Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Huh?" Linghu Chong was quite surprised when his tears stopped. "Delicious?"

He smacked his lips and said, "It's actually really delicious."

"I wasn't lying to you, was I!" Ling Chi smiled, pointing to the remaining dishes: "Want some more?"

Linghu Chong nodded repeatedly: "Eat!"

Ling Chi patiently fed him the rest of the food: "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Linghu Chong closed his eyes, feeling as if he were in a saintly state of mind, and exclaimed in amazement, "What an incredible dish! I feel much calmer now."

After experiencing this sensation for a while, Linghu Chong asked, "Junior Brother, what's this dish called?"

“This dish…” Ling Chi threw the empty plate into the sink and said, “It’s called ‘Form is Emptiness’.”

"..."

three days later.

farm.

"Ling Chi! I'm going to kill you!" Linghu Chong roared madly.

Unfortunately, Ling Chi has not entered the Chef God Space for several days, and no one knows where he went.

"Waaah, Ling Chi, you...you're not human." Linghu Chong cried out in anguish, his unresponsive penis trembling.

Everyone looked at him with pity, and Feng Qingyang sighed repeatedly, "Alas! My poor child."

Ren Yingying sneered, "Despicable people will get their just desserts. They deserve it."

The eight maids nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

"..."

Yilin, whose hair had now grown long and beautiful, walked up to Linghu Chong and asked softly, "Brother Linghu, do you want to become a nun?"

Linghu Chong: "..."

……

In Zhoushan, there is an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

Ling Chi said to an old blacksmith, "I need a non-stick iron pot that doesn't need oil. Can you forge one?"

The old blacksmith looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and beard, not very tall, but with a muscular build. Hearing Ling Chi's request, the old blacksmith frowned: "Young master, what kind of iron pot can be made non-stick?"

“Well…” Ling Chi thought for a moment and said, “I heard that there is a kind of iron pot in a certain place in Shandong that needs to go through twelve processes, then be heated eighteen times, and be forged at ultra-high temperature for thirty-six thousand times until the pot is as clear as a mirror. You can see its characteristics by making the simplest scrambled eggs in water. Without adding a drop of oil, it can be made to be completely non-stick.”

The old blacksmith's head was spinning: "Young master, are you sure you want an iron pot made, and not some divine weapon?"

“Of course it’s an iron pot.” Ling Chi took out a sketch of an iron pot from his pocket and said, “It looks like this.”

The old blacksmith looked at the lifelike sketch of the iron pot and exclaimed, "Did the young master draw this? It's so lifelike!"

"It's alright... but can it actually be forged?" Ling Chi asked.

"This..." The old blacksmith frowned, remained silent for a long time, and said, "I can only try, but I can't guarantee whether it will work."

“It’s alright, give it a try!” Ling Chi took out five taels of silver and said, “This is a deposit. I have to go on a long trip and will be back in three months. Whether it works out or not, these five taels of silver are yours.”

"Thank you so much, young master! Thank you so much, young master!" The old blacksmith was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, saying, "I will do my best."

……

Two months later, in Dadu (Beijing).

In the evening, the two elders, reeking of alcohol, staggered out of the restaurant. Seeing a pear vendor by the roadside, they snatched two pears and ate them, while the vendor dared not say a word of complaint.

In Yuan Dadu, these common people dared not offend anyone who was well-dressed; otherwise, losing a few pears would be a small matter compared to losing their lives.

"You're angry, aren't you!" A young man in white walked up to the vendor.

The vendor was taken aback for a moment, then, seeing that it was a young master, quickly said, "Young master, you are joking. How could I dare?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, squatted down to look at the pears in the basket, picked out more than ten, and tossed him a piece of silver: "It's late, go home now!"

"Young master!?" The vendor was stunned. Seeing the white-robed youth walk away, he pinched his arm hard.

pain!

Not a dream.

He hurriedly stuffed the loose silver into his pocket, and the peddler picked up the remaining pears and left the city.

Soon after, the two elders of Xuanming walked to a secluded spot and were about to urinate when they were suddenly struck hard on the back of the head and lost consciousness.

Ling Chi put the thick wooden stick into the Chef God Space, his eyes shining as he looked at the two Xuanming Elders lying on the ground.

experience!

Chapter Fourteen Minmin Temur

Three days later, at the Prince of Ruyang's residence.

"Princess, the Xuanming Elders have gone missing."

Inside Princess Minmin Temur's independent council chamber, A'da reported the news with a solemn expression.

A little girl dressed in a gorgeous dress paused while writing, looked up, and revealed an adorable face that would charm anyone.

Minmin Temur, the apple of the eye of the Prince of Ruyang, was granted the title of Princess Shaomin by the Yuan Emperor. At only nine years old, she was already a renowned female strategist in the capital and was praised by countless high-ranking Mongolians as a once-in-a-millennium pearl of the grasslands.

Whether it was flattery or not is a matter of opinion, but Minmin Temur was indeed very intelligent. At the age of six, he could compose poems without hesitation, and his words were bold and spirited. By the age of eight, he was skilled in ingenuity, strategy, and unexpected twists.

The Prince of Ruyang valued her highly and arranged for numerous experts to protect her, and A'da was one of them.

A-Da, whose real name was Fang Dongbai, was originally the head of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. His swordsmanship was so exquisite that he was famous throughout the martial arts world. Because his sword strikes were incredibly fast, as if he had seven or eight arms, he was nicknamed "Eight-Armed Divine Swordsman". Legend has it that he died of a serious illness and actually joined the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, taking the alias "A-Da".

