Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"It's the Heavenly God of Cookery!" Xiaoqing gritted her teeth and sneered, "The Heavenly God of Cookery is in the Ling Mansion of Qingbo Sect. If something happens to me, he will definitely come looking for me. If he finds out that you've taken me away, do you know what will happen to him?!"

"The Heavenly God of Cookery?" The Golden Cymbal Dharma King was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "Never heard of him!"

"You..." Xiaoqing almost vomited blood: "The Heavenly God of Cookery is responsible for the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother's three meals a day. In the past few Peach Banquets, the God of Cookery was in charge of the banquet. He has connections with all the gods in the Three Realms. How could you, a monster, not have heard of him? You really are nothing special."

"What did you say?!" The Golden Cymbal Dharma King was startled.

Just as Xiaoqing said, although he had a thousand years of cultivation, he was indeed an insignificant little demon king who lived in a remote corner. He had no powerful backing and limited knowledge of personnel changes in the Heavenly Court. Naturally, he had never heard of the "God of Cookery," a sinecure that the Jade Emperor had only assigned to him seventeen hundred years ago. But even if it was a sinecure, it was still someone who was responsible for the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother's three meals a day. In the mortal world, it was equivalent to a eunuch in the palace, someone who could see the emperor's close confidant at any time.

It is common knowledge that even famous ministers are afraid of eunuchs speaking ill of them to the emperor, let alone Jinbo Fawang, who is at most a bandit leader. If he really angers a eunuch, he can cry to the emperor and lose his mountain stronghold.

"Hehe...hehehehe..." The Golden Cymbal Dharma King revealed a fawning smile, put away his weapon, and said, "So you are one of the Chef God's men. This humble demon was blind to your talent and offended you, young lady. Please forgive me. How are you now, young lady? Would you like this humble demon to escort you back to the Ling residence?"

Xiaoqing glared at him: "Of course you have to. Not only do you have to send me back, but you also have to kneel down and apologize to the God of Cookery in person. Otherwise, even if I spare you, the God of Cookery will not."

A flicker of panic crossed the Golden Cymbal Dharma King's eyes, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

His words just now were loaded with meaning. On the surface, it seemed like he was begging for mercy, but the trap was in his last sentence. If Xiaoqing said she didn't need to take him, it meant there was a 90% chance she was just using his name as a shield, which would allow him to arrest her and "torture" her. But Xiaoqing agreed without hesitation and even asked him to kowtow and apologize to the God of Cookery, which meant there was a 90% chance that Xiaoqing was indeed working for the God of Cookery.

He was panicked because he feared the God of Cookery wouldn't let him off the hook; he breathed a sigh of relief because he was glad he had escaped for the time being, at least his death sentence had been commuted to a suspended death sentence. If he were to be forgiven by the God of Cookery later, he might be able to get a suspended death sentence to life imprisonment, life imprisonment to a fixed term, and a fixed term to innocence. The ideal situation would be to be noticed by the God of Cookery and become his subordinate. In that case, he might even be able to ascend to heaven and become an immortal, and immortality would not be a dream.

Although everything is still uncertain, at least an opportunity has arisen, and the Golden Cymbal Dharma King does not want to miss it.

“What you say is true, young lady. I will escort you back to the Ling residence now.”

Xiaoqing pursed her lips tightly, her pride shattered by the blow.

……

At the Ling residence, Ling Chi had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by a maid: "Young Master, Miss Xiao Qing is back again."

"..." Ling Chi frowned and stood up: "Why is she back again?"

"Miss Xiaoqing was injured and was brought back by a demon king called the Golden Cymbal King," the maid said.

"Ok?"

……

Soon, Ling Chi, dressed in his best, arrived at the front hall. He saw Xiao Qing sitting in the guest seat, her face pale and her blood weak. Then he saw the Golden Cymbal Dharma King kneeling to one side. He frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Xiaoqing remained silent. When the Golden Cymbal Dharma King saw Ling Chi, he was startled. Ling Chi's aura was ethereal and unfathomable. He finally confirmed Ling Chi's identity and hurriedly turned around and knelt in front of him, kowtowing and saying, "This humble demon, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King of Phoenix Mountain, pays his respects to the God of Cookery."

"Did you bring Xiaoqing back?" Ling Chi asked.

