Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Hongjun said calmly, "If they have no demands, you don't need to interfere."

Ling Chi thought for a moment and said, "I agree."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

The two reached an agreement.

……

After the six sages dispersed, Haotian and Yaochi glanced at the empty Zixiao Palace, then left hand in hand the place where they had lived for countless billions of years, heading towards their future home—the Heavenly Court.

Upon arriving at the Heavenly Court, Haotian and Yaochi were dumbfounded by its dilapidated state: Is this the Heavenly Court?

This dilapidated place is nothing like heaven.

A hint of helplessness flashed in their eyes. There was nothing they could do; this was all a consequence of the Lich War. With their power, it was far too difficult to repair the Heavenly Court. Fortunately, Hongjun sensed the bitterness in Haotian and Yaochi's hearts and waved his hand, sending down the power of the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Court instantly returned to its original state.

Haotian and Yaochi were overjoyed and bowed to the heavens to express their gratitude to Hongjun.

After the Heavenly Court was restored to its original state, Haotian and Yaochi began to work on its transformation and development.

Yaochi planted the Ren Water Peach Tree, one of the five innate spiritual roots, in a courtyard. The Ren Water Peach Tree split into 3,600 trees, which became the Peach Garden. The peaches produced in this Peach Garden became a major feature of the Heavenly Court, as they could increase the cultivation of immortals, naturally attracting countless rogue cultivators from the primordial world.

Haotian knew that the remaining witch and demon races would not be of use to him, so he turned his attention to the rogue cultivators of the prehistoric world and the human race.

Since Hongyun's self-destruction, the proletarian cultivators of the Primordial World have been subjected to a sweeping campaign by the Demon and Witch races. The consequence of this was a system where those who submitted prospered and those who resisted perished, leading to the fragmentation of the proletarian cultivators into opposing factions and their subsequent decline. Meanwhile, after the protection of Jin Ning and Doubing ended, the human race relied on the Golden Core Dao left by Laozi to fend for themselves, but they were still affected by the War between the Demon and Witch races. Many were killed by the Demon race, many were absorbed by the Witch race, and many more drowned after the collapse of the heavens.

Although the human race seemed to be in dire straits, the withdrawal of the Lich King from the prehistoric world presented them with the best opportunity for development. However, it was precisely at this nascent stage that the best time to win them over came. Thus, Haotian, lacking manpower, began to travel throughout the prehistoric world, constantly proclaiming the benefits of becoming an official in heaven among the human race. This attracted some human cultivators to become officials in heaven, while some fallen rogue immortals, seeking a way out, also accepted Haotian's offer and went to heaven to become officials. The most famous of these was Taibai Jinxing.

As the human race continued to expand in the prehistoric world, the Heavenly Court continuously absorbed rogue cultivators and human immortals, and a new era gradually descended upon the prehistoric world.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Birth of Fuxi, the Reincarnation of Hongyun

In the east of the primordial continent, a hundred miles from the Luo River, there is a tribe called Feng Gun. They migrated from Shouyang Mountain and now number over a hundred thousand, making them a well-known large tribe.

In a tribe lived a woman named Huaxu. Huaxu was kind-hearted and often helped the elderly, widowed, and orphaned in the tribe. One day, while gathering firewood on the mountain, Huaxu came across a giant footprint. Intrigued, she measured it with her own foot. Unexpectedly, shortly after returning to the tribe, Huaxu became pregnant.

Hua Xu became pregnant out of wedlock, and after hearing her account of what had happened, everyone assumed she was carrying a monster. However, considering Hua Xu's past character, they didn't kill her outright, but instead banished her from the Fenggun tribe, leaving her to fend for herself.

Humiliated, Hua Xu only thought of drowning herself in the river. On this day, Hua Xu came to the bank of the Luo River and plunged in. But she saw a seven-colored light in the distance that lifted her up and brought her back to the shore. Then, a man flew over.

Hua Xu saw that the man was dressed in white robes, tall and thin, with a handsome face, and couldn't help but blush. But thinking of her own fate, she couldn't help but feel sad and choked up, saying, "Why did you save me, young master? You might as well let me die."

Ling Chi looked helpless. If it weren't for Fuxi, he wouldn't have bothered with such a trivial matter. He shook his head and said, "The child in your womb is a great sage, not a monster. How can you take your own life?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xu was stunned, her voice trembling: "Young master, is what you say... true?"

“That’s for sure,” Ling Chi said. “You should live your life well, give birth to the child, and you will have your own happiness and fulfillment in the future.”

