Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Chang Xi, how dare you!"

Dijiang, who was fighting Dijun, quickly broke free from Dijun and saved Gonggong from near death.

Chang Xi did not give up. Just as Di Jiang saved Gong Gong, she took the opportunity to strike a great witch.

The great shaman Pingyi instantly became the first great shaman to be killed.

"Changxi!"

Damn it!

The Wu tribe was utterly enraged. Gonggong nearly died, and the great shaman Pingyi perished without leaving anything behind.

The Wu tribe has no soul, and therefore no primordial spirit. Their bodies were destroyed, and the destructive power of Changxi's innate spiritual treasure, the Moon Essence Wheel, directly resulted in the Pingyi Divine Source not even being left behind.

The Divine Source is a consciousness bestowed upon the Wu Clan by the blood pool of the Pangu Palace, originating from the essence of Pangu's blood. Therefore, the ancestral witches instantly broke free from their opponents and began to attack Chang Xi. At this moment, the ancestral witches had no other thoughts but to completely kill Chang Xi, otherwise they would definitely not be able to get past this hurdle.

"Chang Xi, watch out!" Di Jun roared and lunged at Chang Xi.

Having provoked the seven layers of firepower, Changxi was immediately in danger. Despite dodging and defending against the powerful attacks of several Ancestral Witches, she was still injured.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body was sent flying a great distance.

At this moment, the entire demon race was going mad, because their demon queen was about to die and her essence would vanish.

After all, the Wu Clan didn't hold back. The first attack injured Chang Xi, and the second one followed immediately.

Just as the demons were furious and couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen, a huge bell flew over and enveloped Chang Xi. It was the Donghuang Bell, the companion treasure of Donghuang Taiyi.

"boom!"

The attack of the Wu tribe was immediately blocked by the Eastern Emperor Bell. When the dust settled, all the demons breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Chang Xi was unharmed, while the Wu tribe was furious.

I almost killed Chang Xi! Damn Donghuang Taiyi! Damn Donghuang Bell! Why did this lowly beast have to possess the Chaos Bell, one of the three great innate treasures? Heaven is unjust!

Just then, Di Jun rushed to Chang Xi's side and hugged her tightly: "Chang Xi, are you alright!?"

"Waaah... Your Majesty."

When Changxi, who thought she was going to die, saw Dijun, all her humiliation and grievances erupted. In an instant, she transformed from the high and mighty empress into a pitiful woman, sobbing in Dijun's arms, "Your Majesty, our child, our child, is gone, sob sob..."

His beloved wife's cries, accompanied by blood at the corner of her mouth and her unsteady breathing, indicated that she was seriously injured. Di Jun felt a pang of heartache. "Don't cry, don't cry. We must avenge our child!"

Just as Di Jun was about to give the order to fight the Wu tribe to the death, strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by an extremely tempting aroma, which seemed to be the aroma of shredded pork with fish-fragrant sauce, cashew shrimp, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, cream cake, dragon beard candy, mung bean cake, etc., instantly turning the cruel battlefield into a super canteen.

All the Lich and Demon races on the battlefield were stunned, and saliva unconsciously dripped from their mouths.

Ling Chi slowly landed in the center of the battlefield, his surrounding laws trembling, completely separating the Lich and Demon races on either side.

This sudden change snapped the Lich and Demon races back to reality. They stared at him in shock, unable to believe that such a powerful being could separate hundreds of millions of Lich and Demon race members without them even noticing.

Is this the method of a sage?!

"The Divine Chef!?" Di Jun and Chang Xi recognized Ling Chi and their faces lit up with excitement. They rushed to Ling Chi's side, and Chang Xi immediately knelt down, weeping, "Please, Divine Chef, avenge my child! Waaah... my child... my poor child..."

Seeing that the demon race was so close to the newcomer, the witch race was both shocked and horrified. As the eldest brother of the ancestral witches, Dijiang was filled with shock and anger, but he had to consider his people and temporarily suppressed his anger, raising his voice and saying, "May I ask which saintly senior is here? Why have I never seen him before?"

