Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Hmm." The Candle-Bearing Dragon nodded.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

Shang Xiuxun coughed lightly and said, "Senior Shenlong, is this roasted meat to your liking?"

"Hmm, not bad." The Candle-Holding Dragon nodded and said, "It tastes better than donkey meat sandwiches."

"I'm glad you like it, Senior." Shang Xiuxun said with a smile, "Actually, our cooking skills are still a bit weak. We almost wasted the quality of this demon beast. But our senior brother's cooking skills can be described as unparalleled. If you want to eat even more delicious food, we can invite our senior brother next time."

"Oh?" The Candle Dragon's eyes lit up: "Is his cooking really that good?"

“Absolutely true.” Shang Xiuxun nodded repeatedly. “If it were Senior Brother who made the roasted beast, it would taste even better.”

The Candle-Bearing Dragon looked at them and nodded: "If he comes, I can give him some benefits."

The two women looked delighted: "Senior, don't worry. Our senior brother never gets up early for nothing. As long as there's something to gain, he'll definitely be there as soon as possible."

"Is that so?" The Candle Dragon smiled enigmatically. "Mortals are indeed greedy."

“What you say is true, senior. However, we mortals also want to live a better life, so we have to be a little greedy.” Although Huang Rong wanted to refute, she knew that in front of the strong, if you wanted to live well, you had to obey. The strong were like ‘heaven’; going with the flow brought good fortune, while going against the flow meant certain death. This was the conclusion Huang Rong had drawn under Ling Chi’s guiding ideology.

Influenced by the fact that he was hung up and whipped by the Third Young Mistress of the Deer and the Cauldron world, Ling Chi has never done anything beyond his capabilities, even though he has performed many heroic deeds.

The most typical example is when he first arrived in the world of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty. When he was traveling around the world, he encountered the demonic dragon of the Temple of War and ran away without saying a word. When he met Ning Daoqi, he didn't dare to utter a word. It wasn't until he hid on Peach Blossom Island for ten years and improved his level that he came out to lord it over others.

In his dictionary, strength is the foundation of everything. With strength, one can be a hero and do whatever one wants; without strength, one can live a peaceful and uneventful life and not cause trouble.

As Lingchi became more and more involved with the farm and ranch, he became increasingly timid. He used to be able to act recklessly without much concern, but now he is much more composed.

Influenced by him, Shuang'er, Huang Rong, and Shang Xiuxun all pursued stability in their actions.

Safety first. No matter what you do, safety must be the top priority. Only in a sufficiently safe environment can you be a happy keyboard warrior. If it's not safe, just try it.

Huang Rong did the right thing, because the Candle-Holding Dragon was a powerful being. Huang Rong's words pleased him greatly, and he smiled faintly: "Even ants cherish life, so it is understandable that mortals want to pursue a better life."

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior." Huang Rong said gratefully, "After I return, I will definitely ask my senior brother to come and prepare a delicious meal for you as soon as possible."

"Hmm." The Candle Dragon nodded, tossed a scale to Huang Rong, and said, "This is my reverse scale that fell off a thousand years ago. Keep it with you. If anything happens, you can inject your spiritual energy into the reverse scale and then you can communicate with me."

Holding this sensitive piece of skin that could be used as a shield, Huang Rong said awkwardly, "Senior, isn't it a bit too big?"

The dragon holding the candle suppressed a laugh and said, "It is indeed a bit too big for you. However, dragons can change size at will, so you can use your mind to make it smaller."

idea?

Huang Rong silently chanted in her heart: Get smaller, get smaller, get smaller.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the shield-sized scale shrank continuously until it was only the size of a palm, leaving the two women in awe.

"so amazing!"

I love seeing how naive you all are.

The Candle Dragon was quite pleased with itself, but appeared indifferent on the surface: "The Reverse Scale is my hardest scale. It falls off once every thousand years. I only have a few dozen left now. Don't lose them."

"Don't worry, senior, I will keep it close to my body and won't lose it," Huang Rong assured her.

"Hmm." The Candle-Holding Dragon nodded and said, "Alright, you can go back now! You only need to come here once a month from now on. The Netherworld energy here is very strong. If mortals stay here for too long, they will be tainted by the death energy and their lifespan will be shortened. Even though your cultivation is not bad, you can only come once a month."