Overjoyed to receive Ling Chi's assurance, Hua Xu quickly thanked him for saving her life. However, the thought of how a woman like herself could survive in the desolate wilderness filled her with sorrow.

Seeing her expression, Ling Chi knew what she was thinking and immediately said, "Don't worry, as the saying goes, good people are helped by heaven. You can stay by the Luo River for now and make plans after the child is born!" After saying that, he pointed to the bank of the Luo River, and a small wooden house rose from the ground.

Hua Xu knew he had met an extraordinary person, so he immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude and settled down peacefully by the Luo River.

For some time afterward, every few days, a young and beautiful woman would bring birds, beasts, fruits, and vegetables to Huaxu as food.

The young woman called herself Jinlian. She said she was helping Huaxu at the request of her master. Huaxu knew that Jinlian's master must be that young and handsome gentleman, and she was very grateful.

With a warm home and plenty of food, Hua Xu, though heavily pregnant and having difficulty moving around, lived a peaceful life.

More than three years passed in this way. On this day, Ling Chi handed Fuxi's soul over to Houtu, explained the time of reincarnation, and then came to Huaxu's side again!

When Hua Xu saw Ling Chi arrive, she was overjoyed and was about to bow when Ling Chi stopped her, saying, "You are currently in a difficult situation, so there is no need for such formalities." She then added, "The sage in your womb has been pregnant for three years and six months and will be born tomorrow. At that time, someone will come to take you and your child back to the tribe. You must teach him well and bring blessings to all the people of the prehistoric world!"

Hua Xu had been deeply moved by Ling Chi's care over the past few years. Considering that he was a rare talent of the time, she quickly said, "Please, benefactor, take the child in my arms as your disciple so that you can teach him day and night!"

Ling Chi smiled and shook his head: "Your child is the reincarnation of a great sage, and a master-disciple relationship has long been established by a saint, so there is no need for this."

Hua Xu felt a pang of regret upon hearing this, but the thought that her child would receive the teachings of a sage filled her with joy.

After a moment of joy, Hua Xu suddenly remembered something. She glanced at Ling Chi, blushed, and said, "My benefactor first saved my child and me from the brink of death, and then took meticulous care of us for three years. I would like to ask my benefactor to name my unborn child so that my child and I can have a memento!"

"..."

Ling Chi scratched his head, feeling that Hua Xu's words were not quite right, but he had no evidence.

Without hesitation, he said, "In that case, name your child Fuxi!"

“Fuxi…Fuxi…” Hua Xu repeated the name several times, a bright and happy smile on her face: “Thank you, benefactor, this name is excellent.”

"I'm glad you're satisfied." After giving Hua Xu a few more instructions, Ling Chi left the place, waiting for Fu Xi to be born, at which point he would have completed the task entrusted to him by Nuwa.

Before they knew it, it was the next day. That evening, the red glow of the sky shone on the little house where Hua Xu lived. Two phoenixes flew in from the heavens, first circling the Feng Gun tribe, and then flying to the outside of the little house. They hovered over the roof for a long time, their cries clear and resounding throughout the land.

The people of the Fenggun tribe who followed the phoenix out of curiosity were all amazed. The phoenix was a divine bird that usually did not show itself, but now it was guarding this small house. Surely a wise person would be born inside.

At this moment, everyone smelled a strange fragrance wafting from the house, followed by the clear and loud cry of a child, which was naturally the birth of Fuxi.

Suddenly, a melodious voice came from the sky: "Have Hua Xu and her son come to welcome the Supreme Lord Laozi, the leader of the Human Sect and the Sage of Taiqing. There must be no mistake!"

The Fenggun tribe was both surprised and delighted. They were surprised that the hut was actually inhabited by Huaxu and her son, whom they had driven out three years ago. They were delighted by the birth of Fuxi, which was accompanied by a red phoenix and even attracted the attention of sages. Fuxi was sure to become a great sage, and their Fenggun tribe would benefit greatly from his good fortune.

Hua Xu, who was breastfeeding Fuxi, was also greatly surprised. But remembering what Ling Chi had said yesterday, she thought that the Sage Taiqing must have come to take Fuxi as his disciple. So she carried Fuxi out of the room.