At first, he was quite resentful that the Prince of Ruyang had assigned him to the side of a young girl, but after just one month, his thoughts completely changed, and he willingly allowed Princess Shaomin to do as she pleased.

The reason is simple: Princess Shaomin is too intelligent, not at all like an eight or nine-year-old girl. Ah Da is very knowledgeable and has met countless talented people from all over the world, but in his opinion, there is not a single one who can compare with Princess Shaomin.

A woman destined for heaven!

This is Ah Da's truest feeling.

Upon hearing Ah Da's report, Minmin Temur frowned and asked, "When did they go missing?"

His voice possessed the unique innocence and crispness of his age, yet it carried a hint of coldness, making him someone not to be underestimated.

"The last time anyone saw them was three days ago at noon..." Ah Da recounted all the known information: "After the two left the restaurant, they were never seen again."

"Investigate!" Minmin Temur picked up his pen and continued writing the unfinished Chinese characters: "In Yuan Dadu, it is impossible for someone to disappear without a trace. No clue should be overlooked."

"Yes." Ah Da accepted the order and left.

Not long after, Minmin Temur put down his brush and looked at the Chinese characters he had written: "Supreme in the martial arts world, the Dragon-Slaying Saber commands the world, none dare disobey."

"Boring." He crumpled the fine Xuan paper into a ball and tossed it away casually.

Sitting at her desk, hands supporting her chin, her dangling legs swinging back and forth, the little girl Minmin Temur drifted into a daze: "I really want someone to play with me!"

……

Minmin Temur's men were very capable; in less than a day, they found a suspicious lead.

"A tall, thin young man in white?"

Upon hearing Ah Da's report, Minmin Temur's eyes flashed, and he said, "Bribed the city gate guards, and had them carry two suspicious sacks out of the city..."

“Yes,” Ah Da said. “The city gate guards thought he was a human trafficker, so they didn’t pay any attention to him.”

“Human traffickers?” Minmin Temur laughed. “Indeed, they are human traffickers.” Then her face turned cold. “But the ones they trafficked were my people!”

Ah Da dared not even breathe loudly.

"Order local officials to thoroughly investigate this person!" Minmin Temur decisively gave the order.

"Yes!" Ah Da accepted the order and left.

When Minmin Temur was left alone in the room, a hint of excitement appeared in the little girl's eyes: "A person who dares to abduct this princess in Yuan Dadu, this person is really bold... How interesting."

……

On the official road near Mount Song, Ling Chi pierced the heart of a Yuan soldier with his sword, then withdrew it and sheathed it.

Sitting down to eat two steamed buns, looking at the corpses of Mongol cavalrymen scattered all over the ground, Ling Chi thought to himself: This is the third wave already. It seems our tracks have been exposed. We need to be careful on the road ahead.

After that, Ling Chi never entered a city again, only traveling through the wilderness. Although he encountered several waves of Mongol cavalry along the way, he managed to evade the pursuit of the later waves, except for the first two waves which he defeated.

These Yuan soldiers were swift as the wind, numerous, and equipped with bows and arrows. He would never want to engage them head-on unless absolutely necessary. Not only would the fighting be exhausting, but they could also easily scatter and escape, making it far less effective.

As expected of the Mongol cavalry, who conquered the largest territory in history and were known as the Yellow Peril by Europeans, Ling Chi had a very direct impression—a pack of cunning and ferocious steppe wolves.

"It's all your fault!" Ling Chi kicked the two elders of Xuanming twice. If it weren't for them, how could he have been chased by so many Mongol cavalry?

The two elders of Xuanming endured the pain, their only thought being: "Damn it!"

……

After a series of stops and starts, and a series of evasive maneuvers, Ling Chi finally escaped the pursuit of the Mongol cavalry and successfully returned to Peach Blossom Island.

Seeing Ling Chi return with the Xuanming Elders, looking travel-worn, Shuang'er felt relieved. She immediately instructed the little dog and pig beside her to help Ling Chi bathe and change. She then personally escorted the Xuanming Elders into the cave where the Eastern Heretic had imprisoned Zhou Botong years ago, sealing their major acupoints and imprisoning them.

The Xuanming Elders: MMP!

……

After returning to Peach Blossom Island, Ling Chi stayed briefly before heading to the Zhoushan blacksmith shop.

Upon seeing the old blacksmith, Ling Chi asked, "Is the iron pot finished?"

Upon seeing Ling Chi arrive, the old blacksmith's face lit up with excitement: "Following the method you instructed, young master, I have finally fulfilled my mission and forged an oil-free, non-stick iron pot."

The old blacksmith took out an iron pot wrapped in oiled paper, unwrapped it, and said, "Young master, please take a look."

A gleaming iron wok appeared before him, and Ling Chi's eyes lit up. He exclaimed, "What a fine wok!"

"Young master, please give it a try." The old blacksmith was very confident and immediately took out an egg for Ling Chi to test the pot.

"Okay!" Ling Chi first cleaned the iron wok, then placed it on the stove, added a spoonful of water, and waited for it to boil before pouring in the beaten eggs and scrambling them. Ten seconds later, the fluffy and tender scrambled eggs were ready, and the iron wok remained shiny and completely non-stick.

"Great pot!" Ling Chi was very satisfied and gave a thumbs up: "Master chef, you have excellent skills."

The old blacksmith, beaming with pride, grinned so wide his teeth showed: "You flatter me, young master. If you hadn't explained the basic process of forging this iron pot, I wouldn't have been able to create such a fine pot."