Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Having figured out the details, Ling Chi nodded: "In that case, fellow Daoist, just say a word when the time comes."

Seeing that Ling Chi had agreed, Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you are very kind."

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed to ask Ling Chibai to do his work, Hongjun took out a golden lotus platform with twelve petals and said, "This is the Twelfth Grade Merit Golden Lotus. It contains the merit of the creation of the world. Sitting on it will protect you with merit and make you invincible. It is truly a supreme treasure with unparalleled defense. Please accept it, Fellow Daoist Chef."

"..." Ling Chi silently accepted the Twelfth Grade Merit Golden Lotus, thinking to himself: Will the Western Sect cause me any trouble in the future?

Forget it, once the treasure is in my hands, it's mine. If Randeng or Jieyin are ever dissatisfied, they can come after me. I've already accepted it.

……

Perhaps not feeling comfortable with just asking Ling Chi for help, Hongjun later invited Qiankun Ancestor, Diandao Ancestor, and Yinyang Ancestor to assist him. Only then did Hongjun feel confident and began to cultivate in seclusion, waiting to enter the tribulation.

During this period, the bean soldiers sent by Lingchi also got busy. Taking advantage of the arrival of the first great calamity, they seized the time to collect all kinds of rare ingredients. Even some immature ingredients were taken away and transplanted to farms and ranches. Although they might not grow back to their original form on farms and ranches, it was still better than being destroyed by the great calamity.

The conflict between the three races was not a minor skirmish that could be resolved in a few decades or centuries, but rather lasted for a full twelve cycles from beginning to end. During this period, the number of people from all three races who died on the battlefield exceeded 'trillions,' resulting in endless carnage.

However, in order to seize the only chance to become a saint after dominating the prehistoric world, the three races would not repent. So the three races gathered their last strength and chose the west as the battlefield to carry out the final battle.

This infuriated Rahu, who had been hiding for countless eons. As the saying goes, trouble comes from nowhere. Rahu never dreamed that the three races would choose the West as the final battlefield. Under his management over the past eons, the West had become incredibly prosperous, even more so than the East. Unexpectedly, after the three races started fighting in the West, the West was destroyed in a very short time.

Luo Hou was furious and immediately led his men to activate the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, wanting to let the three races know the consequences of destroying the West. But at this moment, Hongjun made his move.

"Luo Hou, this humble Taoist has arrived." Hongjun, holding a dragon-headed cane and riding on auspicious clouds, floated to a hundred meters away from Luo Hou with an air of otherworldly elegance. At the same time, the Qiankun Ancestor, the Diandao Ancestor, and the Yin-Yang Ancestor also appeared, clearly indicating that they were going to gang up on Luo Hou today.

Seeing this, Luo Hou couldn't help but sneer repeatedly: "Hongjun, you are truly shameless!"

"This matter concerns the attainment of the Primordial Dao, so I have no choice but to resort to this drastic measure," Luo Hou said calmly. "Furthermore, your ultimate goal is to destroy the primordial world, so how can I tolerate you?"

Luo Hou snorted coldly: "Enough with the nonsense, let me show you the power of my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

Rahu immediately activated the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, vowing to kill Hongjun there.

"Fellow Daoists, please follow me into the formation," Hongjun requested.

"It is only right." The three patriarch-level figures who had been invited to help entered the Immortal Slaughtering Formation with Hongjun, and then each took a position and devoted all their efforts to breaking the formation.

Luo Hou had refined the Zhuxian Sword Formation for countless eons, and had already mastered it to perfection. Moreover, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was originally a formation that could fight four opponents at once. Facing the four old Taoists led by Hongjun, Luo Hou immediately used all his strength, and the four Zhuxian swords turned into merciless killing weapons, covering the four paths.

The fact that Hongjun was able to invite them to help meant that the cultivation levels of the Qiankun Ancestor, the Diandao Ancestor, and the Yinyang Ancestor were quite remarkable. All three of them were at the Quasi-Saint level, and had even reached the advanced Quasi-Saint level. Although they were not as powerful as Hongjun and Luo Hou, they were able to hold their own for a while thanks to their own supernatural powers and magic treasures. Hongjun knew that this battle would not end quickly, so he prepared for a protracted war early on.

For a time, Luo Hou and the four paths of Hongjun were locked in a stalemate.

Luo Hou was getting annoyed after failing to break through for so long. He had refined the Zhuxian Sword Formation for countless eons, but he still couldn't defeat four of them. This was really unexpected. But he hated Hongjun even more for his shamelessness. It was supposed to be a fight between the two of them, but he dragged others into it to take the blame. If it weren't for the fact that he was unable to concentrate his strength on Hongjun in order to deal with the other three, he would have already shown Hongjun why the flowers were so red!

