Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Wang Shu had no choice but to hand over the Taiyin Pearl. After all, although the plan was insidious, it was indeed beneficial to her and could also avenge her nephew. She could not refuse it for either reason or emotion.

After obtaining the Taiyin Pearl, Chang Xi transformed into an old man and personally descended to the mortal realm.

……

South of Wuling Mountain and north of Yiyu Mountain, there is a large natural canyon surrounded by five mountains, with Yiling Mountain standing out. Mist lingers within, and huge forests and trees reach into the clouds, with lush and verdant branches and leaves. The occasional chirping of birds breaks the tranquil atmosphere of the canyon.

Beneath the high mountains, beside giant trees, a large tribe looms in the distance. The occasional noises indicate that people live here, but besides humans, many shamans also inhabit this place, for this is the tribe of Hou Yi, a place where humans and shamans live in harmony.

A waterfall nearly 100 meters high plunges down, crashing into the calm water below, its tremendous roar demonstrating its power. Yet, all of this does not disturb the tranquility of a small thatched hut nearby.

Beside the window, a woman in a coarse cloth dress rested her chin on her hand, gazing blankly at the tribe's gate, as if waiting for someone. Her arched eyebrows resembled willow leaves, and her slightly blinking eyelids were indescribably captivating. Her bright, beautiful eyes shone with deep affection as she stared intently into the distance. Her delicate nose occasionally hummed softly, revealing her slightly mischievous side.

Passersby couldn't help but gaze at the stunningly beautiful girl as they passed by the cottage, their eyes filled with deep admiration. Unfortunately, this peerless woman was already taken; her name was Chang'e, and her husband was Hou Yi, the leader of the tribe. Therefore, no one dared to be disrespectful to her.

After a long while, perhaps tired, or perhaps thinking of something, Chang'e moved. She put down her jade-like hand, stood up, gazed at the gate of the tribe, sighed softly, and walked lightly into the inner room.

Just then, an old voice suddenly came from outside: "This humble Taoist priest, Taiyin, greets the young lady."

The sudden sound startled Chang'e, who turned around in a panic. Upon seeing an old Taoist priest who looked far too old to be real, her tense mood gradually calmed down. She patted her rapidly beating heart and gave the old Taoist priest a reproachful look: "Old man, is there something you need?"

The old Taoist priest bowed and said, "I happened to come here today and noticed a hint of worry in your eyes, so I came to offer my advice."

Chang'e listened with some skepticism, but feeling that the old Taoist priest seemed kind and benevolent, she lowered her guard, brought out a cup of tea, and sat down with the old Taoist.

"I wonder why you think I'm so worried?" Chang'e asked.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "A woman's worries are nothing more than her husband and family. I saw men's things in your room, so if I'm not mistaken, you must already be married!"

"Hmm." Chang'e nodded, giving the old Taoist priest a look of admiration.

The old Taoist priest continued, "But I see that the young lady did not leave behind any children, so she must be worried about her husband."

Chang'e glanced at the old Taoist priest with surprise, and a slight feeling stirred in her heart. She sensed that the old Taoist priest was not as simple as she had thought.

The old Taoist continued, "If I'm not mistaken, this place should be a tribe where humans and shamans live together."

Chang'e simply nodded without saying a word.

“Witches are born of nature and have an endless lifespan, while humans only live for a hundred years or so. As the long river of time flows by, witches remain, while humans are but fleeting clouds…” The old Taoist sighed and stopped speaking.

At this moment, Chang'e's face was flushed and her hands were trembling violently, showing her excitement. The old Taoist saw her reaction and said calmly, "It seems that the young lady's husband is a member of the Wu tribe, while the young lady is undoubtedly a human."

"Please teach me, Taoist Master!" Chang'e stood up excitedly and knelt down in front of the old Taoist.

Chang'e and Hou Yi had been married for seven years. Although they had always lived a peaceful and loving life together, Chang'e was beginning to feel the effects of aging. She was especially aware of the couples in the tribe, where the men were young and strong while the women were old and gray. Whenever she thought of this, Chang'e would shudder.

