Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

The sages act on behalf of Heaven, and no living being under the Heavenly Dao can escape the control of the Six Sages. No matter how much trouble the creatures of the primordial world cause, as long as the sages intervene, they will only have the fate of being manipulated.

That's why we have sayings like "it's all predestined" and "fate cannot be defied."

Let alone Jinlian, even Ling Chi himself, if he cannot break through to the top-level diamond-colored culinary skills when a future sage appears, he will be the biggest ant under the Heavenly Dao. He may be able to bite the sage, but he will definitely be slapped to death by the sage.

The prehistoric world is so dangerous that we need to develop cautiously and avoid recklessness.

“Walking is too tiring, come on…” Ling Chi released the long-lost panda Pangda, jumped onto Pangda’s back and sat down, and beckoned to Jinlian: “Sit on.”

Jinlian was utterly shocked to see the giant panda appear out of nowhere, her eyes gradually turning into little stars: "So cute!"

Chapter Eleven: The Golden Apple and Green Hill

Speaking of Panda Pangda, ever since he transmigrated into this world, he has been living in the bamboo forest of the farm, eating bamboo. As the primordial world was created, savage beasts were born. After Ling Chi captured a batch of them and kept them in captivity, Panda Pangda became a carnivore. He stared at those savage beasts all day long, and now he has eaten no less than 10,000 savage beasts.

Perhaps due to consuming too many savage beasts, Fatty's size has grown exponentially, now reaching a hundred zhang in length and thirty zhang in height. Its cultivation has also long since broken through to the Quasi-Saint level, and its strength even surpasses that of Ling Chi. However, despite its enormous size, Fatty shows no sign of ferocity; instead, it has become even more adorable, like a six-month-old panda.

Even Jinlian overlooked Pangda's size when she saw him; all she could think about was his incredibly cute appearance.

Ling Chi and Jin Lian nestled in the slightly stiff fur of the fat man and said, "Let's wander around and call out if we find anything good."

"Hmm~~~~" Fatty let out a cute cry and walked lazily forward.

Jinlian rolled around in the fur on the fat beast's back a few times, and exclaimed contentedly, "How wonderful, young master, what is this giant beast called?"

“Panda,” Ling Chi said, “I named it Fatty.”

"Fatty?" Jinlian chuckled and said, "Very fitting."

Fatty yawned, his nose twitched, and he quickly found a tree growing golden apples.

"Mmmmm~"

Hearing the fat man's shout, Ling Chi opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at the tree with golden apples, his face showing surprise.

Golden Apple?

After jumping off Fatty, Ling Chi looked at the apple tree, which was over ten feet tall, and then at the surrounding environment. A small hillside had been broken by Fatty.

Ling Chi looked enlightened. A natural spiritual root like the Golden Apple Tree should be protected by a natural array. That small hill was a key part of the array, but it was violently destroyed by Fatty, thus exposing the Golden Apple Tree.

However, the Golden Apple Tree itself has the ability to hide, almost blending into the surrounding environment. Even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal destroys the great formation, it is difficult to find the Golden Apple Tree.

"They certainly know how to hide it." Ling Chi observed the environment and soil in which the Golden Apple Tree grew. Apart from its roots being embedded in a small tributary of a spiritual vein, there was nothing else unusual about it.

But this small tributary of the spiritual vein possessed unimaginably vast spiritual power. Without saying a word, Ling Chi transplanted the Golden Apple Tree, along with the entire underground tributary of the spiritual vein, into the farm.

The golden apple tree has already produced a batch of ripe golden apples. There are twelve golden apples on the tree, which is a very rare number. But after learning about the function of the golden apples, Ling Chi can only say: it's worth the price.

Golden Apple: Charm +100, effects cannot be stacked.

This isn't a golden apple; it's walking hormones.

No wonder the three goddesses in Greek mythology fought over a golden apple; with such power, which goddess could resist it?

I never expected that there would be things from Greek mythology in the prehistoric world, and this is the western part of the prehistoric world. Is there any special significance to this?

Ling Chi put away the twelve golden apples, rested his chin on his hand and pondered: Should I eat them or not?

Although charm is different from appearance, charm is like a modern celebrity. If an ordinary idol star has 10 points of charm, and an Asian superstar has 30 points of charm, then MJ, who once drove the world crazy, should have 50 points of charm.

50 points of charm would drive the world crazy, but a golden apple would be worth 100 points. Ling Chi believed that whoever ate this golden apple would never be able to leave the house again, otherwise it would definitely cause countless traffic jams and accidents.

This is no golden apple; it's clearly a poisoned apple.

No wonder Aphrodite (the goddess of love and beauty, the one with the missing arm), who finally obtained the golden apple, was also the goddess of lust. It's likely that after eating the golden apple, her charm became so great that her husband couldn't keep her, which led to so many scandalous stories.

Ling Chi made a decision: this golden apple cannot be given to anyone; it would cause a major disaster.

