Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"That's quite possible." Ling Chi said with a hint of schadenfreude, "If these two girls start fighting over this demonic sword, that would be quite amusing."

"..."

As the two were chatting, Xuanji and Xuanqin finished their sword practice. Xuanji, panting heavily, said pitifully, "Uncle-Master, we're done practicing."

Why not report to Ling Chi? Because when the martial uncle is supervising, even the master cannot interfere; that's the rule.

Shuang'er turned to look at her, and seeing her like this, smiled helplessly: "You silly child, alright, take a rest!"

"Yay! That's great!" Xuanji cheered and immediately rushed towards Ling Chi: "Master, what delicious pills did you just refine? I could smell them from outside, I want to eat them."

"You little glutton, all you ever do is eat." Ling Chi rubbed her head, chuckled and scolded her a couple of times, but still took out the sweet and sour meatball and popped one into her mouth.

"Mmm—"

"Ding! Conquered the high-class blue-clad diner..."

After cultivating in the Sword Forging Valley for over a year, Xuanji has evolved from an ordinary white to a high-level blue, a significant improvement. Of course, this is also related to the cultivation technique she practices. The Qionghua Sect's techniques are quite powerful; they are the true cultivation methods for sword immortals. Mastering even two or three tenths of them is enough to dominate the Three Realms.

Although Xuanji is currently only in the Foundation Establishment stage, its progress is much faster than the top martial arts techniques in the martial arts world, and even the four great books of the Tang Dynasty cannot compare to it.

Fantasy martial arts and martial arts are different dimensions and cannot be compared.

Ling Chi took out another sweet and sour meatball and handed it to Xuan Qin: "Eat it!"

"Thank you, Senior Uncle." Xuanqin blushed as she accepted the pill and put it into her mouth.

"Um--"

"Ding! Conquered the high-class purple-level diner..."

Xuanqin has been at the Qionghua Sect for half a year. When she first arrived, she was only a top-level blue-grade martial artist. It is evident that although she has practiced martial arts since childhood, her skills are not impressive. However, this is also related to the fact that her body has not fully developed.

Over the past six months, under the bombardment of Ling Chi's various delicacies, Xuanqin's body has gradually developed fully. In addition, her own innate talent is quite remarkable, placing her among the top in the entire Qionghua Sect. With the guidance of Shuang'er, as well as the occasional instruction from her senior uncle Ling Chi, and her two senior uncles Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun, Xuanqin achieved a growth of two minor levels in just six months, which is astonishing.

On the other hand, after spending half a year together, Xuanqin and Lingchi became increasingly close.

It wasn't because of the food itself; after all, Huang Rong and the others were all good cooks, and Ling Chi didn't have a particular advantage in that area. But compared to the three tomboyish women who weren't into art and literature, Ling Chi, her senior uncle who occasionally played the flute and zither, just happened to hit her sweet spot.

After Ling Chi mustered up the courage to ask for advice, the two found a way to get to know each other better. Ling Chi was happy to teach Xuan Qin how to play music, which made Xuan Qin admire him more and more, and naturally, she developed feelings of love for him.

Feelings are something that can never be controlled. Even though she knew that her master and two uncles all had some ambiguous relationships with her senior uncle, she still couldn't help but develop feelings for Ling Chi.

She simply poured all her emotions into music. Apart from Ling Chi, a music master who could understand its meaning, Shuang'er and Huang Rong only felt that it sounded nice.

Ling Chi thought Xuanqin was quite cute and didn't mind having a kind of emotional exchange with her, similar to that between a celebrity and a fan.

Having been in this world for over ten years, not a single person in the Qionghua Sect understands music. It's rare to have a beautiful junior disciple like him, which allows him to indulge in the fantasy of being a music master. He becomes even more infatuated whenever he sees Xuanqin looking at him with adoring eyes.

"Master, this pill is delicious! What's it called?" Xuanji asked, her eyes shining, as she came to her senses.

"Sweet and sour pork dung," Ling Chi laughed. "Did you just taste the sweet and sour pork?"

"Oh, it's sweet and sour pork! I thought it was sweet and sour pork!" Xuanji said.

“Sweet and sour pork requires an egg, while sweet and sour pork does not. Although the two taste similar, there are still differences if you taste them carefully,” Ling Chi said. “If you can’t even tell the difference between sweet and sour pork and sweet and sour pork, it seems that your taste buds are not very developed.”

"Hmm..." Xuanji pouted and said, "My tongue is fine, they're practically the same!"

Ling Chi smiled and patted her head, asking, "How did you feel after eating?"

