Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Divine Weapon Watermelon Knife

At that time, Shi Feixuan used the Color Void Sword, while Wanwan used the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes. Swords and blades have no eyes; one careless move can lead to injury, and a slight oversight can result in death. Therefore, there was no need to poison the weapons.

But what could Wanwan do? She came from the Demonic Sect! Whether it was for safety's sake or on a whim, Wanwan coated the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes with snake venom that could paralyze and poison people. Then, in a fierce battle, Wanwan risked being stabbed in the abdomen to slash Shi Feixuan's arm.

When Shi Feixuan saw that Wanwan's injury seemed to be more serious than her own, she was overjoyed and launched a fierce attack of more than a dozen moves. As a result, her blood flow was too fast and the poison also broke out quickly.

As Shi Feixuan lay convulsing on the ground, utterly exhausted, Wanwan clutched her bleeding abdomen, giggling, "Shi Feixuan, you didn't expect this, did you!"

"Despicable...despicable..." She managed to utter these words before she saw Wanwan raise the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes and bring them down.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in the Chef God Space.

“You still lack experience in the martial world.” Ling Chi shook his head: “When you’re in the martial world, there are always some unconventional methods, and the Demonic Sect’s style is to use any means to achieve their goals. You didn’t die unjustly.”

"..." Shi Feixuan's eyes were filled with resentment.

"Looking at me won't help. You're already dead, so don't dwell on what happened in your life." Ling Chi untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of strong liquor, and said, "I wonder what your master would think if he saw you hanging in front of the mountain gate?"

"..." Shi Feixuan's eyes welled up with tears again: "I have failed my sect's trust, I..."

"It's too late to say anything now that things have come to this." Ling Chi handed her the gourd of wine: "Have a drink."

Shi Feixuan, who never drinks, took the wine gourd and took a big gulp.

"Ugh...cough cough...cough..." Shi Feixuan's face turned red.

Ling Chi laughed gleefully: "Not bad, you're ruthless enough to yourself."

Shi Feixuan felt her chest burning and her head spinning: "Cough...why...why does everyone else's drinking taste so good, but I...cough...don't taste good?"

“Everyone finds alcohol unpleasant at first, but once you get used to it, you can become dependent on it. Whenever you have free time, you want to have a drink.” Ling Chi laughed. “You’ve been a good kid for over twenty years. It’s okay to learn to be a little bad sometimes. Nature should be guided properly, not suppressed.”

Shi Feixuan nodded: "Brother Ling is right. Feixuan will try her best to express her true nature in the future."

"Don't talk about doing your best, just do what's appropriate." Ling Chi reached out, and Shi Feixuan returned the wine gourd to him.

"Eat something!" Ling Chi plugged the bottle with the cork, picked up a fried chicken leg from the ground, and said, "You're fine now. No matter how much you eat in the future, you won't get fat or old, and you'll always look this good. Although Wanwan is alive, in a few decades, when you look at her again, she'll definitely be old and faded. Then you can laugh at her to your heart's content."

"..." Shi Feixuan didn't know what to say, so she could only take a bite of the grilled cold noodles: Delicious.

Ling Chi smiled and didn't say anything more, then ate a lot of snacks with her.

Shi Feixuan did discover one advantage: she could eat as much as she wanted without getting stuffed. At most, it would take her a while to eat and her jaw would ache.

"Let's go! I'll take you for a spin." After Ling Chi told her about the ability to fly freely within the space, Shi Feixuan excitedly took off immediately. After the initial tension and discomfort, Shi Feixuan flew more and more easily and freely. Flying high in the sky, everything on the ground looked incredibly small. Shi Feixuan felt refreshed and couldn't help but shout out.

Ling Chi watched from afar and smiled slightly: It's finally done.

……

The day after recruiting Shi Feixuan, Shan Wanjing brought Shan Meixian over for a free meal.

"Master, have you heard?" Shan Wanjing asked Ling Chi while they were preparing food in the kitchen.

"What did you hear?"

"My senior sister has been killed." Shan Wanjing's eyes were filled with anger: "It was Wanwan from the Yin Gui Sect who killed her."

Ling Chi nodded and said, "I already know."

"Master, you must avenge Senior Sister!" Shan Wanjing gripped his hand tightly: "Senior Sister is half your disciple, you can't not avenge her."

"This is not something you should be concerned with." Ling Chi waved his hand: "Shimin is currently riding high, are the weapons you have provided sufficient?"

“Don’t worry about weapons. We’re only doing business with Brother Li now, and we won’t do any other business,” Shan Wanjing said.

This is really going all out.

Ling Chi nodded: "Don't worry! In less than ten years, the Dongming Sect will receive tenfold returns."