"Thank you for your concern, senior. We will remember it." The two women expressed their gratitude.

"I just don't want to run out of delicious food in the future." With that, the Candle Dragon transformed into its true form and drifted into the distance.

Chapter Nineteen: One Hundred Days of Sword Forging

At Qionghua Sect and Sword Casting Valley, after Huang Rong and Shang Xiuxun returned and recounted their experiences at Buzhou Mountain, Ling Chi and Shuang'er's expressions changed continuously.

Is there two sword spirits within the Demon Sword?

The demonic sword has been purified, and Zong Lian is reforging it.

Did the Candle Dragon awaken five spiritual roots in them so they could grill meat? And even provide them with cultivation methods?

Can I go to Buzhou Mountain once a month from now on?

Ling Chi was stunned. Could it be? Such good luck?

Ling Chi asked, "I've been in this space for the past two years, why haven't I heard anyone mention the Demon Sword?"

“We don’t know much to begin with!” Huang Rong said. “Now that the farm has expanded so much, everyone has their own things to do, so why would they all flock together for something?”

“That’s true.” Ling Chi nodded. In the past, the farm space was only so big, so if something happened, everyone would know quickly. But now the farm has become infinitely large, and all the farmers are busy exploring this world. They really don’t have much energy to pay attention to too many trivial matters. He has been busy daydreaming in the space these past two days and has not paid attention to the trivial matters of the farm, which is why he doesn’t know about the Demon Sword and the Sword Spirit.

"You mean these two sword spirits have already entered your flying swords and taken up residence?" Ling Chi asked.

“Yes.” Huang Rong untied the flying sword from her back and placed it on the table, saying, “My flying sword has a red sword spirit, while Xiu Xun’s flying sword has a blue sword spirit.”

Shang Xiuxun also unsheathed her flying sword.

Ling Chi looked at the two swords and said, "Would the two sword spirit ladies please show themselves?"

"You think you can just see me whenever you want? What gives you the right?" The red sword spirit in Huang Rong's sword snorted coldly, not even flinching at her. Instead, the blue sword spirit in Shang Xiuxun's sword flew out and said, "Hello, I am Xiao Kui."

Looking at the small blue orb of light, Ling Chi thought to herself: It really is her.

"Hello, Xiao Kui." Ling Chi nodded with a smile: "I am Ling Chi, Ling as in lofty ambitions, Chi as in wine pool and meat forest, the senior brother of the Sword Casting Valley of the Qionghua Sect. You can call me Brother Ling."

"Hello, Brother Ling," Xiao Kui greeted him obediently.

"Hello, Xiao Kui." Ling Chi smiled and said, "Xiao Kui is such a gentle and likable girl."

"You flatter me...you flatter me."

"Oh, you're shy now." Ling Chi laughed, "Xiao Kui, you're so cute. If you were to cultivate into human form one day, you would definitely be pursued by countless men."

"No, no." A touch of red appeared in Xiao Kui's blue light, which amazed the three women present.

"Hmph! You lecherous scoundrel!" The red sword spirit flew out and stood protectively in front of Xiao Kui: "You dare to flirt with Xiao Kui? Believe me, I'll chop you up!"

Ling Chi looked at the red sword spirit and chuckled, "What's your name?"

"What's it to you!" The red sword spirit had a bad temper: "Don't you dare tease Xiao Kui again, or I'll make you regret it."

“I wasn’t flirting with her, I was just telling the truth,” Ling Chi said. “Don’t you think Xiao Kui is cute?”

"Xiao Kui is cute, but you're not allowed to say it," the red sword spirit said coldly.

"You're quite unique," Ling Chi laughed. "Alright, no need to be so fierce. I won't bully Xiao Kui."

"You'd better not, or you'll definitely regret it," the red sword spirit said fiercely.

Ling Chi shrugged, turned his head and asked, "So, Master is still forging the Demon Sword?"

"Hmm." Huang Rong nodded and said, "I wonder if it's finished being forged yet?" She paused, then added, "But that demonic sword is too big; it's more suitable for a man. Let's give it to Brother Ling!"

With a hum, wind, fire, and thunder burst forth from behind Ling Chi, buzzing incessantly at Huang Rong, as if saying: Shut up, you little mistress!

