Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ling Chi seemed to be deep in thought.

Among the three thousand demon gods, there is indeed a creation demon god, but he doesn't look much like Nuwa. The one is much bigger... cough!

Although she was one of the three thousand demon gods, the Creation Demon God ranked outside the top fifty and wasn't particularly remarkable. Unexpectedly, her corpse or essence transformed into Nuwa. Thinking about it carefully, the Creation Demon God did indeed have a human body and a snake tail, which makes sense.

As for Fuxi.

Among the three thousand demon gods, there are several with human bodies and snake tails. It is unknown which demon god Fuxi was transformed from.

It's not important, it's not important.

"Nuwa, have you left the valley in these past few hundred years?" Ling Chi asked.

"No." Nuwa shook her head and said, "It's too dangerous outside. There are countless wild beasts and all sorts of perils. I'm still too young to be born."

It's only been around for a few million years, so it's still quite young.

No kidding. Considering that the Three Pure Ones were born at the end of the Dragon-Han Calamity, Nuwa is indeed still a little girl now.

"Aren't you lonely being all alone every day?" Ling Chi asked.

"No way!" Nuwa sat up with some difficulty, rubbed her stomach, and said, "I still have many innate inheritances that I haven't learned. I'm busy learning these things every day, so how could I be lonely?"

Ling Chi looked ashamed. Compared to Nuwa, he was far too celibate and detached.

The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly. Ling Chi took out a flute and casually played a cheerful little tune.

Nuwa watched him play the flute with sparkling eyes. The melodious tune was a great pleasure to her ears, and she unconsciously lay back down on the ground and closed her eyes.

Because it was just a casual rendition, Ling Chi played for half an hour straight, incorporating much of his lifelong understanding of music, and blending it with his joyful mood, creating many cheerful tunes.

When the performance ended, the lingering sound truly echoed through the valley for three days.

Snore...

"..." Ling Chi turned his head to look at Nuwa, who was fast asleep. The little girl really didn't have any sleeping posture, but it was precisely because of this down-to-earth appearance that she was so cute.

Chapter Eight: Zai Hongjun's One Strike

A thousand years later, Ling Chi stood atop Mount Zhou, gazing out at the Thirty-Three Heavens. Truly, there were heavens beyond heavens, mysterious and profound.

Behind him, Nuwa, gnawing on a beast's leg, tugged at his clothes: "Brother Ling, we've reached the top of the mountain, let's find some ingredients!"

Looking at Nuwa, who was a size bigger than she had been a thousand years ago, Ling Chi said helplessly, "Eat less, you've gotten so fat."

"Oh." Nuwa channeled her magic and quickly transformed back into the slender little girl she was a thousand years ago: "That's fine."

"..." Ling Chi clapped his hands: "You're amazing."

If modern women who are constantly on the verge of dieting saw this, they'd be crying their eyes out in the bathroom. There's no way around it; losing weight isn't something you can just do whenever you want. Who told you you're not Nuwa (the goddess who created the Chinese goddess Nuwa)?

Although it was a mountaintop, the summit of Zhou Mountain was incredibly vast. Ling Chi and Nuwa split up and searched for almost a month before finally gathering all the ingredients they could find.

"Hehehe, Brother Ling, look, I dug up something good in the ground." Nuwa held two things that looked like radishes in her hands. These two 'radishes' were still struggling desperately under Nuwa's restraint, as if they were unwilling to be eaten.

Ling Chi blinked and asked, "What is this?"

To be honest, he had never seen this before. Although it looked like a radish, it was golden in color and had a simple texture on its skin, making it look very high-end.

"I don't know either, but I just ate one. It was fragrant, crispy, and sweet. It was delicious." Nuwa licked her lips and patted her little belly.

"..." Ling Chi quickly snatched the remaining two 'radishes' away: "All you do is eat. If you eat them all, we won't be able to plant them. What if we can't eat them in the future?"

"Hmm..." Nuwa pouted and said, "But it really tastes delicious!"

"Confiscate them! I'll eat them after I grow new ones." Ling Chi took the two 'radishes' into the farm and had them planted to see if more could grow.

This 'radish' isn't of very high quality; it's just that the golden color is considered high-grade. But we can try to improve the variety in the future. A considerable portion of the farm's agricultural products have already been cultivated into new, higher-quality varieties.

Nowadays, there are a large number of agricultural and livestock technology research experts in farms and ranches. It is because of their existence that farms and ranches can continuously innovate. Although they can only improve to the golden peak quality now, any achievement takes time. Since coming to this world, time has become the least valuable thing. They can study slowly and no one is in a hurry.

