet. We must not do it."

Looking at the righteous and awe-inspiring Murong Fu, Ling Chi thought to himself: I have even led Brother Murong to the right path. I am truly remarkable.

After a fierce internal struggle, Murong Fu decided to release Kumārajīva. The biggest reason for this was what Ling Chi said: "Don't worry! I have already neutralized his internal energy. He is now just a decrepit old man."

What does Nan Murong have to fear from an old man who has no martial arts skills?

"Go!" Murong Fu said, "You are a monk, yet you are so competitive. Today is your punishment. I hope you will take this as a warning."

"Amitabha." Kumārajīva clasped his hands together, and suddenly realized the truth: "Although I am in the Buddhist order, my competitive spirit is stronger than that of ordinary people. The result of today is the result of the seeds sown thirty years ago. Alas, I have not been able to escape the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, yet I consider myself a high monk, arrogant and conceited, without shame or remorse. Alas, after my death, I will enter the Avici Hell, where I will never be reborn."

Upon hearing Kumārajīva's disheartened words, Murong Fu felt a surge of sympathy and said, "As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Master, it is not too late to turn back in time."

Kumārajīva remained silent for a long time, then secretly circulated his inner energy, realizing that decades of arduous cultivation had been wasted in an instant. He was originally a man of great wisdom and intelligence, having received instruction from a highly accomplished master, and his Buddhist cultivation was also very profound. However, because he practiced martial arts, his competitive spirit grew stronger day by day, while his devotion to Buddhism faded, leading to his current predicament.

He suddenly realized: "The Buddha taught his disciples that the first thing is to give up greed, love, attachment, and entanglement, so that there is hope of liberation. But I have been unable to give up any of these. The chains of fame and fortune bind me tightly. Today I have lost all my martial arts skills. Who knows if it is not because Shakyamuni Buddha enlightened me, telling me to repent and return to the right path, so that I can be pure and liberated?" He looked back on his actions over the past few decades, sweat pouring down his forehead. He felt both ashamed and heartbroken.

Kumārajīva slowly rose and said, "This old monk has offended you greatly. I am grateful for Young Master Murong's mercy."

“There’s no need for that. If the master can repent, it would be a fortunate thing,” Murong Fu said.

"Amitabha." Kumārajīva bowed to the crowd and said, "Please take care, everyone. I'm off now."

"Don't rush," Ling Chi quickly told him to stop.

Kumārajīva looked at him: "Is there anything else, benefactor?"

"Here, have a piece of stinky tofu." Ling Chi took out a piece of fermented stinky tofu.

"..."

……

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the high-level white-rank diner, Kumārajīva. The diner's rank is too low to count as a conquest. A high-level white-rank recipe has been dropped: 'Turning Back is the Right Path'."

"Turning Back is the Right Path: Advanced White Recipe, chance of sudden enlightenment +10%, valid for three uses."

……

"..." Ling Chi covered his face, he wanted to cry: Why did I have to absorb his internal energy first?!

Without internal energy, he's just a high-level white-rank diner. If he had internal energy, Kumārajīva would at least be a high-level blue-rank diner, right? Maybe even a top-rank blue-rank diner.

But he destroyed all of that, completely destroyed it.

Have you ever experienced the despair of a top-tier blue recipe turning into a fancy white recipe?

The cow in Lingchi was covered in grime.

"Brother Ling, what's going on?" Qiao Feng asked in astonishment.

"Leave me alone, I want to be alone."

"Oh, come on!" Azi jumped out: "You already have my sister, and you're still thinking about other women! Tell me, who is Jingjing!?"

"..." Ling Chi slapped him across the face: "Get out of here."

"Ouch!" Azi covered her head and threw herself into Qiao Feng's arms: "Waaah, husband, someone is bullying your wife."

Qiao Feng: "..."

……

Kumārajīva left, and Ling Chi and his party only stayed at Swallow's Nest for one night before leaving the next day.

After leaving, Abi seemed to have resolved a knot in her heart, and her service to Ling Chi reached a new level, almost to the point of being meticulous. This made Ling Chi very uncomfortable, and also surprised Azhu. This was the treatment that Murong Fu used to receive!

"I see." Azhu understood, and was happy for Abi and herself: We won't be separated.

Little Mirror Lake.

"Are you leaving?" Duan Zhengchun and Ruan Xingzhu were very reluctant to see Azhu and Azi leave. Duan Zhengchun said, "Azhu and Azi, I don't object to your leaving, but could you come back to Dali with me first? It won't be too late to leave after I've made you princesses."

"Princess?" Azi asked, "What are the benefits of being a princess?"

“Of course there are benefits,” Duan Zhengchun said. “After becoming a princess, you will receive a portion of the fiefdom and taxes. Although it’s not much, it’s enough to ensure you have enough to eat and wear.”

