Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

But just as they were about to make their move, the Chaos Bell suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving them stunned.

"Who?!" The five sages exclaimed in shock and horror, "Who took the Chaos Bell?!"

In their understanding, only their teacher, Hongjun Daoist, seemed capable of doing this. But why? Hongjun had already attained the Dao, so the innate treasures should be of no use to him, nor would there be any need for him to seize them.

So who else?

Suddenly, a figure appeared in their minds—a saint who was on par with their teacher and whom they could only look up to.

The Five Saints turned their attention to the realm of culinary gods.

Master Chef!

Chapter Thirty-Five: Red Bean Buns After the War

In the realm of culinary gods, Ling Chi stroked the Chaos Bell in his hand, a smile appearing on his face.

The Chaos Bell is a supreme innate treasure that can suppress time and space. Among the three supreme innate treasures, the strongest in attack is the Pangu Banner, the strongest in defense is the Taiji Diagram, and the Chaos Bell is the one that combines both offense and defense.

When Pangu created the world, he obtained the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner. Only the Chaos Bell was given to Taiyi to suppress the raging flames of the Sun Star. But after billions of years, the Chaos Bell eventually returned to his hands.

At this time, the war between the Lich and the Demon was coming to an end. Ling Chi only briefly refined the Chaos Bell once before storing it in the God of Cookery Space and continuing to pay attention to the Lich battlefield.

With the self-destruction of Dijiang and Shebishi, the remaining nine Ancestral Witches went completely mad. The Witch Clan had no souls; once they died, they could only return to heaven and earth, becoming nourishment for the primordial world. Although Houtu sacrificed herself to reincarnate, she became a saint because she ate the Primordial Purple Qi Cake, which is why the eleven Ancestral Witches felt no grief. But this time, their eldest and second eldest brothers were dead. What was the point of their lives?

"Die—!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—

Zhu Rong, Ju Mang, Tian Wu, Ru Shou, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, Xuan Ming, and She Bi Shi all rushed towards their respective enemies, exploding to their deaths. Di Jun, Xi He, Chang Xi, Fu Xi, and others were unable to dodge in time and perished together with the Ancestral Witches. Only Kun Peng, seeing the situation was dire, relied on its speed to escape the battlefield in time and flew north with Di Jun's He Tu and Luo Shu.

But he hadn't flown far when he saw a large sleeve coming towards him, and before he could dodge, he was sucked in.

Ling Chi examined the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands for a moment before storing them in his Culinary God Space. Looking at the Kunpeng hidden in his sleeve, a strange glint appeared in his eyes: "They say the Kunpeng is so large that it can't be stewed in one pot. I wonder if my Culinary God Pot can handle it?"

As Kunpeng was gripped by terror, a chill ran down his spine, and he sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

……

Gonggong looked at the battlefield strewn with corpses, his heart aching at the loss of all his brothers and sisters. He threw his head back and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha... Good! Dead! You're all dead! Only I survived! Hahahaha..."

Although Gonggong was laughing wildly, all the surviving members of the Lich and Demon races could feel the grief and indignation in his laughter. For a moment, the vast battlefield became silent, and only Gonggong's wild laughter, which contained extremely complex emotions, could be heard.

Even the Five Saints fell silent.

The laughter gradually stopped, and blood tears welled up in Gonggong's eyes. Then his body continued to grow bigger and bigger... until it was hundreds of millions of feet tall, reaching straight into the clouds, with its head higher than the halfway point of Mount Zhou.

Everyone was shocked. They never dreamed that Gonggong could become so tall, practically another Pangu standing tall between heaven and earth.

Just as everyone was in shock, Gonggong's blood energy and laws surged and expanded, filled with world-destroying energy.

"not good!"

"Gonggong, what are you doing?!"

"hateful!"

The five sages anticipated Gonggong's next move and were about to stop him, but it was too late.

Gonggong rushed to the top of Zhou Mountain in just two steps, embraced the mountain with both arms, and his body rapidly expanded, finally exploding with a deafening roar...

A famous scene in history was born: Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain and then clung to it, causing it to explode.

Gonggong's self-destruction directly broke off Mount Buzhou. Without this backbone that supported the heavens and the earth, the sky collapsed.

The sky tilted to the northwest, the earth sank to the southeast, and the Weak Water of the Nine Heavens poured down, submerging the entire primordial wilderness.

The end of the world, the current scenery is the end of the world.

On the battlefield, both the Lich and Demon races were submerged by the Weak Water. Even the humans outside the battlefield were affected and swallowed by the Weak Water. Unable to float, they drowned. Only those living on high ground temporarily escaped the calamity. However, if the Weak Water were allowed to continue flowing, they too would soon be submerged.