After hiding the golden apple, Ling Chi returned to the outside world and continued to rest with Jin Lian on Pang Da's back. They walked and stopped like this. Perhaps Pang Da had a talent for treasure hunting. In just over a thousand years, Pang Da found no less than a hundred kinds of innate spiritual roots. Although their quality was not as good as the top ten innate spiritual roots, they were still quite remarkable.

In addition, there were many spiritual materials, spiritual stones, and spiritual beasts, most of which were innate, which brought Ling Chi many unexpected joys. At the same time, he was also amazed that the West was no less than the East at this time!

Thinking of the later conflict between the demonic and righteous paths, which led to the destruction of the western spiritual veins and turned it into the most barren land in the entire prehistoric world, Ling Chi clicked his tongue and sighed: What bad luck!

It's no wonder that Hongjun granted two saintly positions to the West. Otherwise, he would not have been able to repay the karmic debt for destroying the West, and even a saint who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao might have fallen from his realm.

He never imagined that these two Western sages, in order to restore the West's vitality, would set their sights on the East, and even take advantage of the Investiture of the Gods to plunder the entire Jie Sect, thus laying the foundation for the West's great prosperity.

Although many authors of prehistoric fantasy novels portray the two Western Saints as despicable villains, if you put yourself in their shoes, what would you do if you were one of the two Western Saints, starting with just one pair of underwear?

They might be even more despicable and shameless than them! After all, the West couldn't prosper without doing so. Sometimes, some people and some things aren't good or bad, just different perspectives.

An ancient monster like Lingchi, who has lived for billions of years, has long transcended the concept of good and evil. For his own benefit, he would do even more ruthless things than the two Western Saints.

……

Just as Ling Chi was scouring the West, Rahu, who had been making his fortune in the prehistoric world, returned to the West.

Luo Hou had just returned when he noticed that the spiritual energy in the West seemed a bit thinner. This made him frown and he summoned his subordinates to ask, "I have only been gone for ten thousand years, why has the spiritual energy in the West become thinner?"

"Thin?" Luo Hou's subordinate was taken aback: "This... I didn't find it thin at all!"

Luo Hou's eyes turned cold, and he kicked him to the ground: "Useless!"

The subordinate who had been kicked over hurriedly scrambled back and knelt down: "Master, spare my life! Master, spare my life!"

"Hmph!" Rahu said in a deep voice, "In the past ten thousand years, has anything significant happened?"

event?

His subordinate felt a chill run down his spine, recalling the incident years ago when Western creatures suddenly became extremely aggressive. If they hadn't changed from their domineering ways to more moderate methods, the West would probably have been in chaos long ago.

Seeing his subordinate's expression suddenly change, Luo Hou's eyes turned cold, and he kicked him again: "You'd better tell the truth!"

His subordinate was sent flying backward, his face bruised and swollen, but he paid no heed to that and ran back to kneel down: "Yes, yes, when the leader left the West, the creatures of the West did not know why..."

After listening to his subordinate's account, Rahu frowned deeply: "How could the creatures of the West have become so violent?"

"I am unaware of this matter. I investigated it back then, but found nothing."

After hearing this explanation, Rahu's face turned ashen. He finally calculated the cause and effect with his fingers, but just as his subordinates said, he gained nothing. It seemed that everything was just a matter of course.

It's only natural?

Rahu was in a very bad mood; he seemed to sense the malice of heaven and earth towards him. First, the creatures of the West rebelled against him, and then the spiritual energy of the West thinned by one ten-thousandth in just ten thousand years.

Don't underestimate this one ten-thousandth. If it's only one ten-thousandth of the energy that's diluted in ten thousand years, then it would only take one hundred million years for the Western spiritual energy to be completely exhausted. One hundred million years is unimaginable for those short-lived beings, but for a powerful being like him who has almost no end to his life, one hundred million years is just a blink of an eye. After all, more than one hundred million years have passed in the primordial world since the creation of heaven and earth.

If we take the present as the starting point of creation, then a hundred million years from now, the West will become a barren land devoid of spiritual energy. This is tantamount to digging up the roots of the West, and it is absolutely unacceptable.

After thinking for a long time, Luo Hou felt that the world was warning him about the various crimes he had committed over the years, telling him to behave himself in the future, or else he would have to wait for his old lair to become a wasteland!

Thinking of this, Luo Hou's expression turned grim. He cultivated the Path of Destruction, his ultimate goal being to destroy the primordial world and everything else. Only in this way could he attain the Primordial Dao. His existence was like a cancer cell in this world, relying on it for existence, yet his ultimate goal was to destroy it. This world would certainly not allow him to do this, and would definitely try every means to destroy him.

The current thinning of spiritual energy in the West is likely the first step in stopping him.

Hmph! I will prove my Dao, and neither heaven nor earth can stop me!

Rahu's resolve grew stronger, but he also knew that he couldn't rely on force at this point; he had to outsmart him.

I will endure for some time, and when the time is right, I will destroy everything and attain sainthood!