As time went by, Luo Hou saw that the four paths still had the ability to fight for a long time, and he knew in his heart that if this dragged on, he would be the one who would eventually be worn down.

With a fierce determination, Luo Hou's eyes turned blood red, and he roared, "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, explode!"

"Not good!" Hongjun shouted, and then a loud bang was heard as the Zhuxian Sword Formation self-destructed.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is a supreme innate treasure-level formation composed of the Four Immortal Slaughtering Swords and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram. The power generated by the formation's explosion was immense. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, everything was reduced to nothingness. The Ancestor of Heaven and Earth, the Ancestor of Inverted Heaven and Earth, and the Ancestor of Yin and Yang did not even have time to scream before they were blown to pieces and disappeared into the world.

At the last moment, Hongjun used the Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus and the Flaming Banner to block the self-destruction of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Although he was in a sorry state, he managed to survive.

Although the Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken, the four Zhuxian swords flew back to Luo Hou's hands one after another. Unfortunately, the Zhuxian Formation diagram had been destroyed in the self-destruction and could not be set up again.

But it doesn't matter. With the Qiankun Ancestor and the others dead, and Luo Hou wielding the Four Swords of Zhuxian, he is confident he can kill Hongjun alone!

"Hongjun, you didn't expect this, did you!" Luo Hou's aura gradually rose as he stared coldly at Hongjun and sneered, "Always thinking of bullying the weak with numbers, without cultivating your own body, this is the end result."

“…” Hongjun stood on the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, protected by the Flaming Light Banner, holding the dragon-headed cane, and said calmly, “Luo Hou, you are celebrating too soon.”

"Hmm?" Luo Hou was wary inside, but outwardly he was dismissive: "Now that things have come to this, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on!"

"I have exhausted all my means, but a fellow Daoist will deal with you." Hongjun suddenly roared, "Fellow Daoist Chef, help me!"

A master chef?!

Rahu was startled and looked around, but found nothing.

"..." Hongjun remained silent for a moment, his face already filled with panic, and roared again, "Fellow Daoist Chef! Quickly help me!"

"Okay, okay." Ling Chi suddenly appeared, holding dumpling wrappers and a rolling pin in his hand: "Seriously, even making dumplings can't put my mind at ease."

"..." Upon seeing Ling Chi appear, Hongjun finally breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled bitterly: "It is my fault for disturbing fellow Daoist's dumpling making, but this concerns the life and death of the entire prehistoric world. I hope fellow Daoist Chef will lend a hand to eliminate Rahu."

"It's you!?" From the moment Ling Chi appeared, Luo Hou's eyes widened, his pupils bloodshot, filled with shock and anger. He could never forget the person who had stolen his God-Slaying Spear and humiliated him for life. He never expected that after countless eons, he would see him again today.

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet. Surrounded by the Four Swords of Zhuxian, Luo Hou trembled all over: "You villain! I will never let you die!"

"Huh?" Ling Chi turned to look at Luo Hou, seeing him standing on the Black Lotus of Annihilation and surrounded by the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and clicked his tongue: "If I had known that your path was to destroy the primordial world, I should have killed you back then."

"Bastards!" Rahu roared in fury, "So what if there are two of you! Today, I, Rahu, will kill you both! To prove the path of destruction!"

"Don't worry." Ling Chi put away the dumpling wrappers and rolling pin, drew out the God-Slaying Spear that had been nurtured for countless eons in his Purple Mansion, stepped on the Golden Lotus of Merit, and said calmly, "You cannot attain the Dao."

Feeling the aura of a supreme innate treasure emanating from the God-Slaying Spear, Luo Hou was furious. Although the spear's color and attributes had changed, its appearance and aura remained the same. This was the God-Slaying Spear that Ling Chi had snatched from him back then: "Damn it!"

Hongjun was terrified when he saw the God-Slaying Spear in Ling Chi's hand and the aura that could destroy him. He never dreamed that Ling Chi possessed such a treasure. Although he had many spiritual treasures, he only had the Jade Disc of Creation as a supreme innate treasure. Moreover, the Jade Disc of Creation was meant to help him comprehend the Dao and didn't offer much help in combat. Otherwise, he wouldn't usually carry a dragon-headed staff as a weapon. If he had a supreme treasure, who would be willing to not use it?

Fortunately, fortunately, the God of Cookery is a righteous person, otherwise this old Taoist would not be alive.

Hongjun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Fellow Daoist Chef, let's join forces to attack Luo Hou and make him perish here!"

