Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ning Zhongze frowned, looking slightly tired: "With Chi'er gone, who can be a match for Zuo Lengchan?"

"This..." A moment of silence fell over the room.

After a moment, Linghu Chong said, "Don't worry, Master's wife. Even if Junior Brother isn't here, we still have Master!"

“Senior Brother?” Ning Zhongze’s expression softened slightly as she thought of Yue Buqun, who had been in seclusion for more than half a year. She nodded and said, “Senior Brother must have gained a lot during his seclusion. Perhaps he can really defeat Zuo Lengchan.”

“Master’s wife, there’s no need to worry. Your disciple will go to the Cliff of Contemplation to see Master.” Linghu Chong volunteered, “Master will surely come out of seclusion to meet the enemy once he hears the news.”

Ning Zhongze nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Chong'er."

"This is a disciple's duty."

After the meeting, Linghu Chong went straight to the Cliff of Contemplation.

……

Cliff of Repentance.

Yue Buqun scratched his butt.

Chapter Forty-Five: Returning to the Mountain

Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of the Huashan Sect, has been expelled from the sect.

When Ling Chi heard the news, he was completely stunned.

At first, I thought this was fake news. Why would Linghu Chong be expelled from the Huashan Sect for no reason?

But upon closer reflection, I suddenly felt a tightness in my anus.

Could it be? No way!!

A chill ran up my spine, and soon I was covered in a cold sweat.

Wiping away cold sweat, Ling Chi immediately went to gather intelligence on the martial arts world over the past six months.

Although he had been busy cooking in the kitchen since arriving in the capital and knew nothing about the affairs of the martial arts world, his family's waiter was always shuttling between the first and second floors and had heard all sorts of firsthand news about the martial arts world. He only needed to ask the waiter to know about the major events in the martial arts world.

Only after asking did I realize that so many major events had occurred in the martial arts world during my time in seclusion.

Ren Woxing was killed by Dongfang Bubai, and his power was destroyed. The Sun Moon Sect was unified, but it was severely weakened.

The Holy Maiden Ren Yingying has disappeared without a trace.

Zuo Lengchan of Mount Song initiated the proposal to unite the Five Sacred Mountains factions;

Yue Buqun left the seclusion, and Linghu Chong was expelled from the Huashan Sect.

……

Ling Chi organized the intelligence and the timeline, and formed a fairly complete guess in his mind.

The key point is that Yue Buqun expelled Linghu Chong from the sect on the very day he emerged from seclusion.

too suddenly.

Those who don't know the inside story certainly can't understand that, although Linghu Chong has a lot of bad habits, he is indeed the most outstanding Huashan disciple besides Ling Chi, and even in the entire martial arts world, he is a top-notch young master.

This is the kind of disciple who was expelled so easily?

Anyone with a sound mind knows there must be something more to it.

Ling Chi roughly guessed the hidden story and felt great sympathy for Linghu Chong, while at the same time feeling increasingly puzzled by Yue Buqun's perversion.

Even if the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is indeed very evil, it shouldn't have turned Yue Buqun into this, right? First, they harassed him, and then...

The image of Linghu Chong clutching his buttocks, leaving the Huashan Sect in utter grief and indignation flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder and shake his head repeatedly, wishing the BL (Boys' Love) would disappear!

Now there's a problem. Although Linghu Chong has left the Huashan Sect, there are still hundreds of disciples, more than 90% of whom are male. Given Yue Buqun's current monstrous nature, will he let them go?

"..."

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

If this continues, the Huashan Sect will be destroyed by Yue Buqun sooner or later.

Ling Chi felt it was necessary to clean house for the Huashan Sect.

……

That evening, after returning home, Ling Chi suggested going back to the Huashan Sect for the New Year.

"Back to the Huashan Sect?" Shuang'er was somewhat surprised: "Brother, isn't that..."

“Times have changed.” Ling Chi shook his head, looking quite emotional.

Feng Qingyang seemed to be deep in thought: "Has something happened to the Huashan Sect?"

“Something really has happened.” Ling Chi poured Feng Qingyang a cup of hot tea and recounted the intelligence he had just compiled, along with his own analysis.

After hearing this, Feng Qingyang and Shuang'er were both stunned.

Feng Qingyang's lips trembled: "Yue... Yue Buqun actually... dared to..."

"Grandmaster Feng, don't be anxious. This is just my guess, it may not be true." Seeing Feng Qingyang's face turn pale with anger, Ling Chi quickly comforted him: "That's why I need to go back and see. I need to understand the situation before making any plans."

"Go back!" Feng Qingyang suddenly stood up: "I'll go back with you!"

"Grandmaster Feng, you..."

"No need for further words!" Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn, yet tinged with anger: "Although I am old, I will not stand idly by and watch Yue Buqun destroy the Huashan Sect!"

"..."

Ling Chi nodded and said, "In that case, after my disciple closes the Chef God Restaurant tomorrow, I will return to Mount Hua with Grandmaster Feng."

