Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Upon learning that thousands of members of the Sun Moon Cult were arrayed at the foot of the mountain, ready for battle, all forces that had a grudge against the Sun Moon Cult were extremely excited: Kill! Kill! Kill these evil cult members and rid the martial world of this scourge!

Another group of Sun Moon Cult followers who supported Ren Yingying began to gather twenty miles away from Blackwood Cliff. As long as Ling Chi and Dongfang Bubai fought to the death, it would be the time for them to regain power.

……

On the mountain path, Ling Chi pushed the wheelbarrow steadily forward, while Shuang'er sat on the wheelbarrow, enjoying the mountain scenery.

It was late autumn, and the mountains had turned a grayish-brown. The autumn wind was bleak, and Ling Chi was suddenly inspired to write poetry: "The wind is howling... ah, bah!"

Shuang'er chuckled: "Brother, did you really get into Tsinghua University?"

"Absolutely true." Ling Chi said solemnly, "He is the top liberal arts student in the city."

"Wow, brother is so amazing." Shuang'er cupped her face in her hands, looking on with 'admiration'.

"..."

My composure crumbled in an instant!

Ling Chi sighed: "Poetry is no longer mainstream in my world. To get into a good university, you have to develop in all aspects. Unless a genius who excels in only one subject makes a big splash, no good university will admit him."

"If that's the case, why does brother still need to go to school?" Shuang'er asked.

"Because there was no other choice."

As they were talking, Ling Chi suddenly stopped and said, "I'm going to relieve myself in the woods."

"How long?" Shuang'er asked.

Five minutes.

……

Five minutes later, Ling Chi emerged from the woods and saw Shuang'er sitting peacefully on the cart. He smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Shuang'er shook her head and smiled, "I'm not hungry!"

"Let's eat when we get to Blackwood Cliff!" Ling Chi pushed the cart and continued walking forward.

"Ah."

……

Deep in the woods, an old man in black robes looked at the corpses scattered around. Without exception, they had all died by having their throats slit with a sword. He couldn't help but feel extremely apprehensive: "What a lightning sword! What a White Impermanence! He truly lives up to his reputation."

"Master!" A middle-aged man with a long beard and a thin face, dressed in white, stepped out from behind and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "There are a total of one hundred and sixty-five corpses, all of whom are Dongfang Bubai's men."

"Well done!" A glint flashed in the black-robed elder's eyes as he asked, "Left Envoy, can this Ling Chi be put to my use?"

“This…” The middle-aged man with the long beard hesitated.

The old man in black robes said in a deep voice, "Speak freely."

"Yes, Master!" The middle-aged man with the long beard sorted out his thoughts and said, "Forgive my bluntness, but I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"Not easy?" The old man in black robes seemed to ponder. "So, you mean, they can be recruited?"

"It was just my own opinion," the middle-aged man with the long beard said. "Upon investigation, Ling Chi is not married."

The old man in black robes frowned: "You mean..."

"That's right..."

……

"Achoo! Achoo!" Ling Chi stopped and rubbed his nose.

Shuang'er turned her head: "Brother, do you have a cold?"

“How could I possibly catch a cold?” Ling Chi shook his head. “Someone is definitely plotting against me.”

Shuang'er chuckled lightly: "There are more than one or two people plotting against my brother."

"Wait a little longer." Ling Chi looked at the dense crowd ahead. "It will be over soon."

……

Blackwood Cliff, the headquarters of the Sun Moon Cult, is filled with tens of thousands of followers, a dark mass stretching as far as the eye can see.

Ling Chi pushed the small cart slowly to an open space and stopped.

Shuang'er jumped off the small cart and helped Ling Chi unload it.

Tens of thousands of Sun Moon Cult members just watched helplessly as they unloaded the goods from the small cart.

All the ingredients were placed in their proper places, then a small stove was lit, a flat pan was placed on it, oil was brushed on, and the pancakes were baked.

The fragrance slowly appeared and wafted everywhere. All the members of the Sun Moon Cult within a hundred meters could smell the aroma and subconsciously swallowed. A few of them couldn't help but drool and their stomachs were rumbling.

As Ling Chi branded the boxes, he loudly called out, "Ten taels of silver each, limited quantity, buy now while supplies last!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The scene was completely silent; not a single one of the tens of thousands of people spoke.

