Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Dinner Party

Early in the morning of February 15th, Ling Chi first practiced swordsmanship at the martial arts training ground, and then honed his Hunyuan Gong (a type of internal energy cultivation technique).

A month ago, Ling Chi obtained the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, which only the sect leader could cultivate.

Everyone says that Zixia is the number one of the nine skills of Mount Hua, but Lingchi has not practiced it.

There's no other reason, just one thing—it's ugly.

The person emitting the energy had a purple aura on their face.

Upon seeing the 'special effects' of the Zixia Divine Skill, Ling Chi instantly lost interest.

Look at yourself in the mirror and touch your face. A fair complexion is better; what would a purplish face look like? That's not some kind of supernatural power; it could be cardiovascular disease, and it needs treatment.

After finishing his Hunyuan Gong practice, Ling Chi was covered in sweat. Mei'er obediently handed him a damp towel: "Young Master, wipe your sweat!"

Ling Chi took the towel and wiped his sweat as he said, "There are many guests today, so we need to prepare the food in advance. I'll call Shuang'er and Chunxiang over later to help me out."

Mei'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "Young Master is about to become the sect leader, but he still can't forget his old profession!"

"Who says the sect leader can't cook?" Ling Chi tossed her a towel: "It's rare to have so many guests from all over the country, so of course I, the young master, must treat them well."

Zhu'er stepped over: "Young Master, the hot water is ready. Come and bathe and change!"

As the sun rose, Ling Chi took a deep breath: "Here it comes."

……

"The ceremony is complete!"

After a rather complicated process, Ling Chi was officially crowned as the leader of the Huashan Sect in front of countless congratulatory guests from the martial arts world.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the ceremony at my Huashan Sect. To express my gratitude, I, Ling Chi, will personally cook for you all today. Please move to the square at the foot of the mountain."

Ling Chi's words left countless people dumbfounded.

The head of the Huashan Sect personally cooked to entertain the guests.

Doesn't this art style seem a bit off?

How novel!

But thinking about the commotion Ling Chi caused in Hengshan City and Blackwood Cliff, I felt relieved.

Standard procedure.

……

At the foot of the mountain, rows of long tables were set up in the plaza. Under the guidance of Huashan Sect disciples, guests of different ranks from various sects sat at separate tables. The Buddhist monks, who did not eat meat, were served vegetarian dishes. Although they were vegetarian, they were prepared in many different ways, allowing the monks to eat to their heart's content.

In the kitchen, Ling Chi was cooking in a large iron wok, which could cook more than fifty portions. There were three such large iron woks, and Ling Chi handled them all by herself with ease, which greatly impressed the maids who were helping her.

"The shredded pork with garlic sauce is ready, serve!"

"Yes."

"The Three Treasures of the Earth are ready, serve!"

"Yes."

"The sweet and sour gluten is ready, serve!"

"Yes."

One delicious dish after another was served, broadening the horizons of all the diners and whetting their appetites.

Looking at the exquisitely prepared vegetarian dishes on the table, Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin Temple couldn't help but exclaim, "It is said that Master Ling's culinary skills are unparalleled in the world. Seeing them today, I can confirm that the reputation is well-deserved."

"A great reputation is well-deserved." Daoist Chongxu stroked his beard and nodded: "In terms of culinary skills, Sect Leader Ling is probably the best in history."

"That's not necessarily true," Master Fangzheng said with a smile and a shake of his head.

"Oh?" Everyone present looked surprised. "Could it be that someone is even better at cooking than Sect Leader Ling?"

"It's hard to say what the world is like now, but three hundred years ago, a master chef emerged in the martial arts world."

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised. Abbess Dingxian asked, "I wonder what the abbot is referring to?"

"Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, home to the heroine Huang Rong," Master Fangzheng said.

"Huang Rong?" Some people were confused, while others seemed to be deep in thought.

A glint flashed in Master Chongxu's eyes: "Could she be the wife of the great hero Guo Jing?"

"Master Chongxu is indeed learned and has a remarkable memory." Master Fangzheng nodded with a smile: "Indeed."

"I wonder what Huang Rong's background is?" the uninformed person humbly asked.

"Speaking of Lady Huang, she has an extraordinary background..." Master Fangzheng slowly recounted the events of the late Southern Song Dynasty.

……

"The Mongol army launched a massive attack on Xiangyang, the city fell, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong both died for their country." At this point, Master Fangzheng sighed, "A truly moving and tragic story."

The audience was stunned and filled with grief and indignation: "Damn Mongol Tartars!"

“I remember now,” said Abbess Dingxian. “Wasn’t the founder of the Emei Sect Guo Xiang, the daughter of Lady Huang?”

"That is indeed the case." Master Chongxu said, "Wudang and Emei have a long-standing relationship. More than a hundred years ago, Emei sent a female leader with extraordinary talent and beauty, and this female leader was sent there by my Wudang founder, Master Zhang."

"There's more to this than that?"

