Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

“It’s very simple,” Ling Chi said. “The Dream of Returning Souls is a very profound immortal technique that can allow people with deep obsessions to return to the past. They can only return after their wishes are fulfilled.”

"To fulfill a wish?" The boy asked blankly.

"What brings you here?" Ling Chi asked. "Once my wish is fulfilled, I can leave."

"For what?" the boy pondered.

"If you don't know what you want, you might as well travel around and see more of the world," Ling Chi said. "Go to places you've been before, go see the people you want to see, and maybe that will be it."

The person you want to see?

The young man's heart stirred, as if he had thought of something. He quickly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Ling Chi, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I know what to do now."

"That's good." Ling Chi nodded, turned to look at the little boy peering out from the inn's entrance, and pointed: "You, you must be this little boy, right?"

The boy turned his head and saw his younger self, asking, "How did you know that, senior?"

“You two look very alike,” Ling Chi said. “As far as I know, all of Li Xiaoyao’s blood relatives are dead, and only his aunt is by his side. Since you come from the future, you must be related to this child.”

Li Xiaoyao said with admiration, "Senior is right. I am indeed Li Xiaoyao from ten years in the future. It was the Witch Queen who brought me back here."

“The Witch Queen? Is that Qing’er?” Ling Chi said.

"Senior knows the Witch Queen?" Li Xiaoyao was even more surprised: Who exactly is this senior? Qing'er? They call her so affectionately.

"I know her." Ling Chi nodded and said, "However, after giving birth, the Nuwa clan members will have their spiritual power drained by the child within ten years, causing them to wither and die. Ten years later, Qing'er will already be dead!"

"What!?" Li Xiaoyao was utterly shocked: "A member of the Nuwa clan will die ten years after giving birth?"

“That’s right.” Ling Chi looked at him and said, “This is the curse of Nuwa’s bloodline. More than a hundred years ago, Qing’er’s mother gave birth to Qing’er. In order to survive, she sealed Qing’er with puppet soup for more than sixty years to ensure that she would never grow old or die. Later, Qing’er’s mother sacrificed her life to seal the Demon Locking Tower, and only then was Qing’er able to grow up.”

"Is this really true?!" This was the first time Li Xiaoyao had heard of such a secret, and he was even more curious about Ling Chi's identity: "How did you know these secrets, senior?"

“Because I have personally experienced these things,” Ling Chi said with a smile.

"!!!" Li Xiaoyao's eyes widened in shock: "Senior, you..."

"Don't ask me my age, I'm eighteen." Ling Chi waved his hand and asked, "What will your relationship be with Qing'er ten years from now?"

“I…” Li Xiaoyao scratched his head and said, “I am Ling’er’s husband.”

"Ling'er's husband? I see." Ling Chi wasn't surprised, but...

“You seem to have come to the wrong time and space,” Ling Chi said. “Judging from your reaction, some things here seem to contradict what you know.”

“What you say is right, senior.” Li Xiaoyao nodded. “As far as I know, Ling’er’s master passed away a few years later. Ling’er and her grandmother never told me that there was such a master as you, senior.”

"Really?" Ling Chi nodded and said, "Have you heard of the Qionghua Sect?"

“Qionghua Sect?” Li Xiaoyao frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head: “This junior has never heard of it.”

“Heh…” Ling Chi chuckled: “You know nothing about the Qionghua Sect, the head of the eight sects of Kunlun and the leader of the righteous path in the world.”

"What!?" Li Xiaoyao was dumbfounded: "Isn't the Shu Mountain Sect the leader of all righteous sects!?"

"It seems you have indeed come to the wrong time and space." Ling Chi smiled faintly, and a golden giant sword suddenly appeared. Ling Chi instantly changed his clothes, put on the Qionghua Sect's attire, and then stepped on the golden giant sword and soared into the sky.

"Wow! It's a sword immortal!" The little boy at the door, who was also Li Xiaoyao when he was young, shouted, "Auntie, come quick! The sword immortal just flew away!"

"What nonsense are you spouting! Hurry up and wipe the table clean!" came Aunt Li's roar from inside the inn.

"Wow, it's true, there really are sword immortals."

"Li Xiaoyao, I think you're really asking for a beating!"

"Wow! Auntie, no..."

"..." Li Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "It seems that I haven't changed in this world."

Turning his head to look in the direction Ling Chi had soared away, Li Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with deep doubt: "Qionghua Sect, Ling Chi... I'll ask Master when we get back!"

A few days later, Li Xiaoyao, who had seen the young Lin Yueru in Suzhou, disappeared without causing the slightest ripple.

……

After handing the Water Spirit Orb to Lin Qing'er and feeding the Moon Worship Cult Leader the remaining two doses of Nuwa's Heart, Ling Chi returned to Immortal Spirit Island to focus on teaching Zhao Ling'er.

