Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"That damn cook!"

……

Chef's Space, Farm.

Today is the rice harvest day, and everyone on the farm is harvesting the new season's rice.

Ten acres of paddy fields were harvested by twenty-two farmers in just half an hour, but the subsequent processes of threshing, drying, and threshing require a lot of time.

Without the support of modern industry, being a farmer is a very tough job. Fortunately, the farmers here are all superhuman, and they treat farm work like a game.

A few days later, Ling Chi calculated the yield of rice per mu (a Chinese unit of area, approximately 0.067 hectares), and the figure was far from ideal, only slightly over 550 kilograms.

“The yield of hybrid rice is still too low.” Ling Chi said to Yue Lingshan, the person in charge of hybrid rice research, “This place has the most fertile paddy fields. Even with ordinary rice varieties, the yield would not be less than 400 kilograms. After so many years of research on hybrid rice, the yield has only increased by a little over 100 kilograms. It’s too low.”

Ling Chi's disappointment left Yue Lingshan hanging her head in silence, but Linghu Chong didn't like what he was hearing: "Five hundred and fifty kilograms is already very high, what more do you want? A yield of one thousand kilograms per mu?"

Originally intended as a challenge, Ling Chi unexpectedly nodded: "At least a thousand kilograms."

Linghu Chong rolled his eyes: "I don't believe there is such a thing as rice that can yield 1,000 kilograms per mu. If anyone manages to grow it, I'll eat shit on live stream."

"..." Ling Chi looked at him with a strange expression.

Linghu Chong felt extremely uncomfortable: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Ling Chi shook his head.

The main problem with the low rice yield is that there are too few researchers. Although Yue Lingshan is the main person in charge, she only has two assistants, Mei'er and Lan'er. How could the three of them possibly achieve a yield of over a thousand kilograms per mu in just a few decades?

Ling Chi understands them, but the progress is too slow, and they need more help.

Ling Chi opened the list of conquests, preparing to find more helpers for Yue Lingshan.

The name of the person who laughed at the world has disappeared after he left. Leaving aside the little mouse and the others, only the person who conquered Wudang Mountain that day remains.

The crowd stood silently beside or behind him, looking at the names on the list together.

The highest-ranked are the three monks of the Kong generation from Shaolin Temple, clearly their martial arts skills are the best. The fourth-ranked is somewhat surprising; it is not the Xuanming Elders, but Song Yuanqiao.

As expected of Song Yuanqiao, who revealed the recipe for the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains, he is indeed diligent and tireless, getting better year by year.

Ranking fifth and sixth are the Xuanming Elders, followed by Abbess Miejue. Interestingly, Abbess Miejue's rank has dropped from top-tier white to ordinary blue. It seems her martial arts skills have improved significantly in recent years.

But these people are not suitable for recruitment. What would be the point of recruiting three monks? To chant sutras for crops so that they will all become fruits with Buddha-nature in the future? Or to chant sutras for chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, etc., so that they can all become Buddhas in the future?

Ha ha.

Song Yuanqiao and Abbess Miejue are also unsuitable, as they both bear heavy responsibilities for their respective sects, and Ling Chi is not so selfish.

Then we can only look downwards.

A short while later.

"Huh!?" Ling Chi saw a name.

Ji Xiaofu (a spirit).

Chapter Sixteen Seeking Divine Power

Did Ji Xiaofu die?

Speaking of which, five years have passed since Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday. If we calculate according to the timeline in the original novel, Ji Xiaofu was indeed beaten to death by Abbess Miejue.

However, Granny Jin Hua, Dai Qisi, had already been recruited by him, and Ji Xiaofu, who was immune to poison, probably wouldn't take Yang Buhui to find Hu Qingniu for an antidote. Furthermore, Zhang Wuji's Xuanming True Qi had already been neutralized from the beginning, so the two likely wouldn't meet in Butterfly Valley.

If that's the case, how did Ji Xiaofu die?

