Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Who knows!" Ling Chi picked up his wine cup. "What are the Evil King's plans?"

"I only wish for Qingxuan's happiness," Shi Zhixuan said. "That way, I can retire in peace."

"Oh?" Ling Chi asked, "Isn't the Evil King fond of wandering around? Why is he going into seclusion?"

"I'm tired." Shi Zhixuan took a sip of wine and said, "The Holy Gate has also perished. I want to rest."

"I see." Ling Chi nodded and said, "How about living in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island?"

Shi Zhixuan glanced at him and shook his head: "Qingxuan doesn't want to see me, and I don't want to be bothered either."

"Then you want to go back to Youlin Xiaozhu?" Ling Chi pressed.

"Perhaps!" Shi Zhixuan said calmly, "But if you can't give Qingxuan happiness, don't blame me for being ruthless."

“I’m really not afraid of you.” Ling Chi poured him a glass of wine: “With my strength, I can easily shatter the void, while you…” He shook his head: “If your schizophrenia can’t be cured, you’ll be stuck here for the rest of your life.”

"It seems you really know me." Shi Zhixuan looked at him: "Since you have the power to shatter the void, why don't you go?"

"Is the life I have now more comfortable than the broken void?" Ling Chi asked rhetorically.

"..." Shi Zhixuan said coldly, "Lacking ambition!"

“My ambitions are beyond the understanding of the Evil King.” Ling Chi shook his head. “But for Qing Xuan’s sake, I can help you cure your schizophrenia. Would you like to give it a try?”

"What!?"

Shi Zhixuan stared at him in shock: "Really!?"

"There's no harm in giving it a try," Ling Chi said with a smile. "If it heals him, the Evil King will have a chance to break through to the Shattered Realm. Why not?"

“Okay,” Shi Zhixuan agreed.

"..." Ling Chi was slightly taken aback and said, "I thought the Evil King would hesitate for a long time, but I didn't expect him to be so decisive."

“Just as you said, there’s no loss if we fail, but if we succeed, I’ll have the opportunity to break free. If I don’t agree to this risk-free deal, I’ll really go crazy,” Shi Zhixuan said.

No, you've actually gone mad. A normal person wouldn't agree so readily.

Ling Chi didn't say those words aloud, but nodded: "Then from today until this day next year, the Evil King shall not leave Peach Blossom Island."

"A year?" Shi Zhixuan frowned.

“A year is already very short,” Ling Chi said. “Evil King, don’t forget that you have been suffering from schizophrenia for twenty years.”

Shi Zhixuan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, then one year it is."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "The treatment costs are not low."

"I've already given you my daughter, and you still want to ask me for treatment fees?" Shi Zhixuan frowned.

"What?" Ling Chi glanced at him sideways: "If I cure your illness, you'll sell your daughter to me?"

Shi Zhixuan clenched his fists, his eyes wide open, his whole body exuding murderous intent.

"Don't try that, it won't work." A golden light flashed around Ling Chi, and a golden dragon appeared, exuding an aura of dominance.

"..." Shi Zhixuan's heart trembled, and his murderous aura dissipated.

"I have no money," Shi Zhixuan said unhappily.

"It's okay if you don't have money." Ling Chi chuckled. "Bring out your martial arts manuals and such; that should be enough to cover the treatment costs."

"..."

What could Shi Zhixuan do? He'd already given away his daughter; what use was there for these martial arts manuals to him?

"You're a real bastard."

……

"Eat up!" Ling Chi took out an ice pop: "Eat one every ten days from now on, and it should be enough in a year."

The popsicle, which was dropped by the Xuanming Elders (Xuanming Elders: Didn't we retire from the stage of history?), once cured Ouyang Feng's madness. Although he was eventually killed by Ling Chi, it at least proved that the popsicle could indeed cure mental illness.

Ouyang Feng was completely insane, but he could be cured. Shi Zhixuan, on the other hand, only suffered from schizophrenia and was not completely insane, so he could probably be cured as well.