“Alright.” Ling Chi had no intention of playing the hero one-on-one. With Hongjun’s help, he should naturally ask Hongjun to contribute more. After all, this was Hongjun’s tribulation. What if he took away Hongjun’s main position, resulting in insufficient merit and inability to attain enlightenment? He couldn’t bear that responsibility.

"The friends of a despicable person are indeed despicable people!" Rahu roared, "Come on! Today, you will either die or perish!"

"If you can do it, then give it a try!" Ling Chi stepped on the Golden Lotus of Merit and brandished the God-Slaying Spear as he charged forward. Hong Jun also stepped on the White Lotus of Purification and brandished the Dragon-Headed Staff as he charged towards Rahu.

All three were at the peak of Quasi-Saint level. Although it was two against one, Luo Hou had the Black Lotus of Annihilation protecting him. Although he was slightly disheveled for a while, he ultimately withstood the attacks of the two. Moreover, his Four Swords of Immortal Execution were also extremely powerful treasures. A couple of unexpected sword strikes were enough to frighten Hongjun so much that he dared not risk injury for injury.

Because of Hongjun's timidity, he not only did not help Lingchi, but also hindered her, which made Lingchi very depressed.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, step back!" After tens of thousands of rounds, seeing Hongjun becoming more and more timid, Ling Chi grew impatient and shouted, "I'll do it myself!"

"..."

Chapter Fourteen: Tears of Despair

Hongjun blushed. It was clearly his tribulation, but he was rejected by Ling Chi because of his cowardice, which made him lose face. To make matters worse, he had just retreated to catch his breath when Luo Hou, who had been attacking fiercely before, was defeated by Ling Chi alone and could only defend himself without being able to fight back.

The obvious facts told him that if he hadn't been a hindrance, Ling Chi would have beaten Luo Hou to a pulp long ago, and the beating wouldn't have been so dramatic.

Although it was incredibly awkward, as the one destined to face this calamity, he couldn't let Ling Chi be the protagonist. Otherwise, Heaven would be impartial, and if it learned that Ling Chi had helped him through this tribulation, even if he could attain sainthood, he would definitely be the weakest saint.

Thinking of this, Hongjun quickly calmed down and then examined the various spiritual treasures he currently possessed. He discovered that the highest quality spiritual treasures were defensive ones. Although he had many offensive spiritual treasures, most of them were of low quality. Apart from the dragon-headed cane in his hand, the highest quality one was actually a red embroidered ball.

"..."

Hongjun sighed: Fine, let it be a red embroidered ball!

Hongjun pricked his finger, forcing out a drop of blood essence to fall onto the red embroidered ball, and then shouted: "Fellow Daoist Chef, get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of red light appeared, and a pink ball fell like a shooting star, as if the sun had fallen to earth.

Ling Chi hurriedly teleported to a hundred miles away, only to find the world covered in a thick pink, obscuring everything and making it impossible to see anything else.

The red embroidered ball was aimed directly at Luo Hou's head, as fast as a shooting star. How could he possibly dodge it? Luo Hou was shocked. Even though he was standing on the Black Lotus of Annihilation, he instinctively dodged to the left, but it was too late. The embroidered ball hit his right shoulder, causing Luo Hou excruciating pain. Even with the Black Lotus of Annihilation protecting him, he still staggered and fell to the ground.

Not only Ling Chi, but even Hong Jun was stunned. He hadn't expected the Red Embroidered Ball to be so powerful. It was probably not much weaker than the God-Slaying Spear.

Luo Hou was ambushed by the red embroidered ball and was in excruciating pain, unable to get up for a moment. Hongjun was overjoyed when he saw this and immediately swung his dragon-headed cane at Luo Hou.

The red embroidered ball floated to the side, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Hongjun, you despicable villain! Even your magic weapons are so despicable!" Luo Hou's eyes turned bloodshot, and the four swords of Zhuxian shot towards Hongjun. Hongjun's courage waned, but he also knew that such an opportunity was hard to come by again. He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and immediately added a large, dark yellow cauldron above his head. It was the top-grade innate spiritual treasure - the Qiankun Cauldron.

The Qiankun Cauldron was formed from the lotus seedpod after the Chaos Green Lotus shattered. It has two functions: first, if it is placed on one's head, one will be invincible; second, it can trace back to its origin, transforming the acquired into the innate, and refining acquired spiritual materials into innate spiritual treasures. Looking at the entire prehistoric world, only the Qiankun Cauldron can do this.