After Ling Chi sorted and stored away the various ingredients that he and Nuwa had found, he took out a large iron pot on the top of Zhou Mountain and started a fire to cook. Cooking on the top of Zhou Mountain is something that probably only Ling Chi has ever dared to do throughout history.

After all, Zhou Mountain was formed from the spine of Pangu, possessing extremely powerful Pangu pressure. Moreover, the pressure increases as you go higher, and at the top of the mountain, it can even make a Great Luo Golden Immortal unable to breathe. Only Ling Chi can cook here without changing his expression.

As for Nuwa, when we first met her, she was just a Taiyi Golden Immortal. But ever since she left the valley with Lingchi a thousand years ago, she has been eating and drinking non-stop and has managed to reach the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal, only one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint. Although the pressure from Pangu made her uncomfortable, she got used to it.

This time, Lingchi made braised goose in an iron pot. Because Nuwa is a little foodie, Lingchi always makes large portions when she cooks. Speaking of large portions, is there anything in the world larger than Northeastern Chinese cuisine?

What? Roasted whole lamb? Roasted whole cow? Roasted camel?

If we're only talking about 'big size,' the wild animals he keeps on his farm are tens of thousands of times bigger than camels. "Large portion" doesn't mean "big in size," don't get it wrong.

Lingchi Stewed Goose is made from the latest golden-quality goose from the farm. Its size is comparable to that of an ostrich, and its meat is incredibly tender and succulent. Paired with Northeastern-style pickled cabbage and cornbread stuck to the side of the pot, it is simply too delicious and a real treat on the cold mountaintop.

Nuwa's cheeks turned into frogs from all the food she ate.

tick-

"Hmm?" Ling Chi turned his head to look at a huge rock and said, "Which fellow Daoist is it? Why don't you come out and meet me?"

"I apologize for my rudeness." A young Taoist priest emerged from behind the rock. He wore a flamboyant golden Taoist robe, carried a dragon-headed cane, and had an extraordinary appearance and demeanor.

Ling Chi looked at him and asked, "How should I address you, fellow Daoist? And why are you here?"

"This humble Taoist is Hongjun." The young Taoist straightened his chest and raised his head, displaying the demeanor of a superior being: "I have come here to seek an opportunity."

"..." Ling Chi was silent for a moment, then said, "Hongjun?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you know me?" Hongjun asked with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although he had been traveling through the primordial world for tens of millions of years, the primordial world was too vast. He had been traveling around for tens of millions of years and had met some fellow Daoists, but he had never seen Ling Chi.

Could this young man be an old acquaintance of one of the Daoist friends?

"I don't know him." Ling Chi shook his head, took a bite of his goose leg, and said, "You said you came here to find an opportunity, did you find one?"

Hongjun hurriedly swallowed, regaining his aloof demeanor: "Since it is an opportunity, we should act according to fate. I just didn't expect to meet you here. May I ask how you, my dear brother and sister, are addressed?"

"I am Ling Chi, also known as the God of Cookery. This is my friend Nuwa, a native of Zhou Mountain," Ling Chi said. "It is fate that we have met. How about we have some food together, fellow Daoist?"

Hongjun quickly replied, "That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask."

"Make some room for Fellow Daoist Hongjun." Ling Chi pointed to the spot next to him, and a stone bench appeared on the ground.

Nuwa pouted, got up and sat down next to Ling Chi, making more room for Hongjun to sit.

"Thank you." Hongjun made a stone bench for himself, tucked his whisk into his back, and a bowl and chopsticks appeared in his hand. He then took a bite of the goose in the big iron pot.

Ling Chi: "..."

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Nuwa was so angry she almost flipped the table. She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. Before the master had even spoken, she shamelessly started eating with her chopsticks. How could anyone do that!

Hongjun ignored them and ate like a whirlwind. In no time, he had devoured a whole pot of goose and cornbread.

"belch--"

Hongjun was radiant with comfort. If it weren't for the fact that he was in front of outsiders, he would definitely have gotten a cloud bed and lay there comfortably basking in the sun.

This pot of food is so delicious! I've never eaten anything this good in my life. Compared to this meal, what I ate before wasn't food at all; it was all pig swill.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, are you satisfied with your meal?" Looking at the empty iron pot and Nuwa's red-eyed anger, Ling Chi took a deep breath and asked.

“Satisfied…cough!” Hongjun quickly regained his superior demeanor: “Acceptable.”