Shi Zhixuan took a bite of the popsicle and immediately felt a refreshing coolness in his mind. His thoughts were clearer than ever before, and his split mental state seemed to have disappeared.

"How are you feeling?" Ling Chi asked.

"Very good," Shi Zhixuan said. "My mind has become clearer, and I no longer feel confused or agitated."

"That's good." Ling Chi nodded and said, "Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. We'll see the results in a year."

Shi Zhixuan nodded and said, "Prepare a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for me."

“I’ve already prepared everything.” Ling Chi took out the brush, ink, paper and inkstone and said, “Take your time writing. I’ll have someone bring you your three meals a day from now on.”

Shi Zhixuan nodded and began to memorize his life's martial arts techniques.

Ling Chi left the guest room and returned to the farm to continue assembling the iron kite.

In the dead of night, Ling Chi finally finished assembling the iron kite. However, after looking at the overall effect, he found the iron kite to be extremely ugly, lacking any aesthetic appeal.

Ling Chi didn't care, since it was just an experimental piece, but Pu Heng, the old blacksmith with a strong obsession with 'beauty,' couldn't stand it. He couldn't tolerate his work being so ugly, so he said, "Young master, please give me some time to polish it, and I will make this iron kite perfect."

"No need!" Ling Chi said, "I just want to see if it can fly. What's the use of making it beautiful if it can't fly?"

“Then… young master, please test fly it first. If the flight is successful, I will then refine it.”

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Alright!"

Having known each other for so many years, he knew that Pu Heng was a perfectionist, and an aesthete at that. Anything that wasn't aesthetically pleasing would be categorized as junk by him, and he'd rather smash it than let anyone else use it. This was probably where he was superior to Ou Yu. Ou Yu was fine with 'good enough,' while he was meticulous to the point of being demanding.

The more meticulous you are, the more perfect your work becomes.

Ling Chi jumped onto the iron kite. In the part of the iron kite's body, there was a space for people to sit in, similar to the interior of a car, but much simpler. There wasn't much of an operating system; there was only a wooden stick similar to a manual transmission, which was the control lever for controlling the iron kite's flight and landing, as well as its speed and direction.

But in order for the iron kite to fly, it needs to be charged.

Above the control lever, there is a groove containing a spirit stone, which is a 'star' pried off from the roof of the Temple of War. It contains the smallest spirit stone, with only two months' worth of spiritual energy.

The iron kite is currently in the experimental stage, and the two months' worth of spirit stones are being used to test its flight distance. If the two months' worth of spirit stones can sustain the iron kite's flight for a whole day without stopping, that would be quite ideal.

It's still unknown; we'll know the results once it takes off.

Once fully charged, Ling Chi gripped the control lever and pulled it upwards. A peculiar energy appeared beneath the iron kite, propelling it into the air.

"Wow! It really flew!" Qu Feiyan and the others, who had been watching the excitement, exclaimed repeatedly, then flew into the sky and chased after it.

"Brother Ling, how are you feeling? Is it comfortable flying?"

"..." Ling Chi looked at the little girls flying around the iron kite and said helplessly, "Stop fooling around, all of you get down."

"Hehe, let's go down then." Several girls landed, but he could vaguely hear them talking.

"They can fly on their own, so why bother making this damn iron kite? It's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary."

"..." Don't be angry, don't be angry, they are still children.

After the iron kite took off, Ling Chi controlled the direction, circling around the farm. Unfortunately, the spirit stone could not display its consumption status, so he could only keep flying to judge the flight distance and speed.

After about two hours of testing, Ling Chi had basically mastered the various parameters of the Iron Kite. In terms of flight speed, it could reach a speed of about 500 kilometers per hour in normal flight, and 800 kilometers per hour at its maximum speed. However, at a speed of 800 kilometers per hour, the Iron Kite would shake violently, clearly unable to withstand such great pressure.

In the end, Ling Chi determined a maximum speed for Tie Yuan within a safe range—680 kilometers per hour.

This speed is acceptable, basically twice the speed of a high-speed train, and the fact that it doesn't need to take a long detour when flying in the air further increases the speed of the iron kite.

