Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Master Chef?" Yilin blinked. "Senior Brother Ling, is this your new title in the martial arts world?"

"Excellent!" Ling Chi exclaimed confidently, "Self-proclaimed!"

"..."

……

After turning two corners, they finally saw two adjacent thatched huts. In the open space in front of the huts, a man and a woman were practicing swordsmanship; they were Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan.

"Brother Linghu! Sister Lingshan!" Upon seeing them, Yilin shouted happily and waved vigorously.

Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan sheathed their swords and looked over. When they saw it was Yilin, smiles appeared on their faces, and they waved to each other.

"Senior Brother Ling, I'm going now," Yi Lin said, and quickly ran over.

Ling Chi watched her cheerful figure as she walked away, smiled slightly, and strolled after her.

"Brother Linghu, Sister Lingshan, I've missed you so much!" Upon seeing the two, Yilin excitedly grabbed Yue Lingshan's hand and expressed her longing to them.

Although Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan had just experienced the pain of losing their parents, more than a month had allowed them to calm down. Seeing their junior sister Yilin again after two years, they were naturally overjoyed: "We missed you very much too."

Ling Chi walked over slowly and smiled, "Junior Sister Yilin was clamoring to find Senior Brother and Senior Sister a couple of days ago. She even gave up returning to her sect for you."

"I...I didn't." Yilin's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell: "Senior Brother Ling is bullying me. It was Master who told me to stay."

Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan couldn't help but laugh. Two years had passed, and their junior sister Yilin was still as amusing as ever.

After joking around, Linghu Chong said, "Junior Brother, I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet. Now you are the leader of the Huashan Sect, with heavy responsibilities on your shoulders. You'll have to work hard from now on."

Yue Lingshan also looked at him and said softly, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Sect Leader."

"There's nothing to congratulate you on." Ling Chi waved his hand. "Being the sect leader isn't easy. I, as your junior brother, lack the prestige to hold the position. I'm just temporarily in charge in this emergency. Once my senior brother finishes his mourning period, I'll pass the position to you."

"No!" Linghu Chong shook his head repeatedly: "I don't want to be the sect leader. It would be better if Junior Brother were the sect leader."

"You think I just wanted to?" Ling Chi said irritably, "If you hadn't packed your bags and run away, would I have come back to help you seek justice? And if I wasn't helping you seek justice, I wouldn't have..."

Seeing Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan's gloomy expressions, Ling Chi quickly shut his mouth and said, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I just..."

"It's nothing." Linghu Chong waved his hand. "I know you didn't mean it." He paused. "It's all in the past now. My sister and I... my junior sister has been much calmer these days. Junior brother, you don't need to worry."

"Then I'm relieved." Although he said that, seeing that Yue Lingshan was still a little gloomy, Ling Chi took out a small package from his sleeve and said, "Senior Brother and Senior Sister haven't eaten yet, have they? I brought some red bean buns, you can try them."

"Did Junior Brother make this himself?" Linghu Chong asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare give it to my senior brother if I didn't make it myself!" Ling Chi said.

"Haha."

"Haha."

……

After a while.

"Ah! The red bean buns are so delicious, they've made me feel so much better." Yue Lingshan stretched and yawned, showing off her youthful and beautiful figure. Her face was no longer gloomy, but full of sunshine.

"As expected of Junior Brother, even his red bean buns are different from others." Linghu Chong also smiled and smacked his lips: "I'd like to have some wine now."

"Bear with it!" Ling Chi said, "You can't drink alcohol during the mourning period."

"Sigh!" Linghu Chong sighed and shook his head, "Forget it, there are still two years left, just bear with it and it will pass."

In ancient times, people observed a three-year mourning period, which was considered the most serious. This "three years" didn't refer to a full three years, but rather twenty-five months. The first two years were twenty-four months, and the third year only required one month of mourning, thus completing the three-year period.

Now that Yue Buqun and the others have been gone for nearly two months, and Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan have been observing mourning for more than a month, they only need to observe mourning for another two years before they can resume all entertainment activities.

Ling Chi smiled slightly and asked, "How has Senior Brother's swordsmanship been these past few days?"

After their detailed discussion in the secret chamber last time, he passed on the Dugu Nine Swords to Linghu Chong. This was something Linghu Chong was supposed to learn anyway; Ling Chi was simply returning it to its rightful owner.

"It's alright." Linghu Chong's eyes flashed, and he said, "Junior Brother, thank you very much."

Ling Chi waved his hand and said, "Senior Brother, don't slack off these two years. Practice martial arts diligently, because the Huashan Sect will need you in the future."

"I am no longer a disciple of Mount Hua..."

"Don't say such things." Ling Chi's tone was somewhat stern: "You are the senior disciple of the Huashan Sect, and no one can replace you."

Linghu Chong remained silent.

Ling Chi patted him on the shoulder and went to chat with Yue Lingshan.

After eating the red bean buns, Yue Lingshan's mood recovered quickly, and Ling Chi chatted with her, enjoying the conversation quite a bit. This was the Yue Lingshan he knew.

After about half an hour, Ling Chi saw that the sun was higher in the sky and said, "I still have some sect affairs to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Junior Sister Yilin, are you staying here or coming with me?"

"I want to spend more time with Sister Lingshan and Brother Linghu. Can I go back a little later?" Yilin asked, her eyes pleading.

