Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

After coming of age, she had been wandering the martial world for nearly a year, relying on her martial arts skills to punish evil and uphold justice, living a very enjoyable life. She thought that her martial arts skills were already first-class in the martial world, and few in the world, until she saw Shuang'er flying through the air on her sword and killing demons outside Chenzhou City. She was immediately amazed and realized that there are always people more skilled than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding.

While Shuang'er was slaying demons and reinforcing the seal, she hid behind a tree, afraid to come out and disturb the master's work. Just as Shuang'er drew her flying sword and was about to leave, she finally couldn't help but jump out and beg to be taken care of.

This was the first time Shuang'er had encountered such a situation, and she was at a loss for what to do. Originally, she wanted to refuse, but Ji Fang knelt down in front of her and kowtowed without saying a word. This gesture was too much for her to refuse.

Just as she was pondering, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and looked in a certain direction within Chenzhou, saying, "I have important matters to attend to. You wait here." After saying that, she transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Chenzhou City.

Upon seeing this, Ji Fang trembled with excitement: "She truly is the legendary sword immortal! I must become her disciple!"

Inside the Ouyang family mansion in Chenzhou City, where generations of merchants had made their living, the head of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Youdao, was suffering immense pain. While taking a nap, he suddenly felt pain all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that his body was covered with poisonous insects that were tearing at him. However, for some reason, he could not make a sound and could only endure the pain of being bitten by the insects.

Inside his room, a young man dressed in a black witch's robe watched this scene with a smile on his face, thinking to himself: Once I complete this mission, I will retire from this life of crime, propose to Miss Mingzhu, and live a happy life together.

Just as he was envisioning a bright future, a sword light pierced through the window, directly penetrating his heart. His eyes bulged out, and he died on the spot.

"Damn Southern Border Shaman!" Shuang'er rushed in and, seeing the scene before her, immediately cast an exorcism spell, killing all the poisonous insects on Ouyang Youdao's body and releasing him from his restraints.

Ignoring his pain, Ouyang Youdao immediately got out of bed, knelt down, and kowtowed three times: "Thank you for saving my life, fairy."

"There's no need for that. Upholding justice is our duty." Seeing that he was covered in wounds and poisoned, Shuang'er immediately channeled her true energy into his body to expel all the toxins. She then tossed him a pill and said, "Take it with water."

The way Shuang'er had casually forced the toxins out of his body made Ouyang Youdao even more convinced, and he put the pill in his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it with water.

Before long, Ouyang Youdao felt the poisonous insect bites on his body itch, and he couldn't help but scratch them.

Shuang'er immediately stopped her: "Don't touch it recklessly, be patient for now."

Ouyang Youdao immediately gritted his teeth and endured it, but the itching was so intense that it made him break out in a cold sweat.

Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from outside the door: "Dad, are you there?"

Before she could finish speaking, a beautiful girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old pushed open the door and walked in. She saw her father sitting slumped on the edge of the bed, covered in sweat and blood. Not far away, there was a strange man covered in blood who was already dead, and a beautiful girl in a blue and white dress carrying a sword.

"Ah!?" the woman exclaimed in surprise, "Father! What's wrong with you!?"

When Ouyang Youdao saw his daughter, he suppressed the tingling and itching all over his body and said, "Mingzhu, don't panic, I'm fine. Come quickly and greet my savior."

"Your savior?" Ouyang Mingzhu glanced at Shuang'er, then quickly walked to her father's side. "Father, is this young lady your savior?"

“That’s right.” Ouyang Youdao nodded: “My father was bitten by that Miao man with poisonous insects. If it weren’t for our benefactor, he would be dead.”

Ouyang Mingzhu felt a chill run down her spine and hurriedly bowed to Shuang'er: "I am Ouyang Mingzhu, thank you, fairy, for saving my father's life."

"No need for formalities." Shuang'er waved her hand, pointed to the dead Miao shaman on the ground, and asked, "Do you recognize this person?"

Ouyang Youdao and Ouyang Mingzhu glanced at each other, and Ouyang Youdao shook his head: "Never seen it before."

Ouyang Mingzhu, on the other hand, was slightly taken aback, her face turning pale: "It...it was him!?"

"Miss Ouyang, do you recognize him?" Shuang'er asked.

Ouyang Youdao's expression changed: "Mingzhu, how do you know this person?! Who is he?!"

Ouyang Mingzhu said with a slight tremor, "Half a year ago, my daughter encountered a disheveled man covered in sores and seriously injured at the Guandi Temple outside Chenzhou City. She couldn't bear it, so she applied medicine to him and wanted to go home to ask Uncle Zhong to send a carriage to pick him up. However, when the carriage arrived, the man was nowhere to be found. I never expected... that he was a villain."

"How could this happen!?" Ouyang Youdao was shocked and furious. "You kindly saved him, and he tried to kill his father. This man is worse than a beast!"

Ouyang Mingzhu was also heartbroken and tears streamed down her face: "I'm sorry, Father, it's your daughter who has ruined you."