Time can erase everything. These secrets of the martial arts world from a hundred years ago are known to few people except for sects that have been passed down for hundreds of years. It is rare for the big shots of various sects to gather together today, so they must gossip about them.

Whether or not I gain knowledge is irrelevant; the main thing is to have fun and hear something new.

While the various sects were enjoying their meal in the square, Ling Chi in the kitchen was already squinting with joy.

"Ding, conquered..."

"Ding, conquered..."

"Ding, conquered..."

What a lovely jingling sound! Although the experience points gained were limited, over a hundred new recipes appeared, more than ten of which could increase attribute values. They weren't very useful now, but they would come in handy once he leveled up to blue.

Is there anything more blissful in the world than cooking?

No!

Absolutely not!

I love cooking; cooking makes me happy.

The banquet lasted until late afternoon, and every guest ate to their heart's content. Even Zuo Lengchan found Ling Chi much more pleasing to the eye, or at least less annoying.

"Thank you all for attending Ling Chi's enthronement celebration. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."

When seeing the guests off, Ling Chi kept making polite remarks and adopted a very humble attitude, making everyone feel comfortable and giving them a higher opinion of the future of the Huashan Sect.

With this son around, the Huashan Sect is poised for a rise.

"Sect Leader Ling, don't forget our appointment at Mount Song on the fifteenth of next month," Zuo Lengchan reminded him before leaving.

Ling Chi smiled broadly: "Sect Leader Zuo, rest assured, the Huashan Sect will definitely keep the appointment on time."

"Hmm." Zuo Lengchan left with the people from the Songshan Sect.

"Sect Leader Ling." At this moment, the nuns from Hengshan Sect came over. Abbess Dingyi stepped forward and said, "Yilin wishes to stay here to see Junior Sister Linghu and Junior Sister Lingshan. Please ask Sect Leader Ling to take care of them."

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master." Ling Chi glanced at Yi Lin and smiled, "I will take good care of Junior Sister Yi Lin."

"Yes." Abbess Dingyi smiled broadly: "The Five Mountains Alliance will be held on the fifteenth of next month. At that time, Sect Leader Ling can take Yilin to Mount Song. There is no need to send her back to Mount Heng."

"In that case, I will make the arrangements," Ling Chi readily agreed.

"Then I'm relieved." Abbess Dingyi nodded in satisfaction.

After seeing off the nuns from the Hengshan Sect, Ling Chi said to Yi Lin, "Junior Sister Yi Lin, you and Shuang'er should go back to your room and rest for a while. I'll come find you after I've seen off the guests."

"Then Yilin will go and rest. Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Ling," Yilin said.

"It's not hard work." Ling Chi smiled slightly and let Shuang'er take Yilin up the mountain.

……

After about half an hour, Ling Chi saw off the last group of guests and breathed a sigh of relief.

By this time, the Huashan Sect disciples had finished taking the tables and chairs, and were about to load up a cart to transport them away.

The tables and chairs were borrowed from the homes of the people in Huashan Town. To thank these people, Ling Chi ordered that some of the leftover food be packed up and given to them as rent.

With everything arranged, Ling Chi returned to the Huashan Sect.

It was already late afternoon when they returned to the sect, and the sky was beginning to darken. After exchanging a few words with Yilin, Ling Chi said, "It's getting dark today, how about we go see our senior brother and sister early tomorrow morning?"

"I'll follow Senior Brother Ling's arrangements." Yi Lin nodded and blinked, "Senior Brother Ling, Yi Lin has a lot to say to you."

Judging from Yilin's expression, it didn't seem like she was confessing her feelings.

Ling Chi realized he was overthinking things and smiled, "Senior brother also has a lot to say to junior sister Yilin." He paused, then added, "How about senior brother prepares another delicious meal, and we can have a late-night chat by candlelight?"

"I will follow Senior Brother Ling's arrangements."

Chapter Fifty-Three: Questioning Life

the next day.

After breakfast, Ling Chi took Yi Lin to the back mountain.

After their late-night conversation by candlelight, Yilin felt much closer to Lingchi. Although it was just a simple chat while walking, it made her very excited, and she kept chattering away the whole way.

"Brother Ling, how much further?" After walking for half an hour, Yilin looked at the mountain road in front of her and saw not a single person in sight.

"Just two more turns and we'll be there," Ling Chi smiled. "Are you tired?"

"It's alright." Yilin shook her head. "I just didn't expect that Brother Linghu and Sister Lingshan's place of mourning is so far away. The disciples who bring them food every day must be working very hard!"

"Compared to the disciples who do chores, this is already quite easy." Ling Chi took out a handful of pine nuts from his sleeve and said, "Eat some pine nuts when you're bored, they're quite fragrant."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ling." Yilin took the pine nuts, eating and laughing at the same time, "Brother Ling is really amazing, he always has delicious food on him."

"That's right." Ling Chi said quite proudly, "I'm a culinary god, how can I be called a culinary god if I don't have delicious food on me?"