……

After battling the autumn winds in the west for thousands of years, Ling Chi discovered that the spiritual energy in the west had thinned out. He felt that if things continued like this, he would have to bear the consequences, so he stopped and headed north.

With his departure, the spiritual energy in the West ceased to weaken, which relieved Rahu and confirmed his own thoughts. His forbearance grew stronger, which also brought a relatively peaceful period to the myriad races of the prehistoric world.

As time went by, more than a hundred powerful races gradually emerged among the myriad races of the primordial world. These hundred races occupied increasingly larger territories and shouldered the mission of exterminating savage beasts. The weaker races either relied on others, fled to distant lands, or were bullied. In short, their lives were not very good. Among them was the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of Qingqiu Mountain.

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is a medium-sized race. Originally, they were the absolute overlords within a radius of tens of millions of miles around Qingqiu Mountain. However, the White Tiger Clan rose to power and continuously expanded their territory, eventually extending into the Qingqiu Mountain area.

The White Tiger Clan's patriarch possesses the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and its more than one hundred elders are also at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, making them undeniably powerful. In contrast, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of Qingqiu Mountain, although its patriarch possesses the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, only has about ten elders at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, making them no match for the White Tiger Clan.

However, the White Tiger Clan Chief, seeing the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Chief's stunning beauty, harbored wicked intentions and sent someone to deliver a message before the conflict between the two clans broke out.

"Our clan leader said that as long as the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader is willing to marry our clan leader, the two clans can avoid fighting, and the Nine-Tailed Fox clan will be taken care of by our White Tiger clan in the future. This is a win-win situation, and we hope that the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader will agree to it so as not to damage the harmony between the two clans."

The Nine-Tailed Fox clan was furious upon hearing the message from the White Tiger clan. They had once been the absolute overlords of a region spanning millions of miles. Now, not only had the White Tiger clan invaded their territory, but they were also forcibly taking their clan leader as their wife—a blatant insult to the Nine-Tailed Fox clan.

After the White Tiger Clan messenger left, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan elders stood up with grim faces to express their opposition to the marriage.

"Clan leader, our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is the overlord of the area within tens of millions of miles of Qingqiu Mountain. Not only has the White Tiger Clan invaded our homeland, but they have also humiliated us in this way. We cannot swallow this insult, otherwise our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan will have no place to stand in the future," an elder of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan said angrily.

“The Third Elder is right.” Another Nine-Tailed Fox Clan elder stood up and said, “This White Tiger Clan relies on its strength to act arrogantly and domineeringly. They are extremely barbaric. Our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is of noble birth and will never submit to such barbarians!”

"We also object!"

"Excellent! We cannot submit to such barbaric races!"

"What are the White Tiger Clan anyway! Let's fight them!"

"Let's do it!"

The leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is a fox spirit with nine tails, proving her cultivation level as a Great Luo Golden Immortal. She is incredibly beautiful; even a modern-day otaku who is used to Photoshop would rub her face tens of thousands of times upon seeing her.

At this moment, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Chief sat upright on a long bench, her brows furrowed as she faced the elders' impassioned outburst.

These elders were unaware of the White Tiger Clan's strength, but she, as the clan leader, knew. Long before the White Tiger Clan's territory began to border the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's, she had been investigating the White Tiger Clan's intelligence. The results of her investigation terrified her. Although she and the White Tiger Clan's clan leader were both Great Luo Golden Immortal level experts, the number of Taiyi Golden Immortal level experts under their command differed by ten times, and the difference in strength among their subordinates was even greater.

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan was never a race that relied on strength. They became the overlords of Qingqiu Mountain by virtue of their intelligence and the relative weakness of other nearby races. However, the White Tiger Clan was completely different from other races. They were born with powerful bodies, not only possessing immense strength, but also being better suited for combat in terms of speed, skill, and other aspects. They were practically a race born for battle.

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has no chance of winning against this race. Although the elders before them are all dissatisfied and resentful, if they were to actually fight the White Tiger Clan, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan would definitely be the ones to suffer in the end.

What should I do?

The stunningly beautiful nine-tailed fox clan leader was extremely worried. Her furrowed brows added to her delicate and pitiful appearance, making any male creature feel a strong urge to protect her.

Just then, a young five-tailed fox rushed in: "Clan leader, there is a cultivator riding a giant beast outside requesting an audience."

Chapter Twelve: The First Great Tribulation

Monk?

The elders all frowned, wondering whether the visitor was friend or foe.

"Please come in." The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Chief decisively issued the order. Regardless of whether the visitor was friend or foe, they needed to be seen first to know.

"Yes." The five-tailed fox bowed and stepped back, then soon brought the person in.

Upon seeing the newcomer, all the nine-tailed foxes were amazed: What a handsome man!

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is a race with exceptionally high acting skills, but upon seeing this man, they had to admit that he was the most handsome man they had ever seen in their lives, even surpassing the most handsome man in the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.