Seeing his beloved daughter heartbroken, Ouyang Youdao sighed and said, "It's not your fault. You meant well, but there are many heartless people in the world. Be careful in the future and don't try to help just anyone."

"Yes." Ouyang Mingzhu nodded with tears in her eyes. Today's events had a huge impact on her life.

A naive and innocent woman who believed there were no bad people in the world died just like that.

Seeing that Ouyang Youdao's wound had scabbed over and fallen off, Shuang'er clasped her hands and said, "This matter is settled, farewell."

"Are you leaving so soon, my benefactor?" Ouyang Youdao hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "Please allow me to do my part to express my gratitude."

"No need." Shuang'er shook her head, transformed into a streak of light, flew out of the window, and disappeared into the horizon.

The Ouyang father and daughter were immediately amazed, and Ouyang Mingzhu's eyes shone brightly: "Father, is that girl the legendary sword immortal?"

"That must be it." Ouyang Youdao nodded: "To uphold justice, slay demons and monsters, and fly through the sky on a sword, that is what makes a sword immortal. How fortunate I am to have been saved by a sword immortal. I will definitely do more good deeds in the future to repay this kindness."

Ouyang Mingzhu nodded, but when she turned around and saw the dead man, she couldn't help but sigh softly: "Father, should we report this to the authorities?"

Ouyang Youdao's face darkened, and he said, "If he wants to harm me, then the authorities should handle it. Mingzhu, go back to your room and rest. I will handle this matter."

"Mm." Ouyang Mingzhu nodded and went outside.

……

Shuang'er, who had saved Ouyang Youdao, flew away from Chenzhou on her sword. When she arrived outside the city, she saw Ji Fang still kneeling in the same spot, seemingly without having moved.

Shuang'er slowly descended from the sky and said, "Why bother?"

"Master!" Upon seeing Shuang'er return, Ji Fang immediately kowtowed excitedly: "My heart is as clear as the sun and moon in my desire to become your disciple. Please accept me as your disciple, Master."

"..." Shuang'er pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible for me to take you as my disciple."

"Please have mercy, Master." Ji Fang knelt down excitedly.

Shuang'er said calmly, "I am Shuang'er, a descendant of the Sword Forging Valley of the Qionghua Sect in Kunlun Mountain. If you want to become my disciple, go to Boxian Town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. There are people there who know the location of the Qionghua Sect. If you pass the sect's entrance test, I will accept you as my disciple."

"Disciple will not disappoint Master," Ji Fang said excitedly, bowing her head.

Shuang'er nodded: "I'll be waiting for you at Qionghua Sect." With that, Shuang'er flew away on her sword.

Ji Fang gazed in the direction where Shuang'er had disappeared, clenching her fists tightly: "Master, wait for me. Your disciple will see you as soon as possible."

Ji Fang rose, dusted herself off, and prepared to head towards Kunlun Mountain. Just then, a young gentleman passed by. Upon seeing Ji Fang, his heart pounded wildly, as if he had met his destined soulmate. He hurriedly stepped forward to stop Ji Fang, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and looked at her with incredibly gentle eyes, his voice filled with magnetism: "My name is Qin Yi, from the Qin family of Chenzhou. May I ask your name, Miss? Are you married?"

"You scoundrel, get out of here!" Ji Fang slapped Qin Yi across the face, sending him flying, and left without even looking back.

Qin Yi covered his face and cried out in pain on the ground, "What an unreasonable woman! How could I, Qin Yi, be moved by such a vulgar woman? I must have been blinded by greed. My cousin is so much better; she's always so obedient to me. Yes, I'll have my parents go to my cousin's house to propose marriage when I get home."

……

Shuang'er was unaware that her trip to Chenzhou would change the fate of three unfortunate women.

Six months later, Ji Fang passed the entrance test of the Qionghua Sect and was accepted as a disciple by Shuang'er.

When Shuang'er brought Ji Fang into the Sword Forging Valley, Ling Chi, Huang Rong, and Shang Xiuxun were quite surprised.

"Shuang'er, you've taken on an apprentice?"

"Hmm." Shuang'er nodded, introduced Ji Fang to the three of them, and told them about what happened in Chenzhou half a year ago.

After listening, Huang Rong smiled and said, "I see. It really is fate. It seems that Ji Fang is destined to be Shuang'er's disciple." She paused, then asked, "Hasn't she been given a Dharma name?"

"Xuanqin," Shuang'er said. "Ji Fang loves music, especially the zither, so I gave her the Buddhist name Xuanqin."

“Xuanqin? It sounds nice.” Huang Rong nodded and smiled, “Very good. In this way, Xuanqin will be the second disciple of my Sword Casting Valley, and Xuanji will also have a junior sister.”

Upon hearing this, Xuanji, who was snuggling in Ling Chi's arms, asked, "Master, is she my junior sister?"

“Yes.” Ling Chi nodded with a smile: “Xuanqin is your Uncle Shuang’er’s disciple, and also your junior sister.”

"Great! I have a junior sister now!" Xuanji immediately jumped off Lingchi and ran to Xuanqin, saying, "Hello, junior sister, I am your senior sister Xuanji."

