Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

The most difficult thing for any living thing to overcome is its nature. Hongyun's nature is freedom, so how could it endure hiding in one place for a long time?

Having accumulated too much pressure, Hongyun finally couldn't hold back any longer and chose to confront the situation today.

Zhen Yuanzi remained silent for a long time, knowing he couldn't keep Hongyun, so he took out his twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus and said, "Since you want to leave, I won't stop you, but take the Pure World White Lotus with you. If you encounter danger, it will keep you safe."

The Pure White Lotus was a protective treasure bestowed upon Zhen Yuanzi by Hongjun, yet Hongyun unhesitatingly offered it to him for protection. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Hongyun pushed the white lotus away, saying, "While I dare not claim to be the fastest in the primordial world, my speed is still exceptional. If I encounter danger, I can simply run away. But this white lotus is a protective treasure bestowed upon you by the Dao Ancestor. How can you lend it out so casually? Take it back immediately."

"Brother..."

"No need to persuade me any further." Hongyun shook her head and said, "I'm leaving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red cloud transformed into a streak of light and flew away into the distance.

Hongyun's departure, however, directly cost her her life.

After Hongyun left the territory of Wanshou Mountain, he felt restless and had a sense of impending danger, which made him very worried.

"What's going on? Why do I have this feeling? Is there danger about to happen?" Hongyun stopped and calculated with her fingers.

But the secrets of heaven were shrouded in chaos, impossible to fathom.

"This is bad! Someone is deceiving us about the secrets of heaven. They are clearly targeting me. We cannot stay here any longer. We should leave quickly." After making his deduction, Hongyun's expression suddenly changed.

And just then!

A gigantic claw, capable of blotting out the sky, hurtled towards the red clouds.

Hongyun was taken aback. The power of the giant claw made him clearly feel that this person's cultivation was far superior to his own, and he must be someone who had severed his two corpses.

Danger struck, but there was no time to dodge. Despite desperately trying to defend, he was still hit.

Hongyun let out a scream and flew backward.

"Hongyun, prepare to die!"

"Kunpeng!?" Hongyun finally realized who had ambushed him.

"Kunpeng, we have no enmity, why did you attack me?" Hongyun understood that he could not defeat Kunpeng. Kunpeng was a mid-stage Quasi-Saint who had severed two of his corpses, while he was only an early-stage Quasi-Saint who had severed one of his corpses. Although it was only a small difference in realm, the difference was indeed worlds apart.

Hongyun's words made Kunpeng sneer repeatedly: "What a fine excuse of having no grudges or enmities! Did you know that your act of giving up your seat in Zixiao Palace caused this demon master to lose his chance to become a saint? You dare to say that you have no grudges or enmities with such a huge cause and effect? ​​Prepare to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng attacked Hongyun.

"You, you're being unreasonable!" Hongyun was forced to retaliate.

He took the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, which he had obtained from Zhou Mountain and refined years ago, from his waist. Streams of sharp, cold light rushed toward Kunpeng. Kunpeng dared not be careless and used his top-notch speed advantage to dodge continuously.

In terms of cultivation alone, Hongyun is no match for him; he can wear him down to death.

Kunpeng and Hongyun were fighting fiercely, while on the other side!

On the Western Vulture Peak, Zhunti and Jieyin were startled, a causal pull causing their minds to tremble.

This is the first time I've felt this way since I became a saint.

Although the Kunpeng obscures the secrets of heaven, it does not hinder the sages' deductions, especially those deductions that have a great causal relationship with them.

"Brother!" Zhunti asked anxiously, but hesitated to speak.

“I understand. This is our chance to break free from the karma of Hongyun. We will do our best to protect our primordial spirit. We can withstand the backlash from a mere quasi-saint severing one of his corpses. If Hongyun perishes, we will be free,” Jieyin said.

"Good!" Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that his elder brother's 'overflowing sense of justice' would save Hongyun.

The two of them couldn't repay the debt; the karma was too great, having brought about two sainthoods. How could they possibly repay it? Only Hongyun's death was the best solution.

Therefore, Zhunti and Jieyin began to do everything they could to suppress the backlash within the primordial spirit.

At this moment, the battle between Hongyun and Kunpeng had shifted dramatically, with Kunpeng gaining an overwhelming advantage. Compared to Kunpeng, who had severed his two corpses, Hongyun was far inferior. Moreover, Kunpeng's severing of his two corpses was not a simple matter; his physical body remained incredibly powerful.

The Kunpeng, which survives the endless dark sea, is far superior to the Hongyun who only knows how to wander around all day. Even if the Kunpeng lacks powerful offensive magical treasures, its formidable supernatural abilities and cultivation are enough to make the Hongyun suffer.