This is also the question on the minds of all the Wu and Yao clans who do not know Ling Chi. As for the saints under the Heavenly Dao, they all know the Three Pure Ones, Zhen Yuanzi, the two Western Saints, and even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun. But Ling Chi... apart from a few, there are indeed very few people who know him.

This is also related to the fact that Ling Chi traveled to the prehistoric world too early and later kept a very low profile, hiding in the world of culinary gods and being a lazy bum. However, after today, I believe all the creatures of the prehistoric world will know him.

"Get up!" Ling Chi raised his hand, and Chang Xi was lifted up by an invisible yet soft force. Then, he pointed and pulled Xiao Lu Ya, who was not far away, over. He gently pressed his large hand on Xiao Lu Ya's head, and Xiao Lu Ya, who had been mentally broken and had no life in his eyes, began to change. His eyes regained their brightness, and his spirit returned to normal.

"Ya'er!" Before Lu Ya could come to his senses, Chang Xi pulled him into her arms and burst into tears.

Lu Ya seemed to understand their predicament, and he hugged his mother, wailing, "Waaah! Mother, I thought I would never see you again..."

When Di Jun saw that his only remaining child had returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ling Chi with gratitude. He then clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."

Ling Chi shook his head, turned to look at the Wu Clan led by Di Jiang, and sighed softly: "Hou Tu sacrificed herself to become a reincarnation, what merit that is! Your Wu Clan also has the merit of Pangu creating the world. If you could bring blessings to the prehistoric world, you would surely become the darlings of heaven and earth, enjoying immeasurable eons of immortality. But instead, you have created boundless killing karma, exhausting the merit of Pangu creating the world and the merit of Hou Tu becoming a reincarnation. Is this your Wu Clan's way of repaying the prehistoric world?"

These words left Dijiang and the other members of the Wu tribe speechless, and also greatly boosted the morale of the demon race. They were about to shout something, but found that they couldn't make a sound. They were so frustrated that their faces turned red and they were a little scared.

It's obvious without even guessing that the saint Ling Chi sealed their mouths, preventing them from speaking.

The methods of a sage are truly terrifying.

"As for the demon race..." Ling Chi glanced at Lu Ya and sighed softly, "The ten princes appeared in the prehistoric world at the same time, burning and scorching countless lives to death. Their sins are heinous, yet they cannot escape death."

These words left Chang Xi pale and speechless.

Di Jun's expression changed, and he said with a mixture of grief and indignation, "That's not how it is! I beg the Divine Chef to judge my child! All of this is the work of the Divine..."

"Hmph!" ×5

Five consecutive, unanimously cold snorts suddenly appeared, and countless strange phenomena flew in from the horizon. The Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West arrived simultaneously on clouds. In an instant, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and auspicious omens such as dragons and phoenixes covered the sky. The aura of the sages overwhelmed the primordial battlefield, making it difficult for the Wu and Yao races to breathe.

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West arrived opposite Lingchi and bowed to him, saying, "Junior greets Senior Chef."

These words shocked the entire battlefield.

senior!?

A master chef?!

this--

The demons Di Jun, Chang Xi, Fu Xi, Tai Yi, and the eleven ancestral witches of the witch clan had all heard of the God of Cookery's great name. After all, both Nuwa and Hou Tu had received the God of Cookery's help. However, they had never thought about Ling Chi's seniority. If it weren't for the Three Pure Ones and the two Western Saints simultaneously showing respect to Ling Chi as a junior, they would never have imagined that Ling Chi's seniority was higher than that of the saints!

This is incredible.

Ling Chi nodded slightly: "I have already discussed this with your teacher. Although the Lich and Demon races have caused immeasurable calamities, their fate is not yet exhausted, and they should have another ten thousand years of development."

At this point, Ling Chi looked at the Lich and Demon races on the battlefield and said, "You must think this through carefully. Only by benefiting the prehistoric world can you gain the affirmation and favor of the Heavenly Dao. Although dominating the prehistoric world can bring you exclusive fortune and a holy position, the price you have to pay is too terrible. I hope you will think it over carefully."

