Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

“I know you’re indignant on my behalf, but Ling Chi is, after all, a disciple of the Qionghua Sect. In the great battle eighteen years from now, we will still need him to contribute to the Qionghua Sect.” Su Yao looked somewhat tired. “Although I hate him to the bone, he is indeed the most talented disciple of the Qionghua Sect. In the face of the interests of the Qionghua Sect, my personal grudges with him are not important.”

Su Xin looked at her with admiration and heartache: "Senior Sister has a broad mind; Su Xin is ashamed of herself."

"It's nothing," Su Yao said. "If you were like me, prioritizing the greater good of the sect, you would have made the same choice as me."

"I can't do it." Su Xin shook her head repeatedly. "But I will work hard to improve my skills and strive to become an assistant to my senior sister as soon as possible. Sooner or later, Su Xin will definitely avenge my senior sister."

A hint of relief and emotion flashed in Su Yao's eyes as she said, "Then focus on your cultivation and don't cause any more trouble. Do you know how much discontent I've suppressed for your sake?"

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister." Su Xin lowered her head in shame. "I've caused you trouble."

"Sigh!" Su Yao sighed and said, "Su Xin, your personality is most like mine, which is why I take extra care of you. But I also know that our personalities are easy to offend people, so we must become stronger. For the great war in the demon realm eighteen years from now, I will definitely do my best to manage the sect well. I also hope that you will practice diligently, because I need your help."

"Senior sister..." Su Xin's eyes were filled with tears of emotion: "Don't worry, I will definitely practice my skills with all my might. Eighteen years from now, we will both survive."

Su Yao looked at her, their eyes met, and she nodded: "Okay."

……

Zong Lian said it would take thirty-six days to forge, and Ling Chi thought he would forge it day and night. However, Zong Lian only forged it for two or three hours a day at most, and even then, it was intermittent, like an old blacksmith who was just dawdling, which Ling Chi couldn't understand at all.

This went on for three days in a row. Ling Chi finally couldn't take it anymore and took advantage of Zong Lian's rest to ask, "Master, are you slacking off by taking breaks like this?"

"What do you know?" Zong Lian glared at him. "I am observing the timing of the heavens and the earth's energy. Without these two things, how can one forge a top-grade flying sword?"

"Uh..." Ling Chi scratched his head: "Master, please don't be angry, this disciple just doesn't understand anything!"

"Who told you to be so impulsive? If you were calm and composed, I would have passed on my mantle to you long ago," Zong Lian said irritably.

Ling Chi felt ashamed: "This disciple has failed Master's expectations."

Seeing his good attitude in admitting his mistake, Zong Lian sighed: "What I'm afraid of now is not being able to find a suitable successor. After all, my time is running out."

“…” Ling Chi remained silent.

Zong Lian patted him on the shoulder and went back to forging iron.

More than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye, and the flying sword was still not finished. However, while Zong Lian was having lunch, Ling Chi heard some good news.

"Ding! Conquered the stomach of ordinary red diner Zong Lian, conquest count +10. Since he had already dropped the recipe, no recipe dropped this time."

"Ding, you have conquered high-level diners 9 times, diners of the same level 12 times, and low-level diners 373 times. The upgrade conditions have been met, and host Ling Chi's cooking skills have been upgraded to red ordinary level."

"Ding! Congratulations to host Ling Chi for upgrading her cooking skill to Red Common. You are rewarded with a one-time top-tier Red recipe, [Meng Po Soup]."

"Meng Po Soup: A top-tier red recipe. It can revive those who died within three days of death, provided their bodies are intact."

……

Ling Chi was bathed in the golden light of the upgrade, but his eyes widened in surprise.

Meng Po's Soup!?

Revive within three days!?

What the hell!

Is my brother really going to defy the heavens?

But this is not over yet.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, your cooking skills have been upgraded to Red Ordinary. You have gained 4 more assistant chef positions."

"Ding! Congratulations, host, your cooking skills have been upgraded to Red Ordinary. The farm upgrade conditions have been met. The farm will begin to expand."

"Ding, the farm has been expanded: total area - unlimited, marine aquaculture added, and unlimited farmers can be recruited."

……

Meanwhile, in Chef's Space, on the farm.

Little White, Big White, Little Blue, White Spirit, and other spirit beasts all let out different roars. At the same time, a series of abnormal celestial phenomena, such as flying sand and stones, freezing snow, torrential rain, and thunder and lightning, appeared in different places on the farm.

Everyone was shocked: "What happened?!"