Ling Chi nodded: "Alright, I'll have my disciples send over an extra lunch."

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother Ling."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and looked at Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I'll be leaving now. Please let me know if anything happens."

"Junior Brother, go ahead and get busy!" Linghu Chong said with a smile. "It's much better here than on the Cliff of Contemplation. At least I have company and won't be lonely."

Yue Lingshan nodded: "With my...Senior Brother here, everything will be alright."

"That's good."

……

The Huashan Sect is a large sect with many affairs every day. Although most of them are handled by others, Ling Chi, the newly appointed sect leader, cannot be too leisurely.

Since he became the sect leader, many people have come seeking to join the Huashan Sect. Although the initial and secondary reviews of these individuals are handled by his fellow disciples, the final decision still requires his approval as the sect leader. Recently, his main task has been reviewing these shortlisted candidates.

It would be difficult for anyone else to find out if there were spies sent by other forces among these people, but Ling Chi has a way.

He steamed several trays of meat buns and fed them. Once their stomachs were satisfied, he asked them who had sent them.

Those who said without hesitation that no one had sent them all became ordinary disciples of the Huashan Sect.

A few people would pause for a moment before saying that no one had sent them.

Ling Chi just chuckled.

With him around, the Huashan Sect will never produce another Lao Denuo.

Half a month passed just like that.

On the first day of the third month, Ling Chi, along with Shuang'er, eight maids, and Yi Lin, set off for Mount Song.

Originally, Feng Buping and the others were against it, thinking that Ling Chi was being too frivolous. However, Ling Chi made the three of them engage in a series of battles with Shuang'er. As a result, these three Huashan Sect elders were beaten up one by one by Shuang'er, making them question their existence.

Even the eight maids fought against Ling Chi's senior brothers, and the results were quite touching.

After eight fierce battles, all eight maids won.

"..."

The senior students all became withdrawn.

Even if they were stupid, they would know that these eight young maids must have been trained by Ling Chi with great effort, otherwise they wouldn't be able to defeat them who had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years after only a few months of training.

"Do the three senior uncles and all the senior brothers have no objections?" Ling Chi asked cheerfully.

"..."

And so, Ling Chi, accompanied by a group of beautiful young women, traveled through mountains and rivers, heading towards Mount Song.

The Huashan Sect, however, began a hellish martial arts training frenzy.

For a time, cries of agony echoed throughout Mount Hua.

Chapter 54 Three Matchmakings

The distance between Mount Hua and Mount Song is only a little over 300 kilometers. If they had a swift horse, they could have reached the destination in a single day. However, Ling Chi and the other women chose to walk. They stopped frequently along the way to admire the scenery, and could only cover about 50 or 60 li (approximately 25-30 kilometers) per day.

It wasn't a big deal for a day or two, but seeing that it had been like this for four or five days, Yilin started to get anxious: "Senior Brother Ling, if we keep going like this, will we miss the Five Mountains Alliance?"

"Don't worry! It won't happen." Ling Chi smiled and said, "As long as there are no major accidents, we should be able to arrive at Mount Song on March 14th."

"Really?" Yilin wasn't very good at math.

"Just trust me." Ling Chi looked at the beautiful scenery along the way and said, "Look, the wildflowers are blooming."

Looking at the wildflowers everywhere, he remembered a song and hummed it softly: "Wildflowers by the roadside~~ Don't pick them. You'll regret it if you don't..."

Seeing Ling Chi squatting by the roadside picking wildflowers, Shuang'er giggled, "Brother, you're singing nonsense again."

"Haha, life should always have some fun." Ling Chi picked a lot of wildflowers, sat down on the ground, and said, "Come on, I'll make you flower wreaths."

"Great! Great!" The eight maids exclaimed enthusiastically, "Young master, we want to make flower wreaths too!"

"Then let's have a competition to see who can make the prettiest flower wreath?" Ling Chi said with a smile. "Whoever makes the prettiest one will get a reward from the young master."

"Great!" The maids excitedly went to pick wildflowers and weave flower wreaths.

"Sister Yilin, let's join in!" Shuang'er excitedly pulled Yilin to pick flowers.

Yilin was also eager to try. Although she was a nun, she was first and foremost a young woman under twenty. What girl her age doesn't like beautiful things?

She couldn't fit a single flower into her hair, but she could wear a wreath.

Following the example of the other girls, Yilin carefully wove a flower wreath.

Unlike other girls who chose colorful flowers, Yilin's wreath was made entirely of white flowers. People who like white give off an elegant, pure, and lighthearted feeling.

It perfectly matches Yilin's personality.

Soon after, aside from Ling Chi herself, all ten girls had made their own favorite and most satisfying flower wreaths.

"Young Master, look at my flower wreath, isn't it pretty?" Chunxiang showed her flower wreath to Lingchi.

It's predominantly yellow, accented with small red and white flowers. I must say, it's quite pretty.

"Not bad, not bad." Ling Chi nodded repeatedly in praise, and Chunxiang smiled like a flower.

"Young Master, look at my flower wreath." Not wanting to be outdone, the other maids also brought out their own woven flower wreaths for Ling Chi to comment on.

After reading it, Ling Chi praised it repeatedly.

"it is good."

"good."