This is the downside of Ling Chi staying on Peach Blossom Island like a shut-in: he's out of touch with the world.

He was unaware that Zhang Wuji's foundation had been damaged by the Xuanming True Qi, and he was gradually following the same path as in the original story. Although Ji Xiaofu was not poisoned by Dai Qisi, she was poisoned by someone else by mistake. In the end, they still met in Butterfly Valley.

Later, Ji Xiaofu refused to obey Abbess Miejue's orders to kill Yang Xiao, and was ultimately killed when Abbess Miejue smashed her skull in a fit of rage.

Before her death, Ji Xiaofu entrusted Yang Buhui to Zhang Wuji. Now Yang Buhui has returned to Yang Xiao's side, and Zhang Wuji has just obtained the Nine Yang Divine Skill. The cold poison in his body has been completely removed, and his health is getting better day by day.

Ling Chi will know these things in the future; for now, he has chosen to recruit Ji Xiaofu.

"Ji Xiaofu, a top-tier white-clad diner, attribute: Yin spirit. Recruitment successful."

In just a few years, Ji Xiaofu rose from high-level white to top-level white, but unfortunately, such an outstanding disciple was still killed by Miejue. Ruthless enough!

"Where am I?" After regaining consciousness, Ji Xiaofu looked around at the scenery and people, completely bewildered. "Wasn't I dead? Is this the underworld?"

“The underworld isn’t this beautiful,” Ling Chi laughed.

"Young hero!?"

……

……

"I see."

After listening to Ji Xiaofu's account of her ordeal, Ling Chi shook his head repeatedly: "Yang Xiao must have had feelings for you, otherwise he wouldn't have imprisoned you. But forcing a woman to have sex is too despicable. If I were to encounter him, I would make him pay the price."

"No!" Ji Xiaofu cried out in alarm and knelt down. "Young hero, please don't hurt him. I... I'm doing this willingly."

"Willingly?" Ling Chi was unconvinced.

Ji Xiaofu is a typical woman from ancient times. Before losing her virginity, she valued it above all else, but once she lost it, she immediately resigned herself to her fate.

"A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog"—this was the prevailing worldview of women in ancient times. It was pitiful, and even more despicable.

Ji Xiaofu, having experienced intense pleasure with Yang Xiao, became pregnant but gave birth to the child and named it Yang Buhui (meaning "Yang Without Regret"). If Ling Chi were Yang Xiao, he would undoubtedly be overjoyed, but he is not, so he condemns this. He condemns the evil feudal society that poisoned women's minds, making women mere appendages of men.

Condemn, strongly condemn.

“You’re already dead, so don’t worry about what happened before you died.” Ling Chi didn’t want to dwell on the topic. He said, “From now on, you can help Ling Shan research how to increase the yield of hybrid rice. When Yang Bu Hui grows up, I’ll find a way to reunite you and your daughter.”

"I...I can still see Bu Hui?" Ji Xiaofu raised her head, her expression excited.

“As long as she eats my food.” Ling Chi smiled, then suddenly remembered something: “You said you met Zhang Wuji in Butterfly Valley, how come he was there?”

"It is said that he was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm back then. Although the Xuanming True Qi was neutralized because of the young hero, it damaged his foundation. Over the years, he has relied on Master Zhang to prolong his life, and later he came to Butterfly Valley," Ji Xiaofu said.

"I see."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji still followed his predetermined fate. Judging by the timeline, he should have obtained the Nine Yang Divine Skill by now, right?

Thinking of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Ling Chi had an idea.

He had been cultivating the Hunyuan Gong for many years and had reached a bottleneck. Although he had recently broken through to the advanced blue level and his basic stats could increase rapidly, without the assistance of a divine skill manual, he was ultimately unable to unleash his full potential.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is probably one of the strongest internal skills in Jin Yong's martial arts world. Zhang Wuji only practiced it for five years and mastered it, becoming almost invincible. This shows how powerful the Nine Yang Divine Skill is in enhancing combat strength.