"I don't care about repayment, Master, my senior sister..."

"Don't talk about her anymore." Ling Chi interrupted her: "Fei Xuan was killed because she was not skilled enough and overestimated herself. She deserved to be killed. I taught you that this world is a dog-eat-dog world where only the fittest survive. Instead of asking me to avenge her, you should work hard to become stronger and avenge her yourself."

These words made Shan Wanjing angry, ashamed, and annoyed. She stood up and shouted, "Fine! I'll go back and practice my skills right now. Once I've mastered unparalleled martial arts, I'll avenge my senior sister! I won't ask anyone else for help!"

Seeing Shan Wanjing turn to leave, Shan Meixian sighed softly, "You child, how old are you, still acting impulsively."

"Mother, are you leaving or not?!" Shan Wanjing stopped at the door and asked her, barely suppressing her anger.

"We haven't eaten yet, why are you leaving?" Shan Meixian said softly, "There's no rush to practice. You need to eat well to have the energy to practice."

This was a way to give Shan Wanjing a way out. Seeing that Ling Chi didn't say anything, Shan Wanjing pursed her lips and sat back down: "Then we'll leave after we finish eating."

Shan Meixian smiled slightly: "Okay."

Ling Chi sipped his tea slowly, while Shan Wanjing peeled peanuts and ate them. The two of them didn't say a word.

"..." Shan Meixian shook her head helplessly and asked Ling Chi, "Xiao Chi, now that Fei Xuan has been killed by Wanwan, the righteous path has lost a grandmaster-level expert, and the demonic sect is becoming increasingly arrogant, which may be detrimental to Young Master Li."

"I know." Ling Chi nodded and said, "But don't worry! The Demonic Sect can't cause any real trouble, at most it will just be a little ripple."

Seeing his confidence, Shan Meixian smiled slightly: "Since you are all prepared, then I won't say anything more. If there is anything that can be of use to the Dongming Sect, please don't hesitate to ask."

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Meixian. I'll let you know if you need anything."

"Mm." Shan Meixian nodded with a smile, then winked at Shan Wanjing, as if to say: Learn from her.

"..." Shan Wanjing lowered her head with a little shame: It turns out that Master had already made arrangements, but I ignored them and only caused trouble for Master. I am such an idiot.

Shan Wanjing misunderstood. Ling Chi had no plans at all; he was just relying on his strength, which was one level higher than that of a Grandmaster, to be able to handle any unexpected situation.

Now that Wanwan has killed Shi Feixuan, it has caused a huge shock to the righteous path. Although the demonic sect seems to have the upper hand now, we should not forget that during the two years that Shi Feixuan was on Peach Blossom Island, the righteous forces led by Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Temple were constantly suppressing the demonic sect.

Even if Shi Feixuan breaks through to the Grandmaster level and is then killed, it will not change the balance of power between the righteous and demonic factions over the past two years.

The Demonic Sect's defeat was inevitable, and since neither Fan Qinghui nor Liaokong had sent him a letter asking for help, he temporarily put the matter aside. For him, the most important thing right now was to find the Temple of the War God.

The War God Temple contains the War God Manual, a top-tier technique powerful enough to shatter the void. However, this is only Ling Chi's secondary objective; his primary goal is the demonic dragon that guards the War God Temple.

The Demon Dragon is a monster, and also a very high-grade ingredient.

When Ling Chi traveled the world before, he was always concerned about the demonic dragon in the Temple of War, but at that time his strength was insufficient and he dared not go in. Now it's different. He has reached the top level of purple and definitely has the strength to fight the demonic dragon.

Even if it comes to a draw, we're not afraid. As long as Huang Rong and Shuang'er are there to pick up the scraps, the demonic dragon will only end up as food.

However, since the Demon Dragon is a dragon, its skin must be very thick. Ling Chi felt that his kitchen knife might not be able to cut the Demon Dragon's skin. Therefore, he needed a more powerful divine weapon.

……

After seeing off Shan Meixian and her daughter Shan Wanjing, Ling Chi entered the Chef God Space Farm.

At this moment, by the stream on the farm, Pu Heng and Ou Yu are working together to forge a long watermelon knife.

In this world, Ling Chi obtained some extremely rare ores that did not exist in Jin Yong's world. After decades of training and preparation, and at Ling Chi's request, Pu Heng and Ou Yu finally decided to forge the long watermelon knife that Ling Chi most desired.

Although it was called a watermelon knife, Pu Heng and Ou Yu decided to add some features to it because the design was a bit off-putting. At least it wouldn't look like a watermelon knife at first glance, and it even looked quite nice.

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-ding—Dang-dang—"

"Ding ding ding— bang bang bang—"

Ling Chi sat under a tree, enjoying the shade while watching the two men forging iron from afar.