Two hours later, he found that the spirit stone was still full of spiritual energy and had not lost much. So he began to speed up, spinning it round and round. Finally, after twelve hours, the spirit stone ran out of spiritual energy, and the iron kite fell from the sky.

"Holy crap!" Ling Chi hurriedly replaced the spirit stones and finally managed to pull the iron kite back into the sky just before it was about to crash.

"Phew, that scared me." Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the spirit stone that had exhausted its spiritual energy. He discovered that it was absorbing external spiritual energy on its own, and at the current absorption rate, it would be full of spiritual energy in about two months.

As expected of a spirit stone that has stored spiritual energy for two months, it will also take two months to refill it with spiritual energy.

After landing the iron kite next to the blacksmith's shop, Pu Heng asked, "Young master, what do you think of this iron kite?"

“Not bad.” Ling Chi nodded with a smile: “The speed is very fast, with a maximum safe speed of 680 kilometers per hour. Moreover, two months’ worth of spirit stones can support the Iron Kite’s high-speed flight for twelve hours. The energy consumption is very low. I am very satisfied.”

"I'm glad you're satisfied, young master." Pu Heng nodded and said, "It's almost dawn outside, young master, please go out first! I will polish this iron kite to perfection."

The iron kite was shaped like a sparrow, gray and lacking any aesthetic appeal. Ling Chi didn't know what shape Pu Heng could make it into, but given Pu Heng's understanding of beauty, it was still worth looking forward to.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The God of Crafts

While eating breakfast, Shi Qingxuan asked, "Big brother, have you caught the thief from last night?"

Shang Xiufang looked up at him.

"I've already thrown it into the sea to feed the sharks." Ling Chi peeled a soft, white hard-boiled egg and put it into Shi Qingxuan's bowl: "Don't worry! Anyone who dares to cause trouble on Peach Blossom Island will not have a good ending."

Shi Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and Shang Xiufang was also relieved. She smiled and said, "Big brother really favors third sister! Why does she get boiled eggs while I don't?"

"Isn't this being peeled right now!" Ling Chi smashed an egg on Shang Xiufang's forehead, cracking the shell and revealing a tender, white hard-boiled egg: "Eat up!"

"Oh dear! How annoying!" Shang Xiufang said coquettishly, which made the women present laugh.

as always.

……

After a peaceful day, as night fell, Ling Chi entered the farm again and saw Pu Heng waving at him from afar, calling out with a smug look, "Young master, come quickly and see how this old man's iron kite is?"

"Oh?" Ling Chi stepped forward quickly and said with a smile, "Look at how smug Old Master Pu looks, could it be that this Iron Kite has turned from a sparrow into a phoenix?"

"Hahaha, young master is truly a genius, you actually hit the nail on the head." Pu Heng laughed, and lifted the burlap covering the iron kite. A flash of red light appeared, and Ling Chi couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the iron kite in front of him in disbelief.

"This is an iron kite!?"

“Young master, you are wise. This is indeed the Iron Kite.” Pu Heng was very satisfied with Ling Chi’s reaction, stroking his beard with a smug look on his face.

Ling Chi exclaimed in admiration, "Exquisite craftsmanship!"

When I left this morning, this iron kite was just a gray sparrow, but I didn't expect it to turn into a fiery red phoenix after I came in at night.

The phoenix looked incredibly lifelike, with its wings and tail displaying layers of fiery red, deep red, light purple, and ice blue colors, making it quite striking. However, the tail was just a regular bird's tail, not phoenix feathers. Even so, it was enough to attract attention, and from the moment Pu Heng lifted the burlap sack, the people on the farm were drawn over.

"Wow! What a beautiful phoenix! What is that?!"

"It looks like an iron kite."

"Iron Kite? Don't be ridiculous. Didn't we see Iron Kite five days ago? It looked so drab, it wasn't nearly as beautiful as this."

"Don't you know that Old Master Pu has been holed up in the blacksmith's shop these past few days, hammering and polishing things! Old Master Pu must have made some modifications. Look, the size is about the same, but it's more refined, and there are some other changes."