Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Brother Ling, you said there's a continent where the yield is a thousand catties per mu, is that true!?"

"The world we live in is a sphere? And the Sui Dynasty is only this small?"

"The Earth revolves around the sun? How is that possible!"

"Brother Ling..."

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and on this day, Chang'an City was right in front of them. At this moment, Changsun Wugou suddenly quieted down, huddled in the carriage and refused to come out, and stopped talking to Ling Chi.

"..." Ling Chi looked at the carriage, lost in thought.

"Brother Ling." Changsun Wuji walked silently to his side and said, "My younger sister is about to get married, so it is not appropriate for her to act intimately with men."

Ling Chi nodded: "I know."

He paused, walked to the carriage, and said, "Wu Gou, Chang'an City is just ahead. I have some other things to do elsewhere. Take care. When you have time in the future, remember to visit me at Peach Blossom Island. Brother Ling will cook you something delicious then."

"...Thank you for your trouble, Brother Ling. I will definitely go in the future." Changsun Wugou's voice came out, as gentle as ever, but trembling slightly.

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "If Li Er dares to bully you in the future, tell me and I will help you get revenge."

"……Um."

……

Ling Chi left. Inside the carriage, Changsun Wugou silently shed tears. The little maid felt very sorry for her but could not comfort her. She could only wipe away her tears with her handkerchief.

Soon after, the caravan entered Chang'an City. The Tang State Duke's Mansion, which had already received the news, was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers to celebrate the wedding day of the second young master of the Li family.

However, as the groom, Young Master Li frowned as he looked at the latest intelligence in his hand.

"Miss Changsun and Ling Chi were very intimate. Although they parted outside Chang'an, she choked up and shed tears, as if she was in love with him."

She seemed to be in love with him.

Li Er closed his eyes and tapped the table. After a moment, he took out another piece of intelligence.

Ling Chi: The master of Peach Blossom Island. Relying on his unparalleled culinary skills, he amasses hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every year. He has a close relationship with Madam Dongming and Princess Dongming. Despite being attacked by countless forces over the past ten years, he has remained standing and is suspected to possess the strength of a top-tier grandmaster, or even a great grandmaster.

Forty days ago, I spent a month studying scriptures at Jingnian Temple and became friends with the abbot and all the monks there. Ten days ago, I encountered Miss Changsun's carriage in Luoyang and followed it to the outskirts of Chang'an. Her whereabouts are currently unknown.

Just as Li Er was silent, his elder brother Li Jiancheng walked in laughing: "Second brother, the bride is almost here, why don't you go and greet her?"

Li Er stood up and said with a smile, "Brother is right, I'll go right now."

……

At Dita Peak, the main base of Cihang Jingzhai, Ling Chi pushed a wheelbarrow along the mountain path. On both sides of the path were stone plaques inscribed with "My home is in this mountain, where the clouds are deep and I know not where it is." Next to them were seven wooden doors called "Seven Gates," with lotus-patterned door knockers. Finally, there was a maroon main gate.

Ling Chi parked the wheelbarrow in front of the main gate, then set up a wok and threw the prepared fresh mushrooms into it to fry. The aroma gradually wafted out and drifted into Cihang Jingzhai through the crack in the door.

"Hiss..." The disciples or elders of Jingzhai, who were practicing or doing something, sniffed and kept inhaling: "What's that smell? It smells so good."

Many young disciples couldn't resist the aroma and secretly followed it towards the mountain gate. Soon after, they pushed open the gate and saw Ling Chi frying fresh mushrooms.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up as he looked at the beautiful young women who walked out of the door. These girls were simply too beautiful; any one of them was no less beautiful than Xiao Zhao and Zhou Zhiruo, and some could even be compared to Xiaolongnu and Huang Rong.

Cihang Jingzhai truly lives up to its reputation as a concentration camp for beauties.

Come to think of it, how can you fight demons and protect the righteous path without good looks?

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Ladies, would you like some fried mushrooms?"

"Where are you from?" a bolder female disciple asked as she approached. "What brings you to my Cihang Jingzhai?"

"Hehe, I'm from Peach Blossom Island." Ling Chi had no intention of hiding anything. He came here to get the recipes, so there was no need to hide anything: "I heard that Cihang Jingzhai is one of the two holy places in the martial arts world, so I came here to expand my customer base."

"Ah!?" The female disciples exclaimed in unison upon hearing the words "Peach Blossom Island".

"Peach Blossom Island!? Are you Ling Chi, the island lord of Peach Blossom Island?" the female disciple couldn't help but ask.