"Given away for free?" Azi's eyes lit up. "We don't have to pay any price, right?"

"Of course not," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile. "You don't need to go to your respective fiefdoms. Go wherever you want, and your father will arrange everything for you."

“Alright, I’ll take the title of princess.” A’Zi happily took Qiao Feng’s hand and said, “Husband, we won’t have to beg for food anymore.”

Qiao Feng: "..."

"Begging?" Duan Zhengchun frowned. "Qiao Feng, you want my daughter to beg for food?"

"Father-in-law, please don't be angry. It was just a joke back then." Qiao Feng quickly explained, "After all, I am the leader of the Beggars' Sect. I can still provide for my family's housing, food, clothing, and other necessities."

Duan Zhengchun's expression softened slightly, and he said, "Azi has chosen you, I hope you will not let her down."

"Father-in-law, rest assured." Qiao Feng clasped his hands and said with utmost solemnity, "I hereby swear that as long as I live, I will never let Azi suffer the slightest grievance."

Hearing this statement, Azi was deeply moved and hugged his arm tightly: "You silly boy, who told you to make a vow?"

"Azi, I'm serious," Qiao Feng said. "As long as I'm alive, I will definitely treat you well and make you happy."

Azi hugged him even tighter: "Being with you, even if I beg for food every day, I'll be happy."

"..." Duan Zhengchun's face was very ugly. He felt that his beautiful little cabbage had been taken by a pig, and he was very upset.

Ruan Xingzhu looked at her daughter and son-in-law with envy, and then at Duan Zhengchun with resentment.

"..." Duan Zhengchun broke out in a cold sweat and dared not let Ling Chi swear to A Zhu again, as that would really kill him.

"In that case, A'Zhu and A'Zi, you should come back to Dali with me first. After you are officially appointed, you can leave with your husbands!" As he finished speaking, a hint of sadness flashed in Duan Zhengchun's eyes.

Although there was no parental love involved, they were still his own flesh and blood. The thought that they would soon leave him made Duan Zhengchun feel a tightness in his chest.

“Great!” Azi smiled happily and hugged Qiao Feng’s arm, saying, “I’ve never been to Dali before! Let’s travel around together then.”

"This..." Qiao Feng looked troubled.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his expression, Azi was displeased: "Don't you want to come for a walk with me?"

"Absolutely not!" Qiao Feng quickly shook his head and said, "Azi, you should understand my feelings. It's just that Dali is a long and arduous journey, and I don't know when I'll be able to return. Besides, the Beggars' Sect has many affairs for me to handle, and I'm afraid..."

"Is that so!" Azi pouted and said, "Alright! Since you're the leader, I'll go to Dali by myself. Once I become a princess, I'll come back to find you."

"I'll send people to protect you," Qiao Feng said quickly, relieved.

"Nothing will happen!" Azi laughed. "With Father's protection, no one can hurt me."

"Not bad!" Duan Zhengchun finally seized the opportunity to show off: "With me here, who dares to harm Azi? I'll take their life!"

Although this statement had a hint of showing off, it actually increased Azi's liking for him: this cheap father wasn't entirely useless after all.

Azi let go of Qiao Feng, walked to Azhu's side, and said with a smile, "Sister, I'll play with you guys then! Brother-in-law, you've been to Dali before, so you can show us around."

Brother-in-law?

Ling Chi looked at A Zi, whose eyes were sly, and smiled, "You call me that so easily, but unfortunately, I have some things to take care of and can't go with you."

Azhu's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Where is Brother Ling going?"

"It's nothing." Ling Chi took her hand and patted it gently, saying, "I'll definitely come to Dali to see you in half a month at most."

"..." Although she was reluctant, Azhu had no choice but to agree.

"Don't be like this," Ling Chi comforted her. "I'll have Abi go with you, so you won't be lonely."

"Young Master, Abi is gone. Who will serve you now?" Abi asked anxiously.

“Young Master is going on business, not sightseeing.” Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, “I know you’re worried about me, but I’m not a child and I can take care of myself. You should take this opportunity to enjoy a few days in Dali with A Zhu and A Zi. There will be plenty of time for you to serve me in the future.”

"Then... young master, please take good care of yourself." Abi instructed, "Even if you're sleeping outdoors, you must wash your hands before eating, and change your clothes every day. Make sure your clothes are clean every day so they'll be comfortable to wear..."

Ling Chi: "..."

Abi will definitely be a virtuous wife and loving mother in the future.

……

Watching Azi leave, Qiao Feng felt a deep sense of loss and sighed, "I don't know when I will be able to meet Azi again after this departure?"

"What? You can't bear to part with it?" Ling Chi laughed. "Anyway, it hasn't gone far. Go after it!"