Since Lin Qing'er was alright and a ten-year agreement had been made, Grandma Jiang left Zhao Ling'er behind and returned to Miao territory alone.

Shuang'er stayed on Immortal Spirit Island to take care of Ling'er's daily life, while Ling Chi focused on teaching Zhao Ling'er the immortal techniques passed down on Immortal Spirit Island.

It was Shuang'er who kicked Li Xiaoyao away and saved Zhao Ling'er and Jiang Shi. Because of her foresight, Ling Chi had already left Shuang'er as a backup plan by Lin Qing'er's side, ready to appear and rescue Zhao Ling'er if she were in danger. However, Li Xiaoyao was in Shuang'er's way, which is why she kicked him away.

Over the years, Shuang'er's style of doing things has remained as simple and brutal as ever. Whatever Ling Chi orders her to do, she will do her utmost to complete it, sometimes even resorting to unscrupulous means. (This is reminiscent of Zhen Zhibing in the world of Condor Heroes.)

The only woman who wholeheartedly cared for and devoted herself to Ling Chi was Shuang'er.

During the process of teaching Zhao Ling'er on Immortal Spirit Island, Ling Chi discovered something very interesting: Zhao Ling'er's culinary talent was surprisingly high. As long as the dish wasn't too difficult, Zhao Ling'er could almost always reach a qualified level after watching it once and making it two or three times. This talent was definitely no less than Huang Rong's.

Could it be that Ling'er is a hidden genius chef?

Since discovering this, Zhao Ling'er has devoted her days to cultivating immortal arts and receiving hands-on culinary instruction from Ling Chi. While Zhao Ling'er is somewhat indifferent to cultivating immortal arts, she has shown unprecedented enthusiasm for cooking, and her progress reminds Ling Chi of Huang Rong from back then.

Ha ha ha.

The sixth assistant cook has been decided.

……

Time flies, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That year, Lin Qing'er exhausted her spiritual power and died. Ling Chi was by her side before she died.

"Brother Ling Chi..." Lin Qing'er, lying on the hospital bed, reached out her hand: "Can you hold my hand?"

Ling Chi grasped her hand. Even though Lin Qing'er was dying, her skin was still as smooth as jade and her beauty remained undiminished. However, her face had turned bluish-black, a sign of impending death.

Feeling the warmth of Ling Chi's palm, Lin Qing'er revealed a sweet smile and whispered, "I am not destined to be with Brother Ling Chi in this life. If there is an afterlife, Qing'er hopes to become Brother Ling Chi's wife."

Ling Chi shook his head: "I'm very fickle. Even if you become my wife, you can only share her with other women."

“In that case, Qing’er is willing too.” Lin Qing’er smiled and said, “It’s better than being destined to be apart from Brother Ling Chi.”

“If this is what you want, I will allow you to be my woman,” Ling Chi said.

"Hmm." Lin Qing'er's eyes began to glaze over. "If back then... we could have kept Ling Chi... Big Brother... how... good... that would have been..."

"..." Feeling the coldness of Lin Qing'er's jade-like hands, Ling Chi sighed softly and summoned the Southern Barbarian King and Jiang Shi, who were guarding outside the door, to arrange Lin Qing'er's funeral.

With Lin Qing'er's death, the entire Bai Miao tribe was plunged into immense grief. Fortunately, Lin Qing'er had made all the necessary arrangements before her passing. The Southern Barbarian King ruled the entire Bai Miao tribe, and Jiang Shi, as Lin Qing'er's maid, was properly taken care of and would live out her remaining years peacefully in the Bai Miao community.

Ling Chi then left the Bai Miao tribe with Lin Qing'er's Heavenly Serpent Staff, Holy Spirit Cloak, Holy Spirit Pearl, and Water Spirit Pearl, returning to Immortal Spirit Island.

That year, upon learning of Lin Qing'er's death, ten-year-old Zhao Ling'er cried all night. The next day, with red eyes, she persisted in her cultivation, and she cultivated several times more diligently than before, as if she had grown up overnight.

Seeing her daughter's hard work through the live broadcast of "Chef God Space," Lin Qing'er's eyes showed a hint of relief.

"Are you relieved now?" Ling Chi asked with a smile, his arm around her waist.

"Mmm." Lin Qing'er nodded, nestled in his arms, still feeling a sense of unreality.

She had always thought Ling Chi's origins were mysterious, but after he died and she was recruited as a farmer, she realized that Ling Chi's origins were ten or even a hundred times more mysterious than she had imagined.

A visitor from outer space who travels through endless time and space, she could never have imagined that Ling Chi had such an origin.