She absolutely did not want this to happen to her, but Chang'e was just a mortal, what could she do to retain her youth? Hou Yi, a great witch, was also helpless. In the dead of night, Chang'e often couldn't help but sigh. She really wanted to live with her husband, but as the years went by, her worries grew stronger and stronger.

Sometimes she wondered if she should find a place to live in seclusion when she got old. She didn't want that kind of thing to happen to her. However, the unassuming old Taoist priest in front of her actually revealed the suffering that had been troubling her for so many years, and her heart was stirred.

She thought that since the old Taoist priest could see through her fate, he must have some ability, so she excitedly begged him for help.

"Hehe... there are ways to retain youth." The old Taoist stroked his beard and chuckled, saying, "Do you know why so many people in the world cultivate the Tao?"

"Cultivating Taoism?" Chang'e was taken aback, then her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "Does the Taoist master want me to cultivate Taoist techniques so that I can stay young forever?"

Faced with Chang'e's expectant gaze, the old Taoist shook his head.

Chang'e's mood was like a roller coaster, reaching its peak only to plummet to the bottom, leaving her helpless and speechless.

Seeing Chang'e's reaction, the old Taoist priest's eyes flashed with a fierce light, which he quickly concealed. He said, "While the art of cultivation cannot grant immortality, maintaining eternal youth and radiant beauty is a piece of cake. However..."

"But what?" Chang'e asked anxiously, as if she had seen hope again when he said that cultivating Taoism could preserve youth.

“Young lady, you are a mortal with no special talents or abilities, so the path of cultivation is not ideal for you,” the old Taoist said.

Upon hearing this, Chang'e gritted her teeth and said, "As long as I can preserve the radiance, I will try no matter what!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and shook his head: "Young lady may not know that the path of cultivation is a long one. Once you calm your mind, hundreds or thousands of years are nothing more than the time it takes to sit in meditation. Perhaps by the time you achieve success in your cultivation, you will already be an old woman with white hair. What use is eternal youth then?"

"How...how could this happen!?" Chang'e panicked.

Seeing that Chang'e had fallen into the trap, the old Taoist stopped pretending and took out a white jade bottle from his pocket, saying, "This is the Taiyin Ascension Pill. As long as you swallow it, even a mortal can stay young forever and live forever. Considering that we are destined to meet, I will give this pill to you, young lady."

After speaking, the old Taoist opened the white jade bottle, and a faint fragrance immediately filled the entire room, making Chang'e's pores want to open up and absorb it, filled with infinite longing.

"Taoist Master, this...this elixir is too...too precious..." Chang'e said excitedly, unable to finish her sentence.

The old Taoist chuckled: "No need for that. This pill may be very valuable to you, but for me, it's just a matter of a few days' work. As the saying goes, meeting is fate, so please accept it!"

"Thank you so much, Daoist Master." Chang'e thanked him excitedly and accepted the elixir.

"It's nothing, not worth mentioning." The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Don't thank me yet. This pill shouldn't be exposed to the elements for long. You should take it first!"

"Thank you, Daoist Master." Upon hearing this, Chang'e immediately put the pill into her mouth. The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth and was easily swallowed.

The next moment, Chang'e felt her body become light and airy, radiating a pure white fairy light and a pleasant fragrance, and slowly flew into the air.

Chang'e was extremely excited, believing that she had finally been reborn and could live forever. However, as she flew higher and higher without any sign of falling, Chang'e suddenly felt a strong unease. She realized that she could not control her body at all and was continuing to ascend towards the Moon Star.

"No! No! Hou Yi, save me! Save me!" Chang'e cried out in terror, but her body flew even faster towards the Moon Star.

Just then, a towering figure soared into the sky from the tribe; it was Hou Yi, who had just returned from the Ancestral Witch Temple.

Chang'e!

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Lich's Final War

Chang'e felt herself getting faster and faster, and her head was getting more and more dizzy. She stopped rising when she arrived on a desolate and cold planet, and was gradually sucked into a palace - the Guanghan Palace.

