Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ling Chi remained silent.

Zhu Fei shook her head and said, "I won't ask about your background, and you don't need to be wary of me."

"I wasn't on guard," Ling Chi said in a low voice, "but I can't say it."

"Heh, whatever you want." Zhu Fei smiled faintly, paused, and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Yes, thank you, Sister Hong." Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief and said a little embarrassedly, "To be honest, the Huashan Sect really doesn't have any good lightness skills."

"I know." Zhu Fei smiled faintly, then changed the subject: "But there's no such thing as a free lunch. In exchange, could you tell me where in this world there are any treasures that would be beneficial to my Great Ming Dynasty?"

“Okay.” Ling Chi nodded. “I’ll write down what I know and give it to Sister Hong later.”

Zhu Fei was somewhat surprised and laughed, "I didn't expect you to agree so readily."

“I’ve said it before, I have no ill intentions toward the court.” Ling Chi smiled and said, “If what I know can make the country strong and the people prosperous, I will share it without reservation.”

Zhu Fei gave him a deep look, her eyes smiling, "I'm going to have to look at you in a new light."

"Sister Hong, you flatter me. Actually, I was hoping that you could help me find more rare ingredients." Ling Chi rolled up her sleeves a couple of times. "Otherwise, all my skills would be useless."

Zhu Fei covered her mouth with her sleeve, her eyes smiling.

……

A month later, Zhu Fei left with the notes Ling Chi had painstakingly written down. Before leaving, she gave him a precious sword crafted by a court artisan, as well as a handwritten copy of the Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique.

Ling Chi tried his best to cook for her for a month, but he couldn't win her over.

Seeing the two characters "Take care" carved three centimeters deep into the stone wall of Mount Hua with Zhu Fei's finger strength the night before her departure, he knew that Zhu Fei's level was not ordinary blue, but very likely high-level blue, or even...

"It's so good to be royalty!" Ling Chi stretched and sighed.

If you want it, the most advanced martial arts techniques in the world are readily available.

"Does this mean I've latched onto a powerful backer?" He shook his head with a smile, no longer thinking about it.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Transformation

Cliff of Repentance.

Yue Buqun coiled his long hair into a bun, holding a wooden hairpin in his hand, and used his delicate fingers to secure the bun. He touched the area around his smooth lips, sighed softly, and said in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Ugh, I have to stick on my beard again."

Not long after Yue Buqun finished sticking his beard back on, a voice came from outside the cave: "Master, are you there?"

Upon hearing the voice, Yue Buqun smiled, stepped out of the cave, and waved to the person who had arrived, saying, "Hey, I'm here."

The shrill voice made Ling Chi pause, hesitating whether to turn back the way he came.

Seeing Ling Chi's reaction, Yue Buqun realized that there was something wrong with his voice. He quickly adjusted his voice and said in his usual tone, "Since you're here, why don't you come over!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to the cave entrance. Looking at his master, who hadn't changed much but whose skin seemed much smoother, he said helplessly, "Master, you still are..."

"No need to say anything more." Yue Buqun snorted lightly, then, noticing that his voice was a bit high-pitched again, he had to adjust it immediately: "Since I have made a decision, I will not regret it."

"..." Ling Chi was silent for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Master, do you leak urine?"

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Yue Buqun's face darkened: "Shut up!"

"..." Ling Chi remained silent, as if chilled to the bone.

"Hmph!" Feeling no sign of urinary incontinence, Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What brings you here today?"

“Master, three of my senior uncles from the Sword Sect came yesterday,” Ling Chi said.

"What!?" Yue Buqun was shocked, and a few drops of urine leaked out...

Ignoring his urinary incontinence, Yue Buqun hurriedly asked, "Are you talking about a successor of the Sword Sect?"

“It is indeed my three senior uncles, Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou, and Cong Buqi,” Ling Chi nodded.

Yue Buqun's expression was grave: "How are they now? Do they want me to hand over the position of sect leader?"

"The three senior uncles are doing well now. They did not come here to covet the position of sect leader, but to rejoin the Huashan Sect."

The explanation astonished Yue Buqun: "What did you say? They want to rejoin the family?"

“Exactly.” Ling Chi nodded.

Yesterday, the three "disciple-outs" from Mount Hua paid a visit together.

Unlike in the original story where they were vying for the rightful succession of the Huashan Sect, they came to surrender.

Ning Zhongze was stunned; he couldn't believe that these three Sword Sect senior brothers would voluntarily apply to return.

After questioning, it was learned that everything was influenced by Ling Chi's intimidating power.

Ever since Ling Chi killed dozens of disciples of the Songshan Sect at Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony, and Yue Buqun apologized with gifts, Zuo Lengchan has been trying to find a way to kill the Huashan Sect.

A direct confrontation would be pointless; unorthodox methods are more in line with Zuo Lengchan's character.

Thus, he set his sights on Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou, and Cong Buqi, the three successors of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Unlike in the original story, even though Zuo Lengchan expressed his support for them to vindicate the Sword Sect, the three of them did not immediately agree.

Ling Chi caused such a commotion in Hengshan City that even the three old otaku had heard that the Huashan Sect had produced a peerless genius who could kill without hesitation.

With just one sword, he wiped out both the Songshan and Qingcheng sects, even killing Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng sect, and one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan. Such a feat is simply astonishing.