“…Hehe.” Ling Chi narrowed his eyes, concealing his various thoughts, and said, “In that case, please settle the bill for the meal, Fellow Daoist Hongjun.”

"???"

Hongjun looked bewildered: "Food fare?"

“Originally, I shouldn’t have accepted this.” Ling Chi said calmly, “I invited you to take a seat as a feast, but before I could even speak, you took out your bowl and chopsticks and ate all the food in the steamer without any regard for my attitude as the host. Therefore, this does not count as my feast. Please settle the bill.”

"..." Hongjun looked at Nuwa, who had a fierce yet adorable face, and after a moment of silence, asked, "How much does the meal cost?"

Ling Chi smiled faintly: "How about a top-grade innate spiritual treasure?"

They thought Hongjun would be furious, but to their surprise, Hongjun nodded and said, "That's how it should be."

Then Hongjun reached into his dantian, three inches from his brow, and pulled out a flag, saying, "This is the Plain Cloud Realm Flag, is that alright?"

"..."

As expected of the future Dao Ancestor, he is indeed very wealthy and powerful.

Ling Chi took the plain-colored cloud-shaped banner and said, "The payment is settled."

Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, regaining his composure as a master, and said, "Fellow Daoist, this delicacy is quite extraordinary. May I ask what it is called?"

Ling Chi really wanted to say "Iron Pot Stewed Goose," but since they had come to the prehistoric world, if they didn't choose a more sophisticated name, it would be unworthy of the Dao Ancestor's praise. In just a moment, Ling Chi thought of a name: "Qiankun Goose."

"What a magnificent Qiankun Wu!" Hongjun praised. "It may seem ordinary, but it contains extraordinary secrets. It is truly remarkable."

Nuwa blinked, her head full of question marks: Isn't this just stewed goose in an iron pot?! When did it turn into a Qiankun duck? I know what Qiankun is, but what is a duck?

"I'm glad you're satisfied, fellow Daoist." Ling Chi smiled again. "Do you have any contact information? How about ordering takeout?"

"..."

After listening to Ling Chi's explanation of the takeout method, Hong Jun was quite tempted, but this meal was too expensive. Just one pot of Qiankun Wu used up one of his top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Although he had found countless spiritual treasures over the years, top-grade innate spiritual treasures were limited. If he used one innate spiritual treasure per meal, he could only afford to eat it for thirty to fifty meals at most. It was too expensive.

"Um, I wonder what the price is for delivery services?"

If he had to consume a top-grade innate spiritual treasure for every meal, then even if he was extremely greedy, he could only afford to eat it once every ten thousand years. Any more frequently and he simply wouldn't be able to afford it.

"That depends on what quality of takeout you'd like, fellow Daoist." Ling Chi immediately took out a menu and price list, which Shuang'er and the others had just made in the Chef God Space. The price of each dish was marked as a primordial spiritual treasure or primordial spiritual material. If you think it's too expensive, no problem, there are also set meals. If you eat a set meal, you get a 9% discount. There's nothing more cost-effective than that.

"..."

Hongjun carefully examined the price list. The menu items all featured real pictures, along with detailed descriptions of the taste and effects of each dish. The more Hongjun looked, the more tempted he became. Moreover, some of the dishes were genuinely inexpensive; the cheapest only required the most common innate spiritual treasure, which was nothing to a wealthy man like him.

This relieved him; it seemed he could eat it more often from now on.

“My Daoist temple is located in Zixiao Palace on Yujing Mountain. Fellow Daoist, you can receive my messages by holding this talisman.” Hongjun took out a talisman and handed it to Ling Chi, saying, “If I need to order takeout in the future, I will contact you.”

Ling Chi accepted the talisman and smiled, "This humble Daoist accepts it. Whenever you wish to order takeout, I will be there to serve you."

Hongjun nodded, stood up and said, "This humble Taoist still needs to seek opportunities, so I will take my leave now."

"Fellow Daoist, walk slowly."

Ling Chi waved enthusiastically, watching Hongjun depart. Once he was far away, Ling Chi took out the Plain Cloud Banner and handed it to Nuwa: "This Plain Cloud Banner has countless uses; you should take it and refine it!"

Nuwa, who had been fuming, was immediately moved. This was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure! How many top-grade innate spiritual treasures were there in the entire prehistoric world? Probably less than a few hundred. Creatures in the prehistoric world would fight to the death for even a low-grade innate spiritual treasure, sometimes even causing the extinction of their entire race. But Ling Chi had casually given her a top-grade innate spiritual treasure...