"Hehe, Feng Huo Lei seems to be jealous." Huang Rong covered her mouth and laughed.

"Huh?" The red sword spirit sensed the sword spirit contained within the wind, fire, and thunder, and said, "Your sword spirit is not bad. Although it is not as good as mine, it has extremely high intelligence, good material, and great potential!"

"Of course." Ling Chi reached out, and the Wind, Fire, and Thunder landed in his hand, buzzing twice, like a puppy begging for a pat on the head.

Ling Chi smiled slightly, stroked the sword, and said, "Wind, Fire and Thunder is a divine sword that my master tailored for me. There is no other flying sword in the entire Qionghua Sect that can compare with Wind, Fire and Thunder."

buzz-

The wind, fire, and thunder hummed triumphantly, as if to say: Quick, say a few more words of praise.

"..."

The red sword spirit laughed, "This is really interesting. Your sword is quite good. If the Demon Sword is reforged, let Xiao Kui return to the Demon Sword, and I will reluctantly become the sword spirit of your sword!"

buzz-

The wind, fire, and thunder roared incessantly, seemingly exasperated, and shouted: "You shameless mistress!"

"Dare to insult me?" The red sword spirit charged into the wind, fire, and thunder. After a series of clanging and banging sounds, the red sword spirit forced the wind, fire, and thunder sword spirits to cower in a corner, no longer daring to provoke the red sword spirit.

"..." Ling Chi was dumbfounded: "This works?!"

"Of course." The red sword spirit smiled smugly. "The environment here is nice, with plenty of spiritual energy, perfect for cultivation."

"Xiao Hong, are you going to abandon me?" Huang Rong asked, biting her handkerchief with a resentful expression.

"Disgusting." Little Red clicked her tongue. "This environment is much better than your broken sword. I need to cultivate into human form as soon as possible, so I must choose a better environment. This place is more suitable than yours."

That's very upsetting.

Huang Rong looked at Ling Chi with teary eyes.

“…” Ling Chi sighed and said, “If the Demon Sword is mine, then you can use the Wind, Fire and Thunder!”

"Thank you, Brother Ling, you're so kind." Huang Rong happily snatched the Wind, Fire and Thunder sword back and said, "That's wonderful, Little Red, we can be together again."

"Hmph! I need to cultivate, don't make a fuss." Little Red stopped talking.

Seeing Huang Rong snatch Ling Chi's Wind, Fire and Thunder, Shang Xiuxun fell silent: What should I do?

If the Demon Sword is given to Ling Chi, Xiao Kui will definitely have to go back, making her flying sword the weakest of the three, only on par with Shuang'er. However, she now has spiritual roots and can cultivate magic, while Shuang'er doesn't. If she continues to use this sword, she won't be able to keep up with the progress.

Perhaps sensing Shang Xiuxun's troubles, Ling Chi said, "Don't worry, I'll have Master tailor-make another flying sword for you later. Its quality will definitely be no worse than Wind, Fire, and Thunder."

Shang Xiuxun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Mm."

"..." Shuang'er was silent for a moment, then said, "Next time you go to Buzhou Mountain, can you take me with you?"

“Sister Shuang’er will definitely go,” Huang Rong said. “Then we’ll have Senior Shenlong help Sister Shuang’er awaken her spiritual root, and we can cultivate magic together.”

Shuang'er smiled and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, we're best friends," Huang Rong said with a smile.

"Ah."

Ling Chi scratched his head and said, "I only have a relatively good fire spirit root. I wonder if this senior dragon could help me improve my other spirit roots?"

"That depends on Senior Dragon's mood," Huang Rong chuckled. "So when Brother Ling goes, you must roast the meat until it's fragrant and delicious, so that Senior Dragon will be in a trance. If he's in a good mood, he might be willing to upgrade your spiritual root grade."

"That makes sense." Ling Chi nodded and asked, "When will we go next time?"

"Senior Shenlong said that Buzhou Mountain has a lot of death energy. If living people stay there for too long, it will affect their lifespan. With our cultivation level, going there once a month is the limit," Huang Rong said.

"A month?" Ling Chi nodded: "Then I'll use this time to hone my red-level meat recipes, and hopefully he'll be satisfied."

"Yes, Brother Ling, you can do it!" the three girls encouraged each other in unison.