"I never expected my name to have spread to Cihang Jingzhai." Ling Chi chuckled. "Yes, I am Ling Chi. Ling is the Ling of lofty ambitions, and Chi is the Chi of wine pools and meat forests. I should be a few years older than you, so you can call me Brother Ling! You can also call me Uncle Ling."

"Pooh!"

"Pooh!"

The group of girls spat in unison, and the female disciple in the lead rolled her eyes: "Trying to take advantage of us? Dream on."

"Hehe." This isn't about taking advantage; if we're really talking about age, you could call me your ancestor.

"Is the person here Ling Chi, Benefactor Ling?" Just then, Fan Qinghui led a group of middle-aged nuns out of the gate. Upon seeing the tall, slender young man dressed in white with a white top hat, she was almost certain that it was him.

Ling Chi turned her head and saw a nun of about thirty years old walking slowly towards her. The moment Ling Chi saw her, she was stunned by her beauty. Although the nun was bald, her features and demeanor were like those of a fairy descended to earth, and... she was also an older sister.

Ling Chi immediately beamed with joy: "It is indeed me. May I ask which fairy you are reincarnated from, sister?"

Fan Qinghui: "..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe that Ling Chi would dare to say such a thing to their master. Although it sounded like flattery, upon closer inspection, it also felt like being teased.

Fan Qinghui gave Ling Chi a deep look and smiled, "This humble nun, Fan Qinghui, is the abbess of Cihang Jingzhai." She paused and added, "I am fifty-six years old this year."

Revealing your age is like saying: "Child, I'm more than enough to be your grandmother, don't overthink it."

"Oh my! You're fifty-six years old, sister! You don't look it at all. I thought you were only twenty!" Ling Chi flattered her happily. "Besides, you're a fairy reincarnated, so age doesn't matter. Just call me Xiao Chi! I'll call you Qinghui."

"..." Fan Qinghui almost dropped the prayer beads in her hand. She had never seen such a shameless person in her entire life.

The elders and disciples of Cihang Jingzhai were all dumbfounded, their minds buzzing.

He... was indeed flirting with the master of the temple.

"Amitabha." Fan Qinghui chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "Benefactor Ling is too kind. Please come inside and have some tea."

"Oh, no rush, no rush," Ling Chi quickly said. "My fresh mushrooms are almost fried. I'll let Qinghui have a taste later."

"..." Fan Qinghui looked at the golden and crispy fried mushrooms in the oil pan, which aroused her appetite. She smiled slightly and said, "In that case, this humble nun will wait for Benefactor Ling."

"I feel really bad for making Sister Qinghui wait here." Ling Chi scratched his head and said, "How about this! I originally wanted to sell the fried mushrooms to all the sisters in Jingzhai, but to apologize to Sister Qinghui, I'll give this pot of mushrooms for free."

"..." Fan Qinghui looked at Ling Chi speechlessly, feeling that he had taken advantage of her today.

Seeing that Fan Qinghui did not object, Ling Chi chuckled and soon after, he put a large pot of fried fresh mushrooms into a large iron plate, sprinkled it with special cumin powder, chili powder and other seasonings, picked up the iron plate and shook it evenly, and a blue light shot into the sky, causing all the Jingzhai disciples present to exclaim in surprise.

"What is this!?" Fan Qinghui's eyes widened in disbelief that a dish could emit blue light.

Ling Chi chuckled and said, "Qinghui, did you know that there are different levels of delicious food in this world?"

"..." Fan Qinghui glanced at him. His current expression seemed to say: Ask me quickly, ask me quickly, I want to show off.

Taking a deep breath, Fan Qinghui shook her head: "I'd like to hear the details."

Ling Chi immediately beamed and said, "Sister Qinghui, you may not know this, but all the delicacies in the world are divided into six major levels, from low to high: white, blue, purple, red, gold, and diamond. Each level is further divided into three sub-levels: ordinary, high-grade, and top-grade, making a total of eighteen levels."

"Oh?" Fan Qinghui was quite intrigued. "So, this fried mushroom is a blue-level delicacy?"

“That’s right.” Ling Chi nodded with a smile: “These fried mushrooms are ordinary blue-level, which is a fourth-grade delicacy. But Sister Qinghui, don’t think that fourth-grade is nothing special. In fact, my current cooking skills can only make high-grade purple-level delicacies at the eighth grade. These fried mushrooms are already at my intermediate level.”

"I see." Fan Qinghui nodded and exclaimed, "I never knew there was so much to learn about food. This humble nun has truly broadened her horizons today."