At this point, Ling Chi raised his voice and said, "Within ten thousand years, the Witch and Demon races must not kill each other. After ten thousand years, let's see what you choose."

After saying this, Ling Chi disappeared silently from the spot. The Wu and Yao clans thought that this was the way of the saint and were not surprised. However, the Three Pure Ones and the two Western Saints showed shock on their faces.

They vanished silently before their eyes; their level of skill was far superior to theirs.

The two Western Saints, who had lost some respect for Lingchi after becoming saints, immediately put away their disrespect. Zhunti even began to ponder how to properly curry favor with Lingchi in order to gain the greatest benefit.

The Three Pure Ones fell silent, beginning to consider whether they could truly roam freely in the prehistoric world.

After all, having such a formidable senior above him, he was bound to feel a little apprehensive.

At this moment, both the Lich and Demon races were facing the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West, wanting to hear their opinions.

Although they were unhappy with Ling Chi's unauthorized order, they knew that might makes right, and they could only reluctantly agree to Ling Chi's opinion: "Within ten thousand years, the Lich and Demon races shall not wage war against each other. After ten thousand years, whether to fight or make peace shall be decided by the Lich and Demon races themselves."

After uttering these words, the five saints also left the battlefield. Compared to Ling Chi's silence, their presence was much more impressive, with various celestial phenomena protecting them, making them quite flamboyant.

Di Jun took a deep breath and said to Di Jiang, "Wu Clan! See you in ten thousand years!"

"Hmph!" Dijiang retorted without backing down: "I'll let your demon race live for another ten thousand years. Ten thousand years later, I'll take your bird's life!"

Although Ling Chi bought them ten thousand years, it now seems that the Lich and Demon races have formed a deep-seated grudge, and even ten thousand years of peace cannot prevent the final battle between the two races.

The Lich and Demon races each uttered harsh words and then withdrew their troops to their camps.

Meanwhile, Ling Chi met Hongjun in the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun looked at Ling Chi's somewhat cold expression and sighed softly: "Fellow Daoist, why bother? The mutual destruction of the Wu and Yao races and the rise of the human race as the ruler of heaven and earth is an inevitable trend. Although you have bought the two races ten thousand years, it is all in vain."

Ling Chi shook his head: "I can't just stand by and watch the Lich and Demon races die like this. Ten thousand years is enough time."

"Oh?"

Previously, Hongjun had stopped Ling Chi in the God of Cookery Realm, preventing him from interfering in the Lich Tribulation. At first, Ling Chi agreed, but the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. After all, the Lich and Demon races had too many well-known figures in later generations, and it would be too much of a pity to let these people die like this.

So Ling Chi brought out several plates of top-grade diamond-colored dishes, which made Hongjun's face glow with health. He then took the opportunity to buy the two races of witch and demon a ten-thousand-year truce.

As for why it takes ten thousand years? It's simply because the number of the Lich and Demon races is too large; without spending more time, they simply can't keep up.

Correct!

Ling Chi plans to use her culinary skills to collect a batch of recipes.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Chang'e Flying to the Moon

In the primordial era, years were immeasurable; ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past ten thousand years, Ling Chi has used all his kitchen helpers and all his bean soldiers to spread mobile food stalls throughout the entire prehistoric world.

After ten thousand years of indiscriminate bombardment of food everywhere, Lingchi has acquired hundreds of billions of recipes. The lowest level of these recipes is purple, which shows the overall strength of the prehistoric creatures.

No one knew what Ling Chi was up to. He had clearly secured ten thousand years of peace for the Wu and Yao races, so why didn't he do anything meaningful during those ten thousand years, instead of selling snacks in the prehistoric world?

Selling snacks wasn't enough; wherever those bean soldiers went, they would plunder some seemingly ordinary spiritual materials. Over the past ten thousand years, no one knew how many spiritual materials they had plundered. Although they were all just ordinary spiritual materials and didn't amount to anything extraordinary, they still managed to attract people's attention.