"Yes." King Jinbo, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, said, "This little demon deserves to die. This little demon did not know that Miss Xiaoqing was under the command of the God of Cookery. I offended Miss Xiaoqing unintentionally. Please forgive me, God of Cookery."

"..." Ling Chi narrowed his eyes and said, "So, you're the one who injured Xiao Qing?"

"Although it was unintentional, this little demon is guilty and is willing to be punished by the God of Cookery." Seeing that Ling Chi's tone was not right, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King hurriedly made a move to retreat in order to advance.

Ling Chi chuckled and said, "You do have a bit of quick wit, but unfortunately you're filled with malevolent energy and burdened by karma. You must have done many heinous things. Now you've injured Xiao Qing. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he trembled as he said, "I am willing to submit to the Chef God's judgment."

This tactic again; sometimes, retreating to advance is indeed a weakness of gentlemen.

Unfortunately, Ling Chi never considered himself a gentleman.

He turned to look at Xiaoqing and said, "Xiaoqing, what do you think we should do with him?"

Xiaoqing glanced at him with some surprise and said, "He said he's going to capture me and take me back to be his wife. You decide what to do!"

"A bandit's wife?" Ling Chi chuckled. "This monster actually took a fancy to you? His taste isn't very good."

"You—" Xiaoqing was so angry she almost vomited blood, and there was also a hint of grievance in her voice: "How could I be that bad!"

Ling Chi chuckled lightly: "Just kidding, you're not bad."

"You..." Xiaoqing's face flushed red and then turned pale, both ashamed and angry: "You're so annoying~"

Ling Chi smiled slightly, looked down at the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, and said calmly, "He who injured my people is guilty of an unforgivable crime and deserves to be executed."

Ling Chi pointed, and the Golden Cymbal Dharma King fell to the ground. After a few violent struggles, he turned into a pig.

Ling Chi looked at the large, fat pig weighing four or five hundred pounds and nodded with satisfaction. He then said to the maid, "Throw it into Phoenix Mountain."

"Yes." A maid came over, grabbed the pig by the tail, and dragged it out.

The pig had fallen into a coma and remained motionless throughout.

"..." Xiaoqing stared blankly at everything before her: "You...you said he deserved to die! How come..."

"His crime is so terrible that he deserves to be a pig!" Ling Chi said. "Wouldn't he then become a pig?"

"..." Xiaoqing was dumbfounded. So there was such an idiom as 'to be punished like a pig'? She had learned something new.

Coming to her senses, Xiaoqing asked, "He won't turn back, will he?"

“Unless his magical power is higher than mine.” Ling Chi smiled faintly. “However, I am already at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. If he is at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, there is nothing I can do.”

"A Taiyi Golden Immortal!? You!?" Xiaoqing was shocked.

"Doesn't it look like it?" Ling Chi smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "Don't forget, I am the God of Cooking in Heaven. What good things in Heaven haven't I eaten? Even a pig should have become a Golden Immortal by now, let alone me."

Xiaoqing was speechless and slumped weakly in her chair, saying, "I thought the God of Cookery was just a cook who prepared meals for the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother. I didn't expect him to have such benefits." As she said this, Xiaoqing gave him a complicated look and said, "I underestimated you."

Ling Chi chuckled: "Those without support are innocent."

Xiaoqing's eyebrows shot up: "You're saying I'm ignorant!?"

"What? Do you have a weapon?" Ling Chi stared at a certain spot on Xiao Qing's body and chuckled.

"..." Xiaoqing felt Ling Chi's gaze and hurriedly covered herself with her hands, feeling both ashamed and angry: "What are you doing!? Pervert!"

"Didn't you say you had one? Show me!" Ling Chi's eyes became increasingly lewd.

Support...support?

Xiaoqing suddenly realized something and blushed furiously: "You...you really are a big pervert!"

"What are you saying?" Ling Chi laughed. "With so many beautiful women around me, can't you tell what kind of person I am?"

"I...I knew you weren't a good person a long time ago," Xiaoqing said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Hmm, you have good taste," Ling Chi said with a smile. "I've never said I'm a good person."

"..." Xiaoqing was speechless in the face of such a shameless person.

Ling Chi walked up to her and extended his hand...