"I'm full of energy and not tired at all." Xuanji jumped up and down excitedly. "My body doesn't feel sore either."

"It seems to be working quite well." Ling Chi smiled slightly, then turned to Xuan Qin and asked, "Xuan Qin, what about you?"

“I feel the same way.” Xuanqin stretched her arms a few times and said, “The fatigue and soreness from practicing have disappeared, and my mental state is also very good. I feel like I could practice for three days and three nights without getting tired.”

"That's just an illusion," Ling Chi laughed. "Don't even mention three days and three nights, you can't even last three hours."

"Mm." Xuanqin nodded, her eyes filled with the look of a devoted fan: whatever her senior master says is right.

"Master, I want to eat more." Xuanji clung to Ling Chi's arm and swayed back and forth.

"You silly girl," Ling Chi said with a laugh, "This sweet and sour meatball is too potent. It would be a waste to give it to you. Let me take a look."

Ling Chi searched around and finally pulled out a bottle of fish-flavored shredded pork powder, saying, "Here, this is perfect for you right now."

Xuanji saw the name on the porcelain bottle and said, "Fish-flavored shredded pork soup, oh well, I'll just have to make do with this!"

"You silly girl, you really don't know how lucky you are," Ling Chi said with a laugh. "The pills I refine are something that other Qionghua disciples can't even get their hands on. And you, you're just taking them for free and still complaining so much."

"Because I know Master loves me!" Xuanji jumped onto Ling Chi and kissed him on the cheek: "Xuanji loves Master the most."

"..." Xuanqin looked on with envy.

Chapter Seventeen: The Demonic Sword and Two Sword Spirits

Mount Buzhou is a legendary sacred mountain that supports heaven and earth in the Great Wilderness. It is guarded by the divine beast Candle Dragon and can illuminate the entire Northwest Wilderness. However, Mount Buzhou has become the territory of the Netherworld Kingdom since some unknown time. For the living, coming here is almost certain death.

At this moment, Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun flew to Buzhou Mountain on their swords and witnessed the man wielding the demonic sword kill all the martial arts practitioners who were chasing him. But for some reason, the demonic sword flashed red, and the man wielding the demonic sword pointed the tip at his own chest and stabbed it in with a "poof," dying on the spot.

"..."

Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun looked at each other in bewilderment. Shang Xiuxun said, "This sword actually killed its own wielder. There's something strange about it."

"It really is the Demon Sword." Huang Rong said with a solemn expression, "It seems we need to ask our master for help."

Shang Xiuxun nodded repeatedly: "I'll go and do a live stream for Master so he can give us instructions on how to do it."

"it is good."

A short while later, Shang Xiuxun started a live broadcast for Zong Lian. Then, the two women landed at the location of the demonic sword. Huang Rong asked, "Master, this demonic sword killed its wielder. What do you think?"

"Interesting." Zong Lian's eyes lit up the moment he saw the demonic sword, and he laughed, "It's actually an unfinished sword."

"An unfinished sword?" the two women asked curiously. "What is that?"

"It was only half-finished and failed... But for some reason, this sword also has the appearance of being 'naturally made', with an extremely strong aura of malevolence." Zong Lian found it very interesting and said, "Quickly, take this sword to the farm. I want to investigate it myself."

"Alright." Huang Rong grasped the demon sword, about to draw it, but suddenly cried out in surprise and let go.

"What's wrong?!" Shang Xiuxun asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Huang Rong was sweating profusely. She said, "It seems like something is attached to this sword. It's terrifying. The moment I touched it, I heard the howling of many vengeful ghosts."

"It really is a demonic sword." Shang Xiuxun's eyes turned cold. "Why don't we destroy it now!"

"Stop fooling around." Zong Lian's voice came: "This sword already has a sword spirit, and more than one. It is truly an unprecedented divine sword. Bring it in, and I will purify it myself!"

"More than one sword spirit?" Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun were shocked. They didn't care about the ghostly wails and howls anymore. They drew the sword and entered the farm.

In the farm, Zong Lian looked at the purple greatsword. The blade was inscribed with strange runes, clearly an ancient artifact from long ago. However, despite being hundreds or thousands of years old, it showed no signs of rust and instead appeared even more menacing.

"Indeed extraordinary." Zong Lian held the sword in his hand and felt the howls of countless wronged souls within it. His expression darkened. "This sword has drunk the blood of ten thousand people and has entered the demonic path. If we want to purify it, I'm afraid it will take more than a few days."

“Master, if it’s just purification, just ask Sister Yilin,” Huang Rong said. “Sister Yilin is the best at purifying all kinds of impurities.”