At this moment, a melody of mystical music drifted from the sky, accompanied by rising incense smoke that filled the air. Five-colored lotus flowers slowly descended from the heavens, and a red cloud floated by. Upon the cloud, a Taoist led a blue ox, upon which sat another Taoist. This Taoist, with white hair and a youthful face, kind and benevolent, sang: "In this chaotic world, I seek a wise teacher; in times of primordial chaos, I roam freely; the Five Elements are in my grasp; the Great Dao guides all sages. Through purity, I cultivate the Golden Pagoda; through non-action, I refine the Elixir; my hands encompass the world beyond; my belly holds the Five Sacred Mountains and Mount Sumeru." His voice was serene and peaceful, and everyone instantly forgot their worries.

Everyone knew that this was the sage Laozi, and they all knelt down and shouted, "May the sage live as long as Heaven!"

Laozi waved his hand, and everyone felt refreshed and invigorated; many people even recovered from long-standing ailments. This caused another stir among the crowd.

Laozi walked straight to Huaxu's side and said, "I do have a master-disciple relationship with the child in your arms. How about I take him as my disciple?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in another uproar. Disciples of a sage—those were all high and mighty immortals!

Although Hua Xu had long known that her child would be taken in by the sage, she still couldn't hide her excitement when the moment actually arrived. Her voice trembled as she said, "In that case, I'll have to trouble the sage!" After saying that, she handed Fuxi over to Laozi.

Laozi received Fuxi and bestowed upon him a protective aura of Taiqing. He then addressed the kneeling crowd, saying, "This is the first ruler of your primordial world. You must take good care of him!"

After saying this, he returned Fuxi to Huaxu, took out a zither and said, "This zither was entrusted to me by a senior to protect you, Great Sage. You will know its wonders in the future!"

This zither is the Fuxi Zither, Fuxi's companion spirit treasure. On the day of the war between the witches and demons, Fuxi was killed by the explosion, and the Fuxi Zither was taken away by Ling Chi. At that time, the Fuxi Zither was blown to pieces. After Ling Chi entrusted it to Pu Heng to repair, he handed it over to Laozi to be given to Fuxi. That is why Laozi said this.

"Thank you, Sage." Hua Xu excitedly accepted the Fuxi Qin, gaining a clearer understanding of her child's extraordinary nature. The Sage, a senior figure, entrusted her with this task—who exactly was this powerful being's reincarnation?

After Laozi finished explaining what needed to be explained, he mounted his green ox and rode the clouds to the Eight Views Palace!

After another round of kneeling farewells, the crowd finally took Hua Xu and her son back to the Fenggun tribe.

Fuxi was, after all, the chosen human emperor. He could walk in three days and speak in five days. He was exceptionally intelligent from a young age and could remember everything he saw. The people of the Fenggun tribe were used to this and thought that this was how it should be.

When Fuxi turned twelve, the leader of the Fenggun tribe saw that Fuxi had grown into an adult and was respected by all the people. So he passed on the position of tribal leader to Fuxi, who naturally obeyed and became the leader of the Fenggun tribe in the presence of all the people.

From then on, the prehistoric human race truly began the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

After taking over the leadership, Fuxi truly lived up to expectations, and during his tenure as the leader of the tribe, he did many things to educate and enlighten the people of the prehistoric world.

At that time, people simply wrapped themselves in leaves and animal skins, a very basic garment. Every winter, many elderly people and children froze to death. Fuxi then used animal bones as needles and animal sinews as thread to make clothes from the hides of the prey, greatly increasing their ability to keep warm and saving many people from freezing to death. Fuxi also noticed that the method of recording daily hunting and fishing catches by tying knots on ropes was not very detailed, so he invented a simple symbol system for recording them.

Fuxi advocated the wedding custom of men betrothing women to women, ending the long-standing situation where children only knew their mothers and not their fathers. He also invented musical instruments such as the pottery ocarina and the zither based on the Fuxi zither, and composed joyful songs to help people relax after work and improve work efficiency.

More than a decade passed, and the Fenggun tribe grew stronger and stronger. Some tribes around Fenggun, having heard of Fuxi's deeds, came to join him and submitted to him. The Fenggun tribe also became more and more prosperous. The original small village was no longer enough for everyone to live in, and Fuxi was very distressed, thinking every day about how to solve the problem of housing for everyone.

Just then, Lao Tzu, the teacher who never interfered, finally remembered that he had such a disciple, so he threw a model of a city wall to him.

When Fuxi saw the model of the city, he was overjoyed and built the capital city in imitation of the model for his people to live in.

After the capital was built, Fuxi appointed officials in the areas that submitted to his rule to promote the advanced practices of the Fenggun tribe. After more than ten years, all the tribes were grateful for Fuxi's kindness, so they all went to the capital and elected Fuxi as the ruler of the world. Fuxi's prestige was unparalleled for a time.