With a loud "boom," Hongyun was sent flying, coughing up blood.

"Hongyun, prepare to die!" Kunpeng roared, transforming into a giant roc bird, its claws, countless times harder than steel, reaching out to grab Hongyun.

Faced with Kunpeng's fatal blow, Hongyun turned pale, as if he could sense the approach of death.

In an instant, a flashback appeared in Hongyun's mind, with scenes from the past flashing before her eyes. She suddenly realized why she deserved to die; she owed too much karma, too much to repay.

Hongyun gave a bitter smile, turned his head and looked in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple: "Brother Daoist, Hongyun... will take his leave first."

A resolute determination to die flashed in Hongyun's eyes. He gathered all his magical power and roared, "You think you can kill me? Not so easy! Explode—"

With a loud "BOOM," Hongyun self-destructed.

"Pfft pfft—"

As Hongyun self-destructed, Zhunti and Jieyin from the West spat out a mouthful of holy blood. Even for saints, even for two people, this was almost too much for them to bear.

The magnitude of this cause and effect is evident.

Fortunately, the attack was successfully averted, and there was no need to repay the karmic debt owed to Hongyun.

"Junior brother, are you alright?" Jieyin, whose cultivation was higher than Zhunti's, asked worriedly when he saw that Zhunti's face was sallow, almost the same as his own.

"Pfft..." Zhunti coughed up another mouthful of blood, but despite the pain, he laughed. "Cough cough... Haha, cough cough... Brother, we don't owe Hongyun anymore, haha... cough cough..."

Jieyin was taken aback, thinking to himself: Yes, there is no debt now, and without cause and effect, the two brothers can finally devote themselves wholeheartedly to the ideal of developing the West.

……

"Cough cough... Damn Hongyun!" The moment Hongyun self-destructed, Kunpeng realized something was wrong and tried his best to dodge into the distance, but it was too late. He was injured by the explosion and suffered serious injuries.

Kunpeng examined his injuries and found that his wings and body were severely damaged, and it would probably take him a thousand or eight hundred years to fully recover: "Damn it! Hongyun, you bastard, you deserve to die!"

Just as he was cursing, Kunpeng suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, as if great danger and terror were about to befall him. At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly flapped his injured wings to escape the place as quickly as possible.

Just seconds after he fled, a startled and angry Taoist flew from the direction of Wuzhuang Temple. Who else could it be but Zhen Yuanzi?

Zhen Yuanzi sensed Hongyun's self-destruction the moment it happened, but because Kunpeng had disrupted the heavenly secrets, he was unable to calculate Hongyun's location. It wasn't until Hongyun died from the self-destruction and the heavenly way reappeared that he learned everything. He rushed over desperately, but it was too late. Kunpeng had already escaped, leaving only Hongyun's magic weapon—the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

"Brother Hongyun!" Zhen Yuanzi stepped forward and grabbed the Soul-Scattering Gourd, only to find that Hongyun's mark was gone, and even the Primordial Purple Qi had disappeared. He was heartbroken.

He knew that Hongyun had died from Kunpeng's pursuit and wanted to avenge Hongyun, but he couldn't, because this was the karma that Hongyun owed Kunpeng for the holy position, and only death could completely repay it.

Unable to avenge his grudge, Zhen Yuanzi felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood: "It hurts so much!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Zhen Yuanzi Becomes a Saint

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun looked at the true spirit of the red cloud and the Primordial Purple Qi in his palm and said calmly, "He really can't survive this calamity."

Across from her, Ling Chizi took a sip of wine and said, "So how else can you compensate me? Make him reincarnate?"

Upon hearing the word "reincarnation," Hongjun calmly looked at him and said, "The matter of reincarnation is the future under the Heavenly Dao. How do you know about it, fellow Daoist?"

“I think Heaven definitely copied my idea,” Ling Chi said. “Don’t forget, I created the God of Cooking Realm, and I created the Six Paths of Reincarnation within it.”

“…I see.” Hongjun immediately changed the subject: “The establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is not far off. After that, I will put Hongyun’s true spirit into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and give him a positive result.”

"What about the Primordial Purple Qi?" Ling Chi said, "I don't believe you would give up the opportunity to control the Sage with the Primordial Purple Qi."

"..." Hongjun gave him a deep look and said, "This old Daoist can see through you more and more now."

“Every living being is an independent individual. How easy is it to see through others?” Ling Chi smiled slightly. “Fellow Daoist, there’s no need to worry. I only want the ingredients; I don’t want anything else.”