"Don't panic!" Wang Chongyang shouted, "The farm space has been expanded to an infinite size. Little White and the others are just breaking through in their cultivation and are about to take human form."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then, filled with intense curiosity, observed the transformation process of Little White and the others.

The process was short, only a few minutes, and all the spirit beasts had completed their transformations.

Little White, the snow snake, transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a white gauze dress; Big White, the polar bear, transformed into a strong and vigorous man; and Little Blue, the ice silkworm, transformed into a delicate boy (or girl) with icy skin and jade-like bones, whose gender was indistinguishable.

Bai Ling transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, exuding both grace and wildness. The other spirit beasts also underwent changes, shedding their animal forms and transforming into human shapes. Without exception, the men were handsome, the women beautiful, and each possessed unique characteristics.

Everyone was incredibly curious about the spirit beast's transformed appearance. They touched and poked it, which annoyed Xiaobai and the others: "Just look, don't touch it randomly. Our bodies are just like humans now, there's nothing to touch."

"It really is true." Qu Feiyan patted Xiaobai's bottom twice and chuckled, "Xiaobai, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful as a human. Your looks are at least twenty points, you outshine everyone else!"

"Really?" Xiaobai immediately borrowed a mirror and looked at her current appearance.

Just as Qu Feiyan said, she is so beautiful now. Her long hair flows, her fingers are slender, and not only is her appearance extremely beautiful, but every part of her body is also perfect. Moreover, her body proportions have reached the most perfect golden ratio. She looks so symmetrical and comfortable. When she walks, she has a bit of a snake-like shape, twisting and turning, which is incredibly sexy.

Although all the women have a beauty score of over ten, they still have to admit defeat when facing Xiaobai.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed, "She is indeed a demon who has become a spirit; we ordinary women are no match for her at all."

"Not necessarily!" Qu Feiyan pointed to the female hedgehog in human form and said, "Her appearance is a bit strange."

When everyone looked over, they indeed found that the female hedgehog's human form was not quite right.

It wasn't that her features weren't pretty, nor that she had a bad figure, but rather that her hair stood on end, reaching straight to the sky, a full meter long, as if saying to the heavens: "See if I don't prick you and you're finished."

If it were just one, that would be fine, but the problem is that this male hedgehog is so brazen. His hair is also standing on end, pointing straight to the sky, and it's even longer than the female hedgehog's, a full meter and a half long.

"So this is what hedgehog spirits look like." A few mischievous girls ran over and touched their hair. It was very stiff, but also very resilient. As long as they didn't touch the tips of the hair, there was no danger.

"Don't touch me." He brazenly pushed away the hands of several girls: "I'm a male, don't touch me."

"Hehe, still shy!" These girls, I don't know if they're bold or if they don't respect Dazhai at all? They don't care at all and just keep touching him.

Dalangli was very frustrated, and then his hair drooped down, falling to his calves.

"Huh? It can land!" The women were even more surprised, turning to look at the mother hedgehog: "Why don't you land?"

"This..." the mother hedgehog said with a troubled expression, "I can't get down!"

He sighed casually, "I came down when I was feeling down."

"Ah?" Following the bold statement, the mother hedgehog recalled the days of hunger in the past, and her mood quickly turned sad, and her hair fell out.

Chapter Eleven: New Members

The expansion of the farm made the ranch owners extremely envious, and Azi even cried out for Lingchi to quickly reach the gold level. Based on the changes in the past few major upgrades, the next one will most likely be an expansion of the ranch space.

The farm had an infinite space, truly infinite. The eight farmers flew in eight directions, and after fifty days they still couldn't see the end. At their speed, fifty days would have been enough to fly out of the solar system. But all they saw were mountains, plains, rivers, lakes and seas. There were no deserts or Gobi, geographical environments that had no value for cultivation or animal husbandry.

Interestingly, everything was like a clone, divided into countless identical areas for planting and raising livestock. The fields, mountains, rivers, and seas were all in the same location and environment, neat and uniform, without the slightest disorder.

Upon learning of this situation, Ling Chi stopped thinking about it himself and directly asked the system. The system's answer was: "Each region has the size of an Earth plane. Based on this, we can continuously clone. The larger the planting and breeding area, the more clones we can create, and it will never end."

Ling Chi gasped. No wonder the system dared to say that the farm's space was infinite; it really was infinitely large. As long as he continued to recruit farmers and expand the planting and breeding areas, the space of this world would continue to increase.

This is great news! With this, he will have a steady stream of agricultural and fishery products to produce in large quantities. Moreover, with marine aquaculture, he can finally increase the proportion of seafood dishes in his repertoire.