Just as Fuxi, as the ruler of the world, was leading the human race forward, Zhen Yuanzi returned to the primordial world from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens and came to the human realm.

One day, Zhen Yuanzi came to a small village and saw a child of about ten years old eating grass. Judging from the child's occasional frown, the grass was obviously not very tasty.

Upon seeing the child, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed with excitement and nostalgia. Suppressing his emotions, he deliberately walked past the child. The child, seeing him, quickly called out, "Daoist Master, please wait!"

Zhen Yuanzi stopped and asked with a smile, "Child, are you calling me?"

The child bowed respectfully to Zhen Yuanzi and said, "My name is Lieshan. Seeing your dignified and extraordinary demeanor, I believe you must be a person of great power. Perhaps you can help me!"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "You're only ten years old. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lieshan said, “I observe those birds every day. They only eat the seeds of grass and trees, yet they can still live. I wanted to imitate them, so I tasted all the grass seeds around the village. However, all the grass seeds were extremely bitter and difficult to swallow. I wonder if our people have any grass or tree seeds that we can eat?”

A hint of appreciation flashed in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes as he said, "It is a good thing that your people eat birds, beasts, fish, and fruits. Why do you have this idea?"

Lieshan's eyes reddened as he said, "My father died because of hunting, and many of my people also starved to death because of food shortages!"

Humanity has developed rapidly, with its population multiplying, yet it still relies on hunting, fishing, and gathering wild fruits for survival. Gradually, this has become unsustainable, and many have starved to death. Furthermore, the wilderness is teeming with ferocious birds and beasts, so deaths and injuries among hunters are commonplace. Lieshan's father was killed by wild animals while hunting when Lieshan was eight years old, leaving Lieshan and his mother to depend on each other for survival.

Zhen Yuanzi listened with great emotion, and immediately took out a five-colored nine-eared millet stalk from his bosom and handed it to Lieshan, saying, "I pity your pure heart. You should take this and plant it in the ground. When it bears grain in the future, it will ensure that your people have enough to eat!"

Seeing the five-colored nine-eared millet shimmering with iridescent light, and a rich, indescribable fragrance wafting from it, Lieshan knew this was no ordinary item. He immediately knelt down to express his gratitude and accepted the five-colored nine-eared millet.

"Great Daoist Master, please leave your name. When the grains ripen, Lieshan will be the first to offer sacrifices to you!"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly and said, "You don't need to leave your name; you'll know it naturally in the future. However, this Five-Colored Nine-Eared Millet is a gift from me to all the people of the world on your behalf. Once you know how to cultivate it, you must promote it throughout the prehistoric world!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your future achievements are limitless, but you must always remember to keep the people in your heart. The people's suffering is your suffering, and the people's pain is your pain."

Lieshan seemed to understand but not quite, and for the moment he simply kept Zhen Yuanzi's words firmly in mind.

Zhen Yuanzi gave Lieshan a deep look, then turned and left.

Brother Hongyun, I will definitely help you achieve the Earthly Emperor Dao Fruit!

It turns out that Lieshan was the reincarnation of Hongyun.

After the Lich War ended, in the Zixiao Palace that year, Hongjun spoke privately with Zhenyuanzi about Hongyun. Only then did Zhenyuanzi understand why Hongyun's true spirit had vanished after his self-destruction—it had been captured by his teacher. Now that the human race was about to prosper, Hongjun, to compensate Hongyun, planned to reincarnate him into the human race so that he could achieve the Dao Fruit of the Earthly Emperor.

When Zhen Yuanzi learned of this, he took on the task of teaching Hongyun, which led to his trip today.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Stewing Kunpeng in an Iron Pot

Chef's Space.

Ling Chi looked at the iron pot stewed Kunpeng, which shimmered with a dazzling diamond-like light, and his eyes showed extreme satisfaction.

It's finally 100% complete.

Iron Pot Stewed Kunpeng: A top-tier diamond-colored recipe that transforms you into a Kunpeng after consumption; the effects cannot be stacked.

The dignified Quasi-Saint, the Demon Master Kunpeng, who had severed two corpses, was simply stewed in one pot by Ling Chi. However, Kunpeng's death was worthwhile, because his flesh could turn a hundred diners into his 'descendants,' and he would live forever in the bellies of these hundred diners.

Ling Chi was most satisfied with his pot. This pot could be big or small, and it could hold any size of ingredients. If it weren't for this pot, it would have been impossible to stew an entire Kunpeng in one pot.