"Haha, I came in a hurry today and couldn't let Qinghui taste my best food. I'll prepare the ingredients later and let Qinghui taste the high-class purple delicacies. I guarantee that Qinghui will want to swallow her tongue." Ling Chi laughed.

"..." Fan Qinghui nodded: "In that case, this humble nun will thank Benefactor Ling in advance."

"You're welcome." Ling Chi smiled and asked, "I don't know what kind of food Qinghui likes. I'd like to prepare in advance."

Fan Qinghui glanced at him and said, "A lighter taste is fine."

"Something light..." Ling Chi thought for a moment, then asked, "How about tea eggs?"

"..." Fan Qinghui's forehead creased with annoyance: "Tea eggs are also purple-level?"

“Ordinary tea eggs won’t do,” Ling Chi shook his head and said, “But the eggs I’m using are from a divine eagle. Does Sister Qinghui know what a divine eagle is?”

"..." Seeing that he was about to show off again, Fan Qinghui's lips twitched, and she shook her head, saying, "I would like to hear the details."

"Haha, the Divine Eagle is a giant eagle that can understand human speech and is almost a monster." Ling Chi boasted with satisfaction, "In the past few years, I traveled all over the world and caught a few Divine Eagles. Every year I can get more than a dozen Divine Eagle eggs. Just one Divine Eagle tea egg is worth more than ten thousand taels of gold. I've gone to great lengths for Sister Qinghui. But since Sister Qinghui is a fairy descended from heaven, I naturally have to offer her the best."

"..." Fan Qinghui had a bit of a headache: This kid actually wants this poor nun to owe him a favor?

If you can't even get a bite of something for 10,000 taels of gold, wouldn't a whole one cost 100,000 taels of gold? 100,000 taels of gold is equivalent to 1 million taels of silver, which is equivalent to the fiscal revenue of the entire city of Chang'an for two or three years.

With such a huge favor to do, what exactly is this kid up to?

Chapter Nine: The Compassionate Sword Manual

"Well--"

"Um--"

"what--"

"Ding, conquered the ordinary blue character..."

Cihang Jingzhai has over 500 members, including elders and disciples. Except for children under ten, almost all of them are blue-level or higher. Ordinary blue-level members only make up one-fifth of Cihang Jingzhai, and children under ten also only make up one-fifth. Ling Chi has revealed about 200 recipes for this pile of fried mushrooms, leaving 300. Blue recipes will probably make up the vast majority, but purple recipes will certainly be plentiful as well.

Jingnian Temple has seventeen purple-colored figures. Cihang Jingzhai, which is also one of the holy places of martial arts, must have at least ten or more.

Ling Chi decided to stay at Cihang Jingzhai for a month and take the opportunity to study the Cihang Sword Manual. Since he had come to the Tang Dynasty world, wouldn't it be a waste not to collect all four great books?

Although the more than 300 people were not conquered, the deliciousness of the fried mushrooms still amazed and delighted the beauties of Jingzhai. Fan Qinghui finally understood why Peach Blossom Island could earn so much money every year.

If every meal were this delicious, she would be willing to patronize it every day, provided she had the financial means.

"Please have some tea, Benefactor Ling."

Inside the Cihang Hall, Fan Qinghui and Ling Chi sat as host and guest, respectively, and a female disciple served them the best tea from the Cihang Jingzhai.

Ling Chi picked up the teacup, smelled the aroma, tasted it, and nodded: "It tastes terrible."

Fan Qinghui: "..."

"Let's drink mine!" Ling Chi took out a small packet of tea leaves from his pocket, then took the purple clay teapot from his waist, untied the bamboo tube from his waist, poured the 'premium water' from the bamboo tube into the purple clay teapot, and then held the purple clay teapot in his right palm. Red flames of true energy appeared from his palm, and in a short while, the water in the purple clay teapot boiled. Finally, he put a small pinch of tea leaves into the purple clay teapot, let it sit for a moment, and a strange tea fragrance wafted out, making those who smelled the tea feel refreshed and their minds more agile.

Fan Qinghui was shocked by Ling Chi's series of outrageous actions.

Such unique flame energy, and such precise control over it.

Fan Qinghui gave Ling Chi a deep look. People guessed that Ling Chi was at least a Grandmaster, but she was also a Grandmaster, yet she couldn't see through Ling Chi's true strength.

Is he really just a grandmaster?

Fan Qinghui originally thought she had overestimated Ling Chi, but now it seems she had underestimated him far too much.

"Sister Qinghui, try the tea I brewed." Ling Chi had his female disciple bring over new teacups, poured a cup for Fan Qinghui and himself, and said with a smile, "You are welcome to offer your valuable opinions."