The best news is that this world has entirely new species that don't exist in the ordinary world, and they are of extremely high quality. In the past, they couldn't be raised due to a lack of space, but now that problem is gone.

An improvement in the quality of the ingredients will naturally lead to an improvement in the quality of the dishes, which is beneficial to Ling Chi's culinary skills.

Everything is moving in a better direction, and he is very satisfied.

However, although the farm has increased the number of farmers it can recruit, he still doesn't plan to recruit blindly. He will absolutely not recruit those who don't meet his standards. Quality is more important than quantity.

Putting the farm matters aside for the time being, on the twelfth day after Ling Chi's upgrade, and the thirty-sixth day of Zong Lian's forging of the flying sword, accompanied by a loud clang, Zong Lian shouted, "Ling Chi! Come here quickly!"

"Coming!" Ling Chi immediately ran into the sword-making shed and asked, "Master, what did you call me for?"

"Quick! Blood oath!" Zong Lian said, pointing to the flying sword he was holding with fire tongs, his tone urgent.

Without a word, Ling Chi cut his left index finger, and a drop of blood fell onto the flying sword. The next moment, he felt the flying sword become a part of his body, and he could control it at will to fly through the sky and dive into the earth, to brave fire and water.

After Ling Chi performed the blood oath ceremony, Zong Lian breathed a sigh of relief and began preparing for the final polishing work. The polishing process was short, and it was completed near dusk.

"Alright." Zong Lian looked at the flying sword he had completed and showed an extremely satisfied smile. Among all his works, this flying sword was his masterpiece, apart from the Xihe Sword and the Wangshu Sword. Its quality was even a level higher than the current sect leader's sword.

"Give it a try." Zong Lian tossed the flying sword to Ling Chi.

Ling Chi caught the sword. The blade was slightly wider, and its shape resembled a bronze sword from the Warring States period, but its length was comparable to that of an ordinary flying sword, and it was even more exquisite. He had originally thought it would be very heavy, but to his surprise, it was as light as a feather.

The sword's blade was a slightly transparent purplish-red color, and he could sense that it contained terrifying wind, fire, and thunder elemental power. After he got his hands on it, it continuously absorbed spiritual energy from his body, which greatly surprised him.

"Master, this sword is draining my spiritual energy!" Ling Chi shouted.

"Don't make a fuss, it will stop naturally once it has absorbed enough spiritual energy." Zong Lian wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a towel and said, "This is also the final process of recognizing its master."

"Oh." Since Zong Lian had said so, Ling Chi could only let the flying sword absorb spiritual energy.

Sure enough, after absorbing for about five minutes, almost draining his spiritual energy, the absorption stopped. The sword also emitted a buzzing sound, automatically broke free from his hand, and started circling around him, seemingly quite pleased.

"Master, what's going on?" This was the first time he had ever encountered a flying sword that would circle around its master.

Zong Lian laughed and said, "This shows that the sword has recognized you as its master and is loyally protecting you."

“I see.” Ling Chi reached out, and the sword immediately flew into his hand, emitting a pleasant hum.

Ling Chi gently stroked the sword, as if caressing his lover. The flying sword emitted a pleasant hum and even began to absorb the spiritual energy wandering in the world, feeding back to him.

Ling Chi's face lit up with joy: "What a treasure! It's truly a treasure! Master, this flying sword is wonderful, I love it very much."

"I'm glad you like it." Zong Lian had rested enough and stood up, saying, "However, it's not very elegant for this sword to keep circling around you. Go pick out a scabbard and carry it on your back from now on!"

“Okay.” Ling Chi nodded, immediately went to the sword-making shed, picked out a purplish-red scabbard, inserted the flying sword into it, and carried it on his back.

Seeing his current appearance, Zong Lian nodded with a smile: "Not bad, you're starting to look like a sword immortal."

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching." Ling Chi chuckled and asked, "Master, what's the name of this sword?"

"This is a flying sword forged for you, so you can name it yourself!" Zong Lian said. "This sword contains the spiritual power of wind, fire, and thunder. As long as you inject spiritual power, you can easily trigger wind, fire, and thunder spells, which are incredibly powerful."

"I see." Ling Chi thought for a moment and said, "Since it has the spiritual power of wind, fire, and thunder, let's call it... Little Three!"

Zong Lian: "..."

The flying sword immediately flew out of its sheath, circling around Ling Chi incessantly, conveying a sense of irritability.

"Uh, you don't like it?" Ling Chi asked.