Just then, Ling Chi appeared above Buzhou Mountain, and Nuwa descended from the Nuwa Heaven. Ling Chi then threw out the Chaos Pearl, which collected the pouring Nine Heavens Weak Water into the space within the Chaos Pearl. At the same time, he offered up the Qiankun Cauldron, which Nuwa used to refine stones to mend the sky.

These plans had been discussed long before the Lich War. The two worked together and quickly completed the task of refining stones to mend the sky, completely repairing the hole in the sky and preventing the Weak Water from pouring down again.

At the same time, Ling Chi went to the North Sea and killed the giant black tortoise. He used its four limbs to create pillars that supported the sky, which stood in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, stabilizing the sky once again.

While the two were doing these things, the Five Saints and Zhen Yuanzi, who had come from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, were also busy saving the flooded prehistoric people in order to earn merit.

When the patching of the sky was completed and the world was stabilized again, the Heavenly Dao bestowed boundless merit, of which 80% went to Lingchi and Nuwa, 10% went to the Qiankun Cauldron, and the remaining 10% went to the Six Sages.

The six saints absorbed all the merit into their bodies to improve their realm and cultivation. Ling Chi and Nuwa each summoned the Chef God Sword and the Red Embroidered Ball, allowing the two treasures to absorb the merit and evolve into merit treasures.

Since delicious food can enhance cultivation, the two of them don't need to use merit to improve their strength. Therefore, letting their magical artifacts absorb merit and evolve becomes the optimal option.

After this absorption, the Chef God Sword's quality has reached the level of a Chaos Treasure comparable to the Heaven-Opening Axe. However, the Red Embroidered Ball, due to its lower quality, only evolved from a top-grade innate spiritual treasure to an innate merit treasure. Its quality is comparable to that of an innate treasure, and it contains the merit of mending the heavens. Even a saint would be seriously injured if hit by it.

The Qiankun Cauldron received the least merit, but even this small amount was enough for it to evolve. Ling Chi discovered that the Qiankun Cauldron could not only reverse acquired to innate, but also imbue the refined spiritual treasures with merit, thereby improving their quality.

This is truly an unexpected delight.

The six sages were extremely envious of what the two had gained, but they couldn't envy it because they didn't have the Qiankun Cauldron to refine stones and mend the sky!

After Nuwa finished mending the sky with the five-colored stones, she found that she had one extra stone. She said, "Brother Ling, there is another stone here. Do you want it?"

"Oh?" Ling Chi looked at the stone used to mend the sky, seemingly lost in thought: Is this Sun Wukong?

After thinking it over, he decided to let Sun Wukong grow naturally. No matter what world it was, it would be incomplete without the Great Sage Sun who fought against heaven and earth, and he didn't want to leave any regrets.

Ling Chi casually tossed the Sky-Mending Stone onto the east coast.

Whether it was fate or not, his actions were seen by Zhunti. When Zhunti saw the stone being thrown eastward to mend the sky, some images flashed through his mind, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

……

The war between the Lich and the Demon races ended, the immeasurable calamity ceased, and the karmic forces of heaven and earth dissipated. The Lich and Demon races who survived the battlefield regained their clarity. They finally understood the cause and effect of everything, and looking at the few remaining members of their race on the battlefield, they were overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Ling Chi sighed. If he weren't human, he might have stopped it all from happening, but unfortunately, in order for humans to rise to power, the liches had to be wronged.

Ling Chi and Nuwa landed on half of Buzhou Mountain, looking down at the weeping Wu and Yao races. After tens of thousands of years of war and the flooding of the Nine Heavens Weak Water, the number of Wu races was less than 10,000, and the number of Yao races was only a few million. Although many of the human races had been drowned by the Weak Water, there were still at least trillions of humans in the prehistoric world. With their numerical advantage alone, the Wu and Yao races had no chance of turning the tide.

The lich and lich clans, who were crying, were suddenly hit by something, but it didn't hurt at all. It felt soft and squishy. Looking down, they saw a flat, round, white thing that wasn't very big and gave off a sweet smell.

Some carefree liches couldn't resist putting the thing in their mouths and chewing it.

"Well--"

All the liches who ate it felt much better, and the grief of losing their people and comrades dissipated considerably.

"What is this?" The lich who hadn't eaten yet frowned, but seeing those who had eaten licking their lips and staring at what they held with shining eyes, he knew it must be something good, so he hurriedly threw it into his mouth and began to chew.

"Well--"

"what--"

"Um--"

"Mosaic—"

On the battlefield, all the liches wore expressions of happiness, having forgotten the war that had just ended.

On Mount Buzhou, Nuwa stretched out her hand: "Brother Ling, I want one too."

Ling Chi laughed and scolded, "All you ever think about is eating." But he still gave her two red bean buns.

Red bean buns, a delicious treat that brings happiness.

The six saints were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then they realized: As expected of the senior chef, the food he made was indeed extraordinary.