"What are you doing?" Xiaoqing hurriedly crossed her arms and glared angrily.

Ling Chi withdrew his hand and asked, "Where are you hurt?"

"..." Seeing the concern in his eyes, Xiaoqing was silent for a moment before saying, "Chest."

What a nice chest! For men, it might not seem like much, but for women...

Ling Chi raised his hand and cast a healing spell. Xiao Qing felt a warmth in her chest, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. In no time, the pain in her chest disappeared.

"Alright." Ling Chi nodded and said, "Touch it, it should be fine now."

Xiaoqing touched it and, sure enough, it didn't hurt anymore. A hint of joy appeared on her face, but then she saw Ling Chi staring intently at her, and her face flushed red. She glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?! You pervert!"

Ling Chi chuckled: "Everyone says that sharp-tongued women are narrow-minded, but I didn't expect you to be so broad-minded."

"..." Xiaoqing paused for a moment, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "Why do I always feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

“That must be an illusion.” Ling Chi stretched and said, “You leave again and again, and come back again and again. It’s clear that we have a deep connection. In that case, stay here! Be my personal maid for now. If you do well, I can give you the chance to live forever.”

"Who cares about your immortality?" Xiaoqing snorted and walked towards the backyard.

Would you not object to me being your personal maid?

Ling Chi smiled slightly and went back to the backyard to rest.

Silent all night.

Chapter 18 unintentionally ruined the plot.

The next morning, Su Mei saw Xiao Qing and chuckled, "Isn't this little Xiao Qing? Why are you back again?"

Xiaoqing pursed her lips, bowed, and said, "Xiaoqing greets Sister Su Mei."

Su Mei was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Little Qing, there's no need for such formality. What happened?"

Xiaoqing gave a soft "hmm" and recounted what had happened the previous night. After listening, Su Mei sneered, "A mere demon king of Phoenix Mountain dares to be so presumptuous? He's really courting death." She paused, then said, "It's good that Xiaoqing is alright, otherwise Bai would have been very sad."

Xiaoqing felt a warmth in her heart and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Su Mei."

Su Mei smiled and said, "Brother Ling is a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. If you treat him well, he will naturally treat you well; if you treat him badly, he will never give you a kind look." She patted Xiao Qing's shoulder and said, "Go and bring a basin of hot water to help Brother Ling wash up."

Xiaoqing nodded and began her day as a personal maid.

It must be said that Xiaoqing was quite competent as a personal maid, which was related to the fact that she had served Bai Suzhen for a period of time. It was just a change of person, but the job remained the same. The only difference was the gender; there were some things she needed to be more careful about.

After getting dressed and washing up with Xiaoqing's help, and having breakfast, Ling Chi was about to go for a walk when the gatekeeper came over to report: "Young master, there are two young ladies outside the door requesting an audience."

"Oh?" Ling Chi was somewhat surprised and asked, "What are their names?"

“One is named Hu Meiniang, and the other is named Caiyin,” the maid said.

"It's them?" Ling Chi was even more surprised and said, "Let them in."

"Yes."

Soon, Hu Meiniang and Caiyin arrived at the hall and greeted Ling Chi with a bow: "Hu Meiniang (Caiyin) greets the God of Cookery."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to see you all so soon. What happened?"

He didn't believe the two women would come over for no reason; they wouldn't come unless they had a reason.

"We..." Hu Meiniang was about to speak when she suddenly saw Xiaoqing standing next to Ling Chi. Her pupils contracted instantly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!?"

"Hmm?" Xiaoqing, who was sitting with her eyes downcast as her maid, raised her eyes when she heard Hu Meiniang's exclamation. She was slightly taken aback when she saw what was going on: "It's you?"

With a thud, Caiyin knelt down: "Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

"..."

Ling Chi turned to look at Xiao Qing: "You two know each other?"

Xiaoqing's lips twitched, and she said, "I was practicing my martial arts before I met the Golden Cymbal Dharma King last night, and I probably scared them."

"Oh?" Ling Chi turned to look at Cai Yin, who was trembling, and Hu Meiniang, who was sweating profusely with nervousness. Thinking about what happened yesterday and the continuity of time, he seemed to realize something: it shouldn't be practicing martial arts, but rather venting emotions!