What a beautiful name, what a beautiful palace, but this is not what she wants. Chang'e struggled desperately and shouted desperately, but this planet seemed to have an endless attraction for her, and she could not be moved in the slightest until she was directly sucked into the palace. Only then did the attraction on her body disappear. When Chang'e realized what was happening, she immediately tried to struggle out, but there seemed to be an invisible magic force at the door, and she could not get through no matter how hard she tried. Exhausted, Chang'e sat down on the ground and cried.

"Don't cry." A clear, cold voice, tinged with a hint of pity, came from ahead.

Chang'e looked up and saw an indescribably beautiful, aloof female immortal standing in front of her, her gaze filled with a complex emotion.

Chang'e was stunned by her beauty for a moment. When she came to her senses, she quickly stood up and asked, "Are you... are you a fairy?"

Wang Shu sighed softly and said, "I am Wang Shu, the goddess of the Moon, but from now on, you are the new goddess of the Moon."

"Me!?" Chang'e was stunned.

Wang Shu nodded, and then sent a stream of inherited memories from the Taiyin Star into her sea of ​​consciousness, making her understand the origin of the Taiyin Star, as well as the duties and obligations of the Taiyin Star Goddess.

After Chang'e absorbed these memories, Wang Shu said, "Now that you have become the new Goddess of the Moon, it is time for me to leave."

"Where...where are you going?" Chang'e asked in a panic. "Can you take me with you?"

Wang Shu shook her head, gave her a complicated look, and said, "This is your fate, but don't worry, things will get better in the future."

After saying this, Wang Shu left Taiyin Star and headed straight for the Realm of the God of Cookery.

……

Just as Wang Shu left, and Chang'e sat down to weep again in the desolate Guanghan Palace, she heard a restless yet familiar voice.

"Chang'e! Chang'e!"

Upon hearing the voice, Chang'e was startled for a moment, then her face lit up with joy: "Husband!"

At this moment, Hou Yi had arrived on the Moon Star and was urgently calling out his wife's name. But just then, a beautiful woman with a hateful expression blocked his way.

"It's you!" Hou Yi recognized the woman; she was none other than Chang Xi, the Demon Queen and wife of Emperor Jun.

Chang Xi stared at Hou Yi, the hatred in his eyes gradually fading. He sneered and pointed at Chang'e in the Moon Palace: "Are you looking for her?"

"Chang'e!" Hou Yi looked in the direction Chang Xi pointed and saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing in front of the palace gate with tears in her eyes. He was shocked. Wasn't this his wife?

Hou Yi shouted and ran over at top speed, but just as he approached the Moon Palace, he was blocked by an invisible light barrier.

Hou Yi was knocked back a few steps, but he refused to give up and continued to rush forward and ram into the light barrier several times, but he could not cause any damage to the light barrier.

Hou Yi glared angrily at Chang Xi, "What did you do to Chang'e?!"

Chang Xi sneered: "You killed my child. Due to the ten-thousand-year agreement with the God of Cookery, I cannot kill you, but I will make you wish you were dead!"

"You—" Even if Hou Yi was stupid, he knew what had happened. Chang Xi wanted to prevent the couple from ever being reunited.

"Chang'e! Chang'e!" Hou Yi knelt on the ground, patting the light shield and calling out to his beloved wife affectionately.

"My husband!" Chang'e longed to rush over and reunite with her husband, but she was blocked by the energy of the Moon Palace and could not break through at all.

The couple wept bitterly, but were powerless to help.

Hou Yi grew increasingly grief-stricken, but suddenly remembered something. He retreated a hundred paces, picked up the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow with his left hand, and took out a white jade divine arrow from behind his back with his right hand. He stepped forward, drew the bow like a full moon, and with a whoosh, an extremely dazzling white light shot swiftly toward the light shield.