Since Ou Yu was recruited, he was originally supposed to help Pu Heng forge many divine weapons, but the quality of these weapons was not as good as Pu Heng had imagined. As a result, these weapons were divided up by the people of the farm and ranch, and Pu Heng and Ou Yu's wish to advance to a higher realm by forging divine weapons has not yet been realized.

But today, after obtaining all sorts of new ores from this world, Pu Heng and Ou Yu, after a clash of ideas, actually came up with many plans for forging divine weapons. So, after months of selection and preparation, the two finally began to forge a higher-level divine weapon for Ling Chi.

This time, Ling Chi just kept watching them until seven days later.

On this day, accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the surrounding area, the new quality and new version of the watermelon knife was finally successfully forged. However, the watermelon knife had not yet recognized its owner and was still an incomplete watermelon knife.

"Brother Ling, come here quickly!" Pu Heng roared at Ling Chi, using almost all the strength he had accumulated in the first half of his life.

Ling Chi was startled and quickly got up and ran over: "What's wrong?"

"Blood bond!" Pu Heng gripped the handle of the watermelon knife tightly. This knife had become sentient; if he let go, it would be gone in the blink of an eye.

Without hesitation, Ling Chi drew a watermelon knife from his waist, made a cut on his fingertip, and blood gushed out, landing on the knife. The knife absorbed Ling Chi's blood and immediately fell silent.

Pu Heng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began the final polishing work. Ou Yu watched Pu Heng's movements without blinking; this was the perfect opportunity to learn from him.

It wasn't that Pu Heng was unwilling to teach him, but rather that every blacksmith has their own unique polishing style. In terms of polishing, Ou Yu wasn't necessarily worse than Pu Heng, but Pu Heng was more experienced, and moreover, he was the one who understood the characteristics of this kitchen knife best. Therefore, he knew how to polish it to make the knife more powerful and more beautiful. That's what Ou Yu learned.

After half an hour of polishing, Pu Heng finally revealed a satisfied smile: "It's done!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Dragon-Slaying Blade, Sealing the Island

The handle was six inches long, the blade was three feet long, and the back of the blade was one inch thick. It was also polished into the shape of a dragon. The whole thing was golden, which blinded Ling Chi's 24K gold-plated eyes.

"What a cool watermelon knife." Ou Yu looked at the knife with envy in his eyes: a weapon for showing off, a magic tool for picking up girls!

"Not bad, right!" Pu Heng stroked his beard and laughed. He was extremely satisfied with this work. It was not only beautiful, but also a divine artifact with a spirit.

Pu Heng has lived in the Chef God Space for over a thousand years. Although his usual job is blacksmithing, Ling Chi doesn't need many tools, so he has much more free time than working time. Over the years, he has also learned some Buddhist and Taoist knowledge from Yi Lin, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Wang Chongyang, and others. He has also heard many Taoist and Buddhist myths and legends. In these myths and legends, any powerful god or demon must have a powerful magic weapon or weapon.

The most powerful magical artifacts may even possess a spirit, or in short: divine artifacts possess spirits.

Magical artifacts or weapons possessing spirits are not only powerful enough, but they also grow stronger over time. Ou Yu had thought since then: One day, I will forge a divine artifact with a spirit.

Since Yilin and Wang Chongyang successively comprehended supernatural powers, Pu Heng has been asking them for advice even more frequently. Moreover, he has incorporated the cultivation methods of supernatural powers into his blacksmithing. Every hammer blow he strikes contains his understanding of the 'Dao'. After hundreds of years of continuous refinement, he has finally, with the help of Ou Yu, forged a divine weapon with a weapon spirit.

And the design is so cool!

"Young master, how do you think this watermelon knife is?"

"..." Ling Chi held the watermelon knife in his hand, examining it repeatedly, and the more he looked, the more it resembled...

Hi everyone, this is Zha Zha Hui. If you're a true brother, come and fight me.

It really looks alike! The more I look at it, the more alike it seems.

Ling Chi was speechless: Isn't this the Dragon Slayer Sword that Zha Zha Hui was carrying?! It's a brand new, upgraded version of the golden Dragon Slayer Sword.

Ling Chi swung his sword a few times. The sword weighed at least four or five hundred pounds. Even though it was just a casual swing, it created a huge sound wave. With the power of his martial arts, he created an invisible blade that flew far away and directly struck the spatial barrier of the farm, producing a huge roar.

The loud noise startled everyone on the farm, and they all flew toward the barrier to see what had happened.

Ling Chi, Pu Heng, and Ou Yu also flew over there to take a look.

The farm's spatial barriers were so sturdy that, despite the loud noise, they left no trace, as if nothing had happened.