Faced with Zuo Lengchan's instigation, the three dared not act rashly. Although they weren't very bright, they weren't so foolish as to court their own destruction.

For the past year or so, the three of them have been investigating Ling Chi's true nature.

Because Ling Chi was in seclusion on the Cliff of Contemplation, they had to endure it for a year. Until two months ago, they heard news that Ling Chi had obtained the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, as well as that he had killed more than a hundred people who tried to steal the manual along the way, including many famous figures in the martial arts world.

Cheng Buyou: "A master!"

Cong Buqi: "No match for them!"

Feng Buping: "..."

What if you can't win? Some people will choose to fight to the bitter end, but they made the wisest choice—to turn enemies into friends.

What does it mean to turn enemies into friends?

We were originally from the Huashan Sect!

Although we parted ways for a while due to differing values, our values ​​have now been aligned, and we should naturally reunite.

That's a perfect reason.

"Isn't this great!"

Just as Ning Zhongze was undecided, Ling Chi took the initiative to welcome them: "With three senior uncles returning to our sect, the future of our Huashan Sect will surely be prosperous. However, from now on, the Huashan Sect will no longer have the distinction between the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect. Will the three senior uncles accept this?"

There is nothing wrong with the three of them.

And so, they were temporarily settled by Ning Zhongze. However, their future arrangements still needed to be discussed with Yue Buqun, the sect leader.

Yesterday was too late, so I can only wait until today to come to the Cliff of Contemplation to ask for instructions.

As a key person responsible for this matter, Ling Chi took on the important task of consulting with his master and also delivered breakfast to him.

While munching on the meat bun that Ling Chi had brought him, Yue Buqun nodded: "This matter was handled well. Your three senior uncles are highly skilled in swordsmanship. With their addition, the strength of our Huashan Sect will increase by three points."

"That's what I hadn't thought either." Ling Chi looked at Yue Buqun's delicately raised fingers and asked softly, "Master, how's your practice of the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual going?"

"Quite accomplished." Yue Buqun smiled as he mentioned this, clearly very satisfied with the progress made in mastering the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

"Then, how long will Master be in seclusion?" Ling Chi asked.

"Well..." Yue Buqun pondered for a moment and said, "The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is profound and extensive. If possible, I would need to go into seclusion for at least three years to fully master it."

At this point, Yue Buqun looked at Ling Chi with eager eyes: "Chi'er, during my seclusion, you will be in charge of all affairs of Mount Hua..."

Just as Ling Chi was about to decline the responsibility, Yue Buqun's next words made him change his mind.

"Assist your master's wife." Yue Buqun patted his shoulder: "Don't let your master down."

"..."

Ling Chi's whole body was covered in goosebumps.

……

Watching Ling Chi's retreating figure as if fleeing, Yue Buqun sighed with lingering satisfaction. Thinking of the ever-growing prosperity of the Huashan Sect and his own ever-improving martial arts skills, his mood grew increasingly cheerful.

Looking at my increasingly fair and delicate hands, I suddenly felt an urge to embroider with a needle.

……

"We can't stay in Huashan anymore." After conveying Yue Buqun's message that "Ning Zhongze will temporarily take charge of the Huashan Sect, with Linghu Chong assisting," Ling Chi dragged Shuang'er back to their room and said the above words.

"What's wrong?" Shuang'er asked in surprise. "Brother, what happened?"

"Yue Buqun has become increasingly effeminate since practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, and he even tried to touch me inappropriately. I'm afraid if I stay any longer, my chrysanthemum will be ruined sooner or later." Ling Chi began packing his things: "Shuang'er, pack whatever you need quickly, we'll be going down the mountain soon."

"But... what about Sister Lingshan? If Brother leaves, what will happen to the Huashan Sect?" Shuang'er asked.

"Let Ling Shan practice her skills properly!" Ling Chi said. "As for us leaving... we're just going to roam the martial world, earn some money, and incidentally punish evil and promote good, right the wrongs, and bring fame to Mount Hua. Mount Hua will only get better, nothing will happen to us."

Seeing that Ling Chi had made his decision, Shuang'er could only go back to her room to pack her things, and then go with him to say goodbye to Ning Zhongze.

"You're going down the mountain?" Ning Zhongze asked in surprise. "Why?"

"I just felt bored on the mountain and wanted to venture out into the martial world," Ling Chi said. "It would also be good to punish evil and promote the prestige of Mount Hua."

Hearing this reason, Ning Zhongze could not refuse.

After a moment's consideration, he ultimately decided not to let his daughter come down the mountain with him. He nodded, "Very well, since you and your brother entered the sect, you've never officially ventured into the martial world. This time, go down the mountain and broaden your horizons!"

"Yes, Master's wife."

After bidding farewell to their master's wife and fellow disciples, Ling Chi and Shuang'er went down the mountain.

The next day, when Yue Buqun learned from the disciple who brought him his meal what had happened at the Huashan Sect the day before, he almost dropped his rice bowl.

Recalling his groping of Ling Chi yesterday, Yue Buqun's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

"Master, what's wrong?" asked the disciple who brought the food.

"Oh? It's nothing." Yue Buqun came to his senses and waved his hand: "Go back! Tell your master's wife and senior brother to pay more attention to matters inside and outside the sect."

"Yes, Master."