After a deafening roar, Hou Yi retreated several hundred steps, and even Chang Xi, who was standing nearby, took a step back, demonstrating just how terrifying the power of Hou Yi's arrow was.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Hou Yi looked at the light barrier, only to be greatly disappointed. The Sunset Arrow had rebounded, but the light barrier only left a slight mark before being wiped away by the cold air and returned to its original state.

Hou Yi, incredulous, drew three more white jade arrows from behind his back, still drawing his bow to its fullest extent.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more dazzling beams of light shot towards the light shield, followed by three shockwaves. After the loud bang, the Sunset Arrows bounced back, but the light shield remained completely unharmed. Hou Yi stared blankly at the scene, knelt heavily on the ground, and slowly crawled to the front of the light shield. Tears streaming down his face, he looked at Chang'e and wept.

In this scene, Chang Xi was incredibly delighted, laughing maniacally: "Hou Yi! This great formation is formed by gathering the Yin energy of the entire Taiyin Star, with the laurel tree as its core. Don't even mention you, even if all twelve Ancestral Witches... no, it should be said that all eleven Ancestral Witches came together, they wouldn't be able to break the formation! You killed my child, so I will make you pay a thousandfold! Haha... As long as the laurel tree stands, you and Chang'e will never see each other again. So close, yet so far! Haha... Hahahaha—"

Amidst wild laughter, Chang Xi, feeling he had avenged his child, left Taiyin Star and returned to Heaven.

"If the laurel tree doesn't fall, Chang'e won't appear... If the laurel tree doesn't fall, Chang'e won't appear..." Hou Yi murmured, repeating Chang Xi's words. Then he stood up straight, went to the laurel tree, and touched it with trembling hands. The icy feeling made Hou Yi instantly withdraw his hands. He was overjoyed. With a flick of his right hand, the Sun-Shooting Bow instantly transformed into a dark, cold axe. He gripped it tightly with both hands, and with a thud, the small axe drew a perfect arc and struck the laurel tree heavily.

The axe swiftly pierced through the laurel, and after a long while, a creaking sound came. The laurel leaves drooped precariously, and after a short while, the laurel slowly fell over. Hou Yi's heart was in his throat, his eyes fixed on the laurel. As soon as it fell, he could see his wife immediately.

Hou Yi's joy was palpable, but his smile immediately froze. The laurel tree, which was about to fall completely, suddenly stood upright again and healed instantly, as if nothing had happened.

The reality before him struck Hou Yi like a hammer blow. That last axe strike had been delivered with all his might, yet he couldn't fell the laurel tree. This...

For a moment, Hou Yi slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, utterly helpless.

"Husband! Enough! Enough, husband!" Chang'e cried, tears streaming down her face, seeing Hou Yi in such agony. "Don't try to save me anymore! Go! Leave me alone!"

Chang'e's sorrowful lament startled Hou Yi, who had already lost all courage. He turned around with difficulty, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears as he looked at Chang'e, clenching his fists: "I, Hou Yi... am not a heartless and unfaithful witch who abandons his wife!"

Hou Yi stood up, pointed to the sky, and roared, "I am Hou Yi of the Wu tribe! I swear to the heavens that as long as the laurel tree stands, the Great Witch will not exist again, only Wu Gang will appear!"

Just as Hou Yi made his vow to Heaven, a golden light descended. Under the illumination of the golden light, Hou Yi's entire body changed, and his face instantly aged considerably. His once youthful face had become that of a middle-aged man, with a turban tied around his head and tattered clothes, making him look no different from a woodcutter.

The descendant of Wu Gang raised his small axe and chopped heavily at the laurel tree, the cracking sound echoing throughout the entire Taiyin Star.

……

Because of Hou Yi's actions, the Wu tribe was enraged, and the hatred between them and the Yao tribe deepened. It was also destined that after the ten thousand years of peace between the Wu and Yao tribes, it would be unlikely that they could coexist in the prehistoric world.

In preparation for the final battle ten thousand years later, both the Lich and Demon races prepared for war and used every means to enhance their strength, and ten thousand years passed in this way.

Just as the ten thousand-year period was about to expire, Ling Chi stepped out of the God of Cooking Space.