After eating the red bean buns, both the Wu and Yao tribes were in much better spirits. They now knew that Ling Chi had shared the red bean buns with them. Led by the two great witches, Chi You and Jiu Feng, the Wu tribe, led by the four great demon generals, Bai Ze, Fei Lian, Ji Zhao, and Ying Meng, bowed to Ling Chi to express their gratitude for saving their lives. The other great witches and demon generals had perished in the battle. The two tribes naturally split into two factions, exchanging cold snorts as they bowed.

Looking at the two races with such deep-seated hatred, Ling Chi shook his head. It seemed that although the Lich Calamity had passed, the hatred between the two races would be difficult to resolve.

Ling Chi addressed the two great shamans and the four demon generals: "I suppose you already know that the remaining members of your respective clans are the only bloodlines of the shaman and demon races that once dominated the prehistoric world for countless years. You should also know that the shaman and demon races have been evenly matched for countless eons, and this remains the case. Do you still wish to continue fighting until both races are completely wiped out from the prehistoric continent?"

The group felt a pang of sadness, recalling the former glory of their two clans, now fearing their demise after this battle. They glanced at the opposing clan; this battle had resulted in two losers, both utterly defeated.

Currently, the Wu tribe has two powerful shamans, Chi You and Jiu Feng, while the Yao tribe has four powerful demon generals, Bai Ze, Fei Lian, Ji Zhao, and Ying Meng, who outnumber the other. It's truly a case of neither being able to defeat the other. If the fighting continues, it's likely that, as Ling Chi said, both tribes will completely disappear from the prehistoric continent.

Although everyone had their own thoughts, the hatred between the Lich and Demon races, accumulated over countless eons, could not be resolved with just a few words. So, everyone just lowered their heads and remained silent, none of them willing to speak.

Ling Chi didn't intend to resolve the lingering issues between the Wu and Yao races; that was too unrealistic. He simply wanted everyone to realize that they shouldn't continue fighting and causing the extinction of their races, which would be considered a great success.

It's best to leave the vicissitudes of history to time to smooth things over.

Ling Chi said, "Since the time of the great god Pangu who created the world, the grudges between the Wu and Yao races have been deep. I do not expect you to live in harmony. I only hope that you understand your respective situations and do not take the initiative to provoke trouble!"

After a pause, he addressed the crowd: "Your two races have committed many injustices on the prehistoric continent over the years. It seems that you can no longer remain here. What are your plans?"

Bai Ze, the chief of the ten demon generals, was a man of great intelligence. His prestige among the demons was second only to those who listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Our demon race is willing to retreat to the North Sea. As long as the witch race does not invade, our demon race will not take the initiative to attack!"

Ling Chi nodded and turned to look at Chi You and the Wu Clan led by Jiu Feng.

Although Chi You was a reckless man, he understood the importance and urgency of the matter at this moment. Seeing that the demon race had spoken, he simply said, "From now on, the witch race will move to the Ancestral Witch Palace and will not take the initiative to attack the demon race!"

Ling Chi nodded with a smile. In the primordial world, there is no such thing as a contract. Therefore, cultivators value cause and effect very much. Once a word is spoken, if one goes back on it, it will be against the laws of nature. At best, one's cultivation will not advance any further; at worst, one will be reduced to ashes and one's primordial spirit will be destroyed.

Ling Chi then said, "You must remember what I said today, and not let a single wrong thought lead to the destruction of your entire clan!"

Both clans were startled and repeatedly said they dared not.

Ling Chi waved his hand: "You may all go!"

"We take our leave." The two clans bid farewell to Lingchi and Nuwa for saving their lives, and, despite their injuries and illnesses, headed towards the North Sea.

At this moment, the six saints gathered around: "Greetings, Senior Chef God, greetings, Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

Ling Chi and Nuwa nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries with the six sages, and then each departed.

……

The Underworld, the Temple of Houtu.

At this moment, Houtu was in a very bad mood. Her brother and sister, who had accompanied her for millions of years, had returned to the embrace of the Father God. At this time, only a few members of the Wu tribe remained, and it was difficult for them to become the protagonists of the prehistoric world. What was the meaning of the merits she had earned through the cycle of mythology?

Just as she was struggling with her thoughts, Ling Chi and Nuwa arrived in the underworld.

Sensing the presence of the two, Houtu came to her senses and immediately went to greet them: "Senior Chef God, Sister Nuwa, you've arrived."

Sensing that Houtu's aura was unstable, Ling Chi asked, "Are you grieving over the death of the Ancestral Witch?"

Houtu's forced smile gradually disappeared, her eyelids lowered, and she remained silent.

"I knew you'd do this." Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, as long as you want to see them, you will definitely see them."

Houtu suddenly raised her eyelids, her eyes flashing with excitement: "Master Chef..."