But here's the question: where is the Nine Yang Divine Skill?

He only remembered that it was in the Kunlun Mountains, but the Kunlun Mountains are so vast, where could he possibly find it? If Zhang Wuji hadn't had the protagonist's halo, he would have worked himself to death and still not found the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

But no matter what, we have to try our luck.

……

"Brother is going to Kunlun Mountain?" Shuang'er was very surprised when Ling Chi said he was going on a long trip, to such a far place as Kunlun Mountain, during breakfast. "What are you going there for?"

"Let's find something." Ling Chi put a piece of fish in Xiao Zhao's bowl and said, "There are many rare treasures in the Kunlun Mountains. I want to try my luck."

Shuang'er nodded: "Then I'll go with my brother!"

"No need," Ling Chi said with a smile. "There has to be a master left on the island. You have to take good care of the house while I'm gone."

Shuang'er smiled radiantly and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of the house."

"Mm." Ling Chi nodded.

"Father, Xiao Zhao wants to go with you." Xiao Zhao said quickly, "Father hasn't taken Xiao Zhao out to play in a long time."

Now, Xiao Zhao is ten years old and has grown increasingly adorable, possessing the potential to charm the world. Perhaps it's because she's been eating so well and getting so much nutrition these past few years, but she looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, and is almost as tall as Shuang'er.

Over the years, Ling Chi has been very strict with Xiao Zhao's education. Although she is only ten years old, she has already memorized the "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Three Character Classic", and has even read thousands of Tang and Song poems. In terms of literary cultivation, she is no less than any of her peers.

In addition, Han Qianye and Dai Qisi passed on their martial arts skills to Xiao Zhao through Ling Chi's instruction.

Unfortunately, Xiao Zhao's martial arts talent was a bit low. Although she had practiced martial arts for five years, her skills were still very mediocre, which infuriated Dai Qisi: "How could I have given birth to such an idiot!"

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao has a good godfather. With a constant supply of good food and drink, Ling Chi managed to fatten her up to the level of an ordinary blue-level character.

To put it bluntly, ten-year-old Xiao Zhao could easily defeat 99% of the martial arts masters in the world.

When Dai Qisi found out, she almost cried. If she had known that becoming a master was so easy, why did she have to practice martial arts so hard in her life?

No one knew how envious Daisy was of her daughter; this was truly a case of being in the right place at the right time, where even pigs could fly.

"Xiao Zhao is going too!" Ling Chi smiled and said, "This time, Dad isn't going out for fun. It's not like home; we'll often be exposed to the elements. Last time, your aunt took care of you, but this time she's not going. Can you take care of yourself?"

"I can do it," Xiao Zhao nodded repeatedly. "I can do laundry, cook, and do lots of chores. Daddy, please take me with you!"

Xiao Zhao started to act coquettishly.

Ling Chi had no choice: "Alright, alright, I'll take you there, I'll take you there."

"Hehe, Daddy is the best." Xiao Zhao happily hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

……

After the meal, Xiao Zhao happily packed her luggage, preparing to leave the island with Ling Chi.

Just then, a voice, imbued with internal force, came from outside the island: "The Emei Sect is exterminated, requesting an audience with Young Hero Ling!"

Chapter Seventeen Zhou Zhiruo

In the reception room, Abbess Miejue met Ling Chi.

One glance was enough to startle Abbess Miejue.

Five years had passed, yet Ling Chi's appearance remained unchanged; he still looked like a young man.

This is simply unbelievable. Abbess Miejue once suspected that he had practiced some kind of beauty-preserving technique, such as the Everlasting Spring Technique.

"Extinction greets Young Hero Ling."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "It's been several years since we last met. Your demeanor remains as elegant as ever. Congratulations!"

After a pause, she saw the little girl, who looked to be about ten years old, behind Abbess Miejue and her eyes lit up: What a fair-skinned, beautiful and intelligent little girl!