Feng Qingyang's expression softened slightly: "Alright."

"Young master, please take me with you!" Chunxiang said hurriedly, "so that I can serve you, young lady and old master along the way."

"Yes! Young master, please take us with you!" the other maids volunteered.

"No need." Ling Chi waved his hand: "The New Year is coming soon. I'll give you all a long holiday so you can go home and celebrate the New Year with your families. You can come back after the Lantern Festival next year." He paused for a moment: "Each of you will receive ten taels of silver and a bolt of silk. Have a good New Year with your families."

"Young Master..." The maids were deeply moved.

Ten taels of silver is enough for an ordinary person's food, clothing, and daily necessities for six years; a bolt of silk is enough to make a new set of clothes for a family of six or seven. A generous host like Ling Chi is rare throughout history.

"Shuang'er, I'm leaving this matter to you," Ling Chi said.

"Okay." Shuang'er nodded. "Shuang'er will handle it."

……

The next day, Ling Chi finished handling the New Year's closure of Chef God Restaurant, gave year-end bonuses to the chefs and waiters, and then closed the restaurant.

Shuang'er also gave each of the eight maids ten taels of silver and eight bolts of silk. The house was also tidied up, and they were just waiting to return to the mountain the next day.

That day, Ling Chi checked the training progress of the eight maids.

Thanks to the stimulation of delicious food over the past few months, the eight maids have all accumulated nearly ten years' worth of internal energy, almost reaching the controllable limit of the Huashan Heart Sutra. When Ling Chi returns this time, he will have to find a suitable follow-up internal energy cultivation method for them.

Hunyuan Gong cultivates both internal and external aspects, and is not suitable for women to practice, otherwise they will become tough women.

Besides their internal strength, the eight maids had also mastered the Huashan swordsmanship to a considerable degree. With their current combat prowess, even seven or eight burly men couldn't get close to them, so it was safe to let them go home for the New Year.

After having their last dinner before the New Year, the eight maids bid farewell to their master early the next morning and went home to celebrate the New Year.

Ling Chi pushed out a wheelbarrow that hadn't been used for months: "Uncle-Master Feng, get on, let's go!"

Feng Qingyang: "..."

Feng Qingyang sat on the wheelbarrow, one on each side of Shuang'er, his face disheveled in the wind.

……

Three days later, the wheelbarrow, unable to withstand the ravages of the journey, tragically fell apart.

Fortunately, the three of them were only about 20 li away from the Huashan Sect, so they could walk back.

Feng Qingyang sneezed and blew his nose; he seemed to have caught a cold.

Huashan Town, Hero's Inn.

Feng Qingyang lay on the bed in the back room, finished the dark medicine soup, sighed, lay back on the bed, and sighed, "I'm getting old, I'm getting old."

"It's all my fault for forgetting that Grandmaster Feng is getting old and can't withstand such a bumpy ride," Ling Chi said, feeling very guilty.

"It's none of your business. I myself didn't expect my body to be so weak." Feng Qingyang coughed twice, his face becoming a little rosier. "Alas! Thinking about it carefully, I am already over eighty years old, and I'm afraid my time is almost up."

“Uncle-Master Feng, please don’t say such unlucky things. You will surely live to be a hundred years old,” Ling Chi comforted him.

"Live to a hundred? Heh, so what?" Feng Qingyang smiled helplessly: "Life is but a fleeting hundred years, youth fades to old age in the blink of an eye, and in the end, we are nothing more than a handful of yellow earth, forgotten by all after thousands of years. Ah, life!"

Ling Chi and Shuang'er fell silent after hearing these words.

If there were no God of Cookery System, no Longevity Fish... would they end up like Feng Qingyang now?

Why do people die? Just thinking about it is terrifying.

but……

“Uncle-Master Feng, you’ve only caught a cold, you’re far from dying!” Ling Chi said, “I think you’re just too lonely. I’ll find you a beautiful companion later, and I guarantee you’ll be happy every day.”

Feng Qingyang: "..."

Shuang'er chuckled, covered her mouth, and ran out, afraid that Uncle Feng would be embarrassed.

"Get out! Get out!" Feng Qingyang snapped.

Ling Chi fled in panic, covering his head.

Chapter Forty-Six: Too Many Secrets

After three days of rest, Feng Qingyang recovered. He ate a few meat buns and felt completely refreshed and full of energy, his only thought being to rush up to the Huashan Sect and hang Yue Buqun up for a good beating.

With only seven days left until the end of the year, for some reason, winter on Mount Hua is exceptionally cold this year. Early in the morning, the sky was overcast, threatening snow at any moment.

With their profound inner strength, Feng Qingyang, Ling Chi, and Shuang'er, dressed in thin clothes and carrying long swords, headed towards the Huashan Sect.

……

Yue Buqun had been out of seclusion for half a month and was now sitting in the main hall with a serious expression, looking at the various pieces of information about the martial arts world presented by his disciples.