Seeing that no one was buying his chive boxes, Ling Chi frowned, glanced around, and then spotted a familiar figure in the crowd: "Hey! Sir!"

One person in the crowd pointed to his own nose.

“Yes, it’s you!” Ling Chi nodded repeatedly. “We must have met in some town before. I remember your face.”

"..."

Faced with Ling Chi's enticement, the person who was called out glanced in one direction.

In that direction, a person dressed in red was hidden behind a red silk cloth. This person was of medium height and had delicate features; he was a fine young man, yet he was made up and dressed as a woman.

Not only that, but she also sat back in a tiger-skin chair like a woman, holding a needle and thread, embroidering mandarin ducks. The way she was carefully embroidering was just like an old mother under the dim light.

Beside him, a burly man with a thick beard snorted and said, "Liu Xingyi is watching you."

"Liu Xingyi? Who is that?" The moment the man in red spoke, goosebumps rose on the skin of everyone around him.

A man imitating a woman's voice is something most people can't stand.

By now, everyone should have guessed who this person is.

It was none other than the Eastern Cult Leader, who was accomplished in both literature and martial arts and unified the martial arts world.

The burly man with the thick beard was his lover—Yang Lianting.

If Ling Chi saw Dongfang Bubai's appearance, he would be very disappointed.

This isn't the Yu Zheng version of Dongfang Girl, thumbs down!

“The leader of the Luoyang branch,” Yang Lianting pointed in a direction, “that Ling Chi made chive pancakes in public and told him to go eat them.”

"Oh?" Dongfang Bubai stood up and looked over, his gaze sweeping over Liu Xingyi's face before turning to Ling Chi.

Upon seeing Ling Chi's radiant smile, the Eastern Cult Leader's eyes lit up: "What a handsome young man!"

"Hmph!" Yang Lianting's face was extremely ugly: "You've taken a fancy to him?"

"How could that be?" Dongfang Bubai withdrew her gaze, looked at him with a flattering look, and said in a 'coquettish' tone, "I only have Lian-di in my heart, and I will never change my mind."

"Hmph! I knew you wouldn't dare." Yang Lianting's expression softened considerably. He thought to himself: A mere pretty boy dares to steal my chrysanthemum? How presumptuous!

"What is Ling Chi planning? What do you think?" Yang Lianting asked.

Dongfang Bubai smiled charmingly: "Since he comes to my Blackwood Cliff to sell food, just buy some and eat it."

"Not bad." Yang Lianting nodded. "Let's remain unchanged amidst all changes and see what he's up to."

……

Having received permission, Liu Xingyi, who had been called out by Ling Chi, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and then touched the silver in his pocket.

It's alright, it's enough.

"Mr. Ling, it's been a while, you still look as dashing as ever..."

"Don't be shy, have a few?" Ling Chi interrupted his attempt to curry favor.

"Uh, two...two, please!" Liu Xingyi took out ten silver ingots from his pocket: "That's all I have."

Ling Chi immediately smiled broadly: "Thank you for your patronage. Here are the leek dumplings you ordered. Please keep them safe."

"Uh, thank you, thank you." Liu Xingyi took the two steaming hot leek boxes and returned to his original position. Then, under the watchful eyes of countless followers, he silently took a bite.

"Well--"

"Ding, you have conquered the stomach of the high-class white-clad diner Liu Xingyi. Conquest count +0.01. Since he had already dropped the recipe, no recipes were dropped this time."

really.

Upon hearing the system notification, Ling Chi knew he hadn't mistaken the person for someone else; this person really was one of his customers. He just didn't know which town he had encountered before.

Of course, that's not important. What's important is...

Seeing Liu Xingyi eat leek boxes so deliciously that he even did a pole dance, the followers of the Sun Moon Cult couldn't help but feel a strong urge to try leek boxes themselves.

Damn it! Liu Xingyi can eat it, but I can't? There's no such logic in the world!

Amidst Lingchi's devilishly seductive pronouncements, several minor leaders of the Sun Moon Cult stepped forward.

"Give me two!"

"Two aren't enough! Give me ten!"

"I want twenty!"

"Damn it, why don't you just stuff yourself to death!"

"none of your business!"

"Damn it, I want fifty of them!"

"..."

Ling Chi smiled broadly: "Thank you for your patronage."

……