The actions of sages are always driven by profound meaning; this is a consensus among all living beings in the primordial world. Especially since the one who did this was Ling Chi, a sage whose seniority is comparable to that of the Dao Ancestor. Not only the Wu and Yao races, but even the sages themselves are very concerned. However, after ten thousand years of observation, Ling Chi's 'subordinates' only picked some relatively common spiritual materials. Although they occasionally obtained some higher-quality spiritual materials, such spiritual materials are plentiful in the vast primordial world, so it is not something that makes them worry.

But this also left the sages even more puzzled: what exactly does the God of Cookery want to do?

They were unaware that eating Ling Chi's dishes would reveal recipes corresponding to their level, and these recipes would continuously enrich Ling Chi's culinary skills, thereby elevating his cooking level.

Over the past ten thousand years, with hundreds of billions of recipes being released, Ling Chi has basically stayed in the God of Cookery space to practice and absorb new recipes, preparing for a qualitative change from quantitative accumulation.

Ever since he was stopped by Hongjun in the God of Cookery Realm ten thousand years ago, Ling Chi has felt that he is still not strong enough. As long as his strength cannot break through the barrier of the Heavenly Dao, he will not be able to truly roam the prehistoric world.

It was this obstruction that gave Ling Chi, who had been a slacker for countless lifetimes, the opportunity to turn things around.

With hundreds of billions of recipes, even with the Chef God Space's tenfold acceleration, Ling Chi couldn't possibly create them all, let alone achieve 100% completion for all of them, which would require even more time to accumulate.

Ling Chi hasn't even finished one percent of the recipe yet, so he naturally doesn't have time to pay attention to what's going on outside.

He had already recruited the nine little golden crows that had been shot dead into the farm. Because the God of Cookery system had been integrated, whether the creatures recruited by Ling Chi had their appearance locked was entirely up to Ling Chi.

Because the nine little golden crows were too young, Lingchi allowed them to grow freely, letting them continue to grow on the farm, and incidentally, letting them serve as the sun and moon of the farm.

Because they are a combination of the sun and the moon, they can become the sun during the day and the moon at night. They used to exist in the form of golden crows because the golden crow was the symbol of the demon king, and they had to maintain the appearance of the golden crow. However, there were no such concerns in the farm. So the nine little golden crows acted as golden crows during the day and moon rabbits at night, giving the farm real sunlight and moonlight. This made the farmers and herders feel more at home and their lives more real.

Furthermore, since almost all the creatures on the farm possessed the cultivation of saints, these little golden crows were terrified and trembled with fear. They no longer dared to be mischievous or naughty, because if they made a mistake, they would really be beaten, and beaten very badly.

Everyone's personality is shaped by their environment. In the primordial world, the little golden crows were princes of the demon race, with incredibly noble status. But in the farms and pastures, they were nothing. They could only earn a living by rising and setting each day, from the first sunrise to the last sunset. Their attitude was many times more humble than before.

Fortunately, they have delicious food to eat every day, which is many times better than before. So, although life on the farm is a little tough, they are very satisfied with their current life.

There's no dissatisfaction that can't be resolved with a meal; if there is, then two meals will do.

……

Over the past ten thousand years, although there has been no war between the Lich King and the Demon King, a minor incident has occurred. Changxi, seeking revenge against Houyi for killing his nine children, investigated and learned that Houyi had a beautiful wife named Chang'e. Changxi then had a sudden inspiration and found his sister Wangshu, asking her to give him the Taiyin Pearl, and told her about his plan to "kill two birds with one stone".

Upon hearing this, Wang Shu frowned repeatedly, feeling that the matter was too insidious. She originally wanted to dissuade Chang Xi, but Chang Xi was blinded by the desire to avenge her son and would not listen to any advice. She even threatened, "If you don't give me the Taiyin Pearl, we will no longer be sisters from now on."