"..." Hongjun nodded and said, "Now that Hongyun is dead, Zhenyuanzi can focus on cultivation, and the day he becomes a saint is not far off."

"Fellow Daoist is quite adept at changing the subject," Ling Chi chuckled. "Would you mind if I offered Zhen Yuanzi some pointers?"

Hongjun said calmly, "If it can help Zhenyuanzi avoid some detours, it's not a bad thing."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Ling Chi got up and rode the panda Pangda away from Zixiao Palace.

……

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Now that Hongyun has been dead for over a month, Zhen Yuanzi has recovered his health after a month of recuperation. His desire to become a saint has grown stronger, as only after becoming a saint will he have enough strength to avenge Hongyun.

“Brother Hongyun, you wait, I will definitely avenge you.”

Just as Zhen Yuanzi was about to return to his cultivation, Qingfeng walked over quickly and said, "Master, there is a Taoist priest outside the door requesting an audience."

"What kind of Taoist is he?" Zhen Yuanzi asked.

"He said his name is Ling Chi, his Taoist name is Chef God, and he is the master of the Chef God Realm," Qingfeng said.

"Oh?" Zhen Yuanzi's heart stirred.

He had heard of the God of Cookery and the God of Cookery Realm, after all, the God of Cookery Realm was a famous little world in the prehistoric world, mainly because this world was rich in fine wine and food, and all kinds of creatures in the prehistoric world liked to go there to enjoy the food.

Of course, this is only one reason. The second reason is that the beings in the God of Cooking Realm are extremely powerful, almost all of them are at least Celestial Immortals, and there are quite a few Great Luo Golden Immortals. Many ambitious people who coveted the delicacies and wines of the God of Cooking Realm have all failed after taking action.

Legend has it that back then, the First Emperor of the Dragons went to the Realm of the God of Cookery to eat and dash, hoping to take the opportunity to conquer the Realm of the God of Cookery. As a result, he was beaten so badly that he could not take care of himself. It took him ten thousand years to recover with the help of countless spiritual medicines. Since then, the Realm of the God of Cookery has become a taboo for all the wild and untamed people of the Primordial Wilderness.

Zhen Yuanzi had only heard of him by name but had never seen him in person. He never expected that the master of the culinary world would actually come today.

Zhen Yuanzi dared not be negligent and immediately went out to greet him personally.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, I saw a young man dressed in strange white clothes standing in front of the gate, with a strange black and white bear lying next to him. I didn't know what kind of strange creature it was.

However, the aura emanating from this strange bear startled him: it possessed both Yin and Yang principles! This extraordinary creature was no ordinary being.

"This humble Taoist, Zhen Yuanzi, greets Fellow Taoist Chef."

Ling Chi looked at the courteous Zhen Yuanzi, whose appearance was quite different from that of the White Snake and Journey to the West worlds, and even his temperament was somewhat different. Although he had seen him before in Zixiao Palace, seeing him face to face, he realized that the Zhen Yuanzi of this world was far more powerful than the Zhen Yuanzi of the previous two worlds.

Thinking of the fraternal bond between Ling Chi and Zhen Yuanzi in the previous world, Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, please. I have come uninvited, please do not take offense."

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. Your presence is an honor to my humble abode." He paused, then added, "This is not a place for idle talk. Please come inside and we will have some tea."

"I'm sorry to bother you."

……

In the rear hall of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi asked Qingfeng and Mingyue to fetch two ginseng fruits. When the two brought the ginseng fruits up, Zhen Yuanzi chuckled and said, "This humble Taoist has no fine wine or delicacies, only these ginseng fruits to quench my thirst. Please, fellow Taoist, have a taste."

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist." The ginseng fruit that Ling Chi grows on his farm has evolved and improved over countless billions of years, and its quality and taste have long surpassed those of the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Temple. Ling Chi took a couple of bites and confirmed that it was indeed not as good as the ones he grew himself. So he took out some of the fruits he grew and said, "I also have some fruits here. They should taste pretty good. Please try them, fellow Daoist."

"Oh?" Zhen Yuanzi looked at the fruits that were shining brightly and smelled their fragrance. He couldn't help but feel tempted and said, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

Zhen Yuanzi tasted all the fruits and immediately became deeply addicted to them.

Seeing their master eating so deliciously, Qingfeng and Mingyue couldn't stop drooling. If their master hadn't always been so dignified, they probably would have pounced on him like hungry tigers.

Seeing this, Ling Chi smiled slightly and casually tossed them two fruits that shimmered with golden light: "Eat up!"