"That's right." Zong Lian suddenly realized and said, "Rong'er, go and invite Yilin over immediately."

"it is good."

Huang Rong went to find Yi Lin, and soon after, she pulled Yi Lin, who was dressed in white, over and said, "Sister Yi Lin, look, this is the sword."

Yi Lin glanced at the demonic sword but ignored it. Instead, she bowed to Zong Lian and said, "Greetings, Master Zong Lian."

"No need for formalities," Zong Lian said. "This demonic sword contains two sword spirits, as well as tens of thousands of wronged souls. I can lure out the sword spirits first, and then I'll trouble you to purify the wronged souls within the demonic sword!"

Yilin nodded: "Yilin will do her best."

After agreeing on the plan, Zong Lian chanted a few incantations, pointed at the demonic sword, and then drew it. Two glowing orbs, one blue and one red, shot out of the sword. As soon as they emerged, the red orb angrily demanded, "What do you want?"

The basketball also said weakly, "Don't hurt us, we don't want to harm anyone."

"They really are two sword spirits." Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun were both taken aback.

"And their temperaments are quite different."

"One is vicious, the other is kind. How interesting."

Seeing Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun's unbridled comments about him, Hongqiu was furious: "How dare you look down on me! I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Oh? You're lecturing me now!" Huang Rong chuckled. "Come on! Let me see how you're going to teach me a lesson."

"Die!" The red ball immediately burrowed into the flying sword on Huang Rong's back, and the flying sword was unsheathed and stabbed towards Huang Rong's back.

Snapped--

Huang Rong slightly turned her body, and the flying sword missed its target. As it continued to move forward, Huang Rong grabbed the hilt of the sword and said with some surprise, "I didn't expect you could attach yourself to other weapons. I underestimated you."

"You—" The red ball was shocked. It hadn't expected Huang Rong to be so powerful. It hurriedly broke free from the flying sword and crawled into the flying sword on Shang Xiuxun's back. Just as it was about to stab Shang Xiuxun, Shang Xiuxun grabbed it in the same way: "In a way, you are indeed very powerful, but unfortunately you chose the wrong opponent."

Red ball: "..."

What's wrong with this world? Why are there so many experts?

The red ball was disheveled in the wind.

"Not bad." Zong Lian nodded with satisfaction: "Not only has it become a sword spirit, but it also has extremely high intelligence. If it can wholeheartedly assist the sword master, even a divine weapon from the heavens would be no better than this."

"So amazing?" Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun exclaimed in amazement.

"Amitabha," Yilin said. "I will take this demonic sword back to the Sky Garden to purify it, and then return it to Master Zonglian."

"Thank you for your trouble," Zong Lian nodded.

"It's my duty." Yilin gripped the demon sword and left.

After she left, Zong Lian looked at the two orbs of light, one red and one blue, and said, "The Demon Sword will be purified soon. I will give you two choices. One is to become the Demon Sword Spirit again after the Demon Sword is purified. However, the Demon Sword Spirit does not need to be two. You can choose which one to return to the Demon Sword."

The red ball asked, "What is the second option?"

"I am most skilled at sword forging, and I can tailor-make a flying sword for each of you to live in. The quality may not be as good as the Demon Sword, but it will be the most suitable for you," Zong Lian said. "You can think it over before giving me an answer. In the meantime, you can live in the swords of my two disciples, how about that?" Zong Lian pointed to Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun.

"I want the red one." Huang Rong made her choice immediately; she liked the fierce look of the red ball.

“Then I want the blue one,” Shang Xiuxun said. “Blue ones are more docile.”

"Hmph!" Although the red ball was unhappy with Huang Rong, it had no choice but to submit to her. In the end, it entered Huang Rong's flying sword and took refuge in it. The blue ball also entered Shang Xiuxun's flying sword.

Originally, Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun's flying swords had sword spirits, but their sword spirits only had the most basic intelligence and needed to be activated by their masters to function. However, the two light orbs already possessed extremely high intelligence, just like two big tabby cats entering the kittens' nest.

The blue orb was alright; it didn't fight with the kitten for the nest and just squatted down in a corner. But the red orb kicked the kitten away and sprawled out, taking over most of the cat's nest. The kitten was so scared that it could only cower in the corner, trembling.

Seeing the different situations, Shang Xiuxun chuckled: "Sister Rong, it seems that this time my sword spirit is more outstanding!"

“That’s not necessarily true.” Huang Rong’s eyes lit up. “Don’t you think this red sword spirit is even more domineering? As long as it’s properly trained, it can definitely unleash the flying sword’s greatest power.”