Xuanqin looked at the little girl in front of her, who was only six or seven years old, and said helplessly, "Yes, Xuanqin greets Senior Sister Xuanji."

"No need for formalities." Xuanji said with the air of a big shot, "This Sword Forging Valley is my territory. With me protecting you, no one will dare to bully you."

Xuanqin: "..."

Everyone laughed.

Chapter Sixteen: Sweet and Sour Pork Dumplings, Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork Dumplings

"Ding! The purple-grade pill [Guobao Roudan] has been successfully refined, with a completion rate of 78%, which is satisfactory. Technical summary will begin below."

"..."

Ling Chi put the golden-yellow sweet and sour pork balls into a porcelain bottle, labeled them 'Sweet and Sour Pork Balls', casually popped one into his mouth, chewed a few times, and the sweet and sour taste of sweet and sour pork filled his mouth. Then he felt refreshed and his strength and energy were mostly restored.

"It smells so good!" Xuanji and Xuanqin, who were practicing swordsmanship outside, were attracted by the aroma of the sweet and sour pork dumplings, and their stomachs were rumbling.

"Don't get distracted." Shuang'er flicked her finger, and Xuanqin staggered, covering her head with her hand, as a large bun was freshly baked.

Xuanji immediately began practicing swordsmanship meticulously: "Hey ha~ Taiyi Sword Technique!"

Ignoring the large bump on her head, Xuanqin used the 'Quiet Sword' technique, which collided with the longsword in Xuanji's hand.

Xuanji was still young, so Xuanqin dared not use her full strength, only maintaining what Xuanji could bear, and together they honed their sword skills in actual combat.

Shuang'er nodded in satisfaction, her eyes drifting towards the kitchen: The aroma this time is even stronger than before, my brother's culinary skills must have improved again, that's great.

A year has passed since Ling Chi returned from the Xuanpu Sect. After a year of honing his skills, he finally raised the quality of his alchemy to the advanced purple level. However, Huang Rong did it three days earlier, which shows that Ling Chi is still no match for Huang Rong in terms of culinary talent.

To be honest, Ling Chi felt that Huang Rong was more suited to have the God of Cooking System than him. If it weren't for the system suppressing her bottleneck as a kitchen helper, Huang Rong's cooking skills would definitely be more than just top-tier purple.

But it was precisely because of his guilt towards Huang Rong that Ling Chi dared not relax his demands on himself. As long as he had a high-level recipe, he would practice it to 100% as quickly as possible to make his cooking skills more solid.

However, after entering the red level, his progress became extremely slow. It wasn't that he stopped working hard; rather, the red level represented a completely new dimension.

In the ten years since he came to this world, he has obtained a total of eleven red recipes. Before he was red, it would take him at most a month to perfect a dish. But after he became red, more than forty years have passed in the past few years, and with the acceleration of space, he has only perfected five red recipes to 100%. Although the others are at least 85% or higher, they have not yet reached 100%.

As mentioned earlier, the problem wasn't with his cooking skills, but rather that the red recipe involved too much fantastical knowledge, such as the key steps of a certain dish, which infused the dish with a sense of "wonderful fantasy"...

Tell me, what exactly is a beautiful fantasy? How is it instilled?

Even the system couldn't explain it; it only said something ambiguous, something that could only be understood intuitively and not explained in words.

As a result, Ling Chi has spent most of his time these past few years 'daydreaming'. It's not that he's lazy, nor is it intentional; it's just that he has no choice. Without daydreaming, he can't make the red recipes; without daydreaming, he can't reach 100% proficiency; and without daydreaming, it will be difficult to make dishes of the corresponding level even if he upgrades in the future.

Ling Chi has only had one thought in the past few years: This is too hard for me.

Fortunately, although his YY (a Chinese internet slang term for YY) was a bit slow, it was at least effective.

In comparison, Huang Rong, being stuck at the top purple level, didn't have the trouble of red recipes and could instead focus on studying alchemy, which may be why she was ahead of Ling Chi in alchemy.

……

Ling Chi came out of the kitchen and saw Xuanji and Xuanqin practicing swordsmanship very seriously. He nodded and walked to Shuang'er's side, asking, "Rong'er and Xiuxun went out again?"

"Hmm." Shuang'er nodded: "I heard that someone in the martial arts world has obtained a demonic sword, causing bloodshed and is now being hunted down by the entire martial arts world. This person has already fled north. Rong'er and Xiuxun will go and join in the fun."

"That's really their style." Ling Chi smiled and said, "But it's best not to touch something like the Demon Sword. This person who is fleeing for his life has probably been affected by the Demon Sword, which is why he caused such a bloodbath."

"It should be." Shuang'er nodded and said, "But with Master here, purifying a demonic sword shouldn't be a problem."

“I think it’s fine even without a master,” Ling Chi said with a smile. “Don’t forget, Yi Lin’s purification ability is comparable to that of a Bodhisattva.”

"I almost forgot about Sister Yilin." Shuang'er chuckled and said, "But after getting the Demon Sword, Rong'er and Xiuxun will probably fight over who gets to use it!"