And what he said about having a harem of wives and concubines... it turned out to be true. Fortunately, she had been mentally prepared before she died, and Ling Chi's excellent back allowed her to experience unprecedented joy as a woman, so she accepted it all.

Just as she said before she died, it's better than being destined to be apart.

……

News of Lin Qing'er's death quickly reached the Black Miao tribe. Upon hearing the news, the Witch King locked himself in his room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. Fortunately, with the care of the Moon Worship Cult Leader, he survived the ordeal.

"Your Majesty, the Black Miao tribe needs you. Please pull yourself together."

In recent years, the leader of the Moon Worship Cult has completely changed. He is like a loyal minister and a benevolent official who serves the country and its people. He has governed the entire Black Miao tribe very well, and there is no longer any tension between them. Instead, they are quite friendly, and the relationship between the Black and White Miao tribes is gradually returning to the grand scene of their marriage alliance.

This is why Lin Qing'er's death did not affect the peaceful development between the two tribes. On the contrary, because of the Witch King's guilt towards Lin Qing'er, the Black Miao tribe became more enthusiastic and friendly towards the White Miao tribe in the following years.

The Black and White Miao people, who would normally wage war due to drought and other issues, have attracted a large number of merchants from the Central Plains to trade and exchange goods after years of peaceful development. This has boosted the economy of Miao territory, and the lives of the Black and White Miao people have improved. This has become a rare and prosperous scene in the history of Miao territory.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That year, Zhao Ling'er was sixteen years old when a boy named Xiao Hu came to Immortal Spirit Island seeking medicine.

Chapter Forty-Four: The Drunken Sword Immortal Takes on Disciples

Immortal Spirit Island is rich in spiritual energy, with a spring-like climate all year round, peach trees forming forests, and the air filled with the fragrance of blossoms. Under the protection of the array, everyone who lands on the island will circle around the perimeter, eventually returning to their original spot, like being trapped in a maze.

Over time, Fairy Island became known as Ghost Island among the villagers of Shengyu Village, and almost no one dared to go there.

On this day, Wang Xiaohu, because his father was ill and the village doctor Hong was unable to cure him, had no choice but to risk going to Fairy Spirit Island to seek a miraculous medicine to save his father.

Perhaps because he was a child, Shuang'er saw him come to the island and appeared to let him go back.

Wang Xiaohu had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he was immediately stunned. After regaining his senses, he quickly explained that his father was ill and hoped that the fairy sister could give him some magic medicine to save his father's life.

Wang Xiaohu was born with a chubby face and a lively appearance; he seemed like a sensible and filial child. When faced with this situation of seeking medicine for his father, Shuang'er was happy to help. After listening to Wang Xiaohu's description of his condition, she gave him a pill: "Take this back to your father; he'll get better."

"Thank you, fairy sister." Wang Xiaohu happily went back.

Upon arriving home, he gave the medicine to his seriously ill father, who immediately recovered completely.

This incident caused an instant sensation throughout Shengyu Village. The news that Wang Xiaohu had asked a fairy from Xianling Island for medicine for his father and that the fairy had bestowed a magic pill spread throughout the entire village in just one day.

Some busybodies, hearing that there were fairies on Fairy Island, went there with ulterior motives. But no fairies appeared; instead, a male ghost without feet appeared. Then a gust of wind blew them into the sea, almost feeding them to the turtles.

For a period of time afterward, no one dared to set foot on Fairy Island, and many people believed that Wang Xiaohu was lying and had deliberately fabricated the rumors about fairies, which almost prevented them from returning.

Despite Wang Xiaohu's best efforts to explain, few people believed him, which made the eight-year-old Wang Xiaohu somewhat depressed: "There really are fairy sisters, why don't people believe it?"

"Fairy?" A middle-aged drunkard staggered toward the Immortal Sword Inn, overhearing Wang Xiaohu muttering, and hiccuped: "Uh, Immortal Spirit Island, isn't that... uh, it's best not to provoke it."

A moment later, at the entrance of the Immortal Sword Inn, a middle-aged drunkard sat by the door, crying out, "Please, give me a drink. I can't walk a step without it. Please, have mercy..."

Fairy Island, open-air kitchen.

Sensing this scene from afar, Ling Chi smiled slightly: Li Xiaoyao has indeed been noticed by the Shu Mountain Sect, so be it.

A small, fair hand reached out silently and snatched a twisted dough stick.

"Whose little kitten is stealing food?" Ling Chi said with a laugh.

A bright and beautiful young girl munched on a crispy and sweet fried dough twist, giggling happily.

The young girl was about sixteen years old, with exquisitely beautiful features and a petite figure. Her jet-black hair was tied into twin ponytails with a light blue ribbon. She wore a plain white half-sleeved top with an indigo bodice and white trousers, dressed in a Taoist style.