Legend has it that when Nuwa mended the sky in later generations, it was Hongjun who lent her the Qiankun Cauldron to refine stones for mending the sky. Without the Qiankun Cauldron, the sky could not be mended, and there would be no way to talk about it in later generations.

Ling Chi stared at the Qiankun Cauldron with shining eyes, feeling incredibly envious. After all, he had been searching for the Qiankun Cauldron since the Chaos Era, but after countless billions of years, he hadn't found a trace of it. Even after the creation of the primordial world, he was still searching, but still hadn't found anything. He never expected that the Qiankun Cauldron would actually be obtained by Hongjun.

Thinking that he had already eaten the dish of the Son of the Great Dao, yet still couldn't outdo Hongjun, it was clear that Hongjun's fortune seemed to be even stronger than his own as the Son of the Great Dao.

There's really no way to reason with them.

With the Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus beneath his feet, the Flaming Banner of Lidi wrapped around his body, and the Qiankun Cauldron above his head, Hongjun, protected by these three top-grade innate spiritual treasures, managed to withstand the bombardment of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Hongjun immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. Then, the red embroidered ball crashed down on Luo Hou like a meteor. He hid behind the red embroidered ball and rushed forward. When the red embroidered ball knocked Luo Hou to the ground again, he smashed Luo Hou's dragon-headed cane on him, causing him great pain. The world-destroying black lotus under his feet also began to sway precariously.

Seeing the opportunity, Ling Chi immediately used the "Hidden Universe" technique to take the World-Destroying Black Lotus under Luo Hou's feet, and also took away the Four Swords of Zhuxian along with it, leaving Luo Hou with not a single thing.

Without the Black Lotus of Annihilation, and even the Four Swords of Zhuxian were taken away, Luo Hou was so angry that he spat out blood. Although Hongjun was stunned for a moment, he showed no mercy and smashed the dragon-headed cane even more vigorously: "Luo Hou, you have defied the heavens and are intolerable to the laws of heaven. Die!"

"Pfft—Hongjun…I…pfft…grass…pfft…you…pfft…big…pfft…"

In the blink of an eye, Luo Hou was beaten beyond recognition by Hongjun, and was on the verge of being beaten to death. A glint of madness flashed in Luo Hou's eyes: "If I die, you won't live either! Western Spiritual Vein, explode!!!"

"not good--"

Hongjun cried out in alarm, but it was too late. A deafening roar resounded as the spiritual veins of the entire West exploded simultaneously, instantly turning the once rich West into a barren wasteland.

The karmic forces of heaven and earth instantly converged in the west, and the three races that were waging their final battle in the west were wiped out in the explosion.

"Luo Hou, you..." Hongjun was both shocked and furious. He was about to beat Luo Hou to a pulp, and he would become the winner after this great calamity. He never expected that Luo Hou would pull such a stunt on him.

Destroying the entire Western spiritual veins—what immense karma that is! He has to bear and repay that karma! What can be done?

"Hahahaha..." Although Luo Hou was barely breathing, he laughed wildly, his madness undiminished. "Hongjun, do you think this is the end? You are too naive."

“You…” Hongjun wanted to say: What else do you want?

But the next moment, Luo Hou's aura surged, and he said in a deep voice, "By the Great Dao above, I, Luo Hou, hereby swear to establish the Demonic Sect! From this day forward, the Dao will decline and the Demonic Sect will rise; the Dao will rise and the Demonic Sect will fall. The Dao and the Demonic Sect will be irreconcilable, and we will fight to the death!"

Suddenly, Rahu's chilling voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, resounding across the primordial land and the myriad chaotic realms.

As rivals in the struggle for the Dao, even if Luo Hou perishes, he will not let Hongjun off easily. Now that a great oath has been made, the struggle between the Dao and the Demon will continue indefinitely, until the very end.

The weaker side will rise, and they will fight each other until one side is completely annihilated at the end of the Great Dao, at which point this oath of the Great Dao will cease.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

At this moment, nine thunderous sounds resounded in the dark sky, as the Great Dao responded to Rahu's vow.

Luo Hou's cold gaze swept over Hong Jun's terrified face, a faint smile seemingly appearing on his lips. The next moment, Luo Hou's body began to swell.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a black light flashed across the sky, accompanied by a terrifying aura that shot into the heavens. The next moment, a mushroom cloud appeared in the sky and rushed outwards.

Rahu has self-destructed!

The power of a self-destruction by a peak Quasi-Saint is unimaginable. Moreover, Luo Hou was no ordinary peak Quasi-Saint; he had one foot already on the threshold of becoming a Saint, only to be destroyed in the final stage of his path to enlightenment. The power of such a powerful being's self-destruction was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.