Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Do not break the rules.

No...

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Not long after, Abbot Kongwen returned with five taels of silver in his pocket.

Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has killed people, and is no longer pure. Buddha will not accept someone like this monk. Perhaps...

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With Abbess Miejue leading the way, people gradually tried buying a serving, and once they tasted it, they couldn't stop eating it.

"Well--"

"what--"

"Um--"

"I want--"

……

Ling Chi smiled broadly as she watched the increasingly long queue.

That's right, that's how it should look.

What's wrong with stinky tofu? It just smells a bit stinky! But it tastes incredibly delicious.

Don't believe me? Try it.

Xiao Zhao stopped covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Perhaps due to herd mentality, she gradually felt that the smell of stinky tofu was not so inhuman. Seeing how much everyone else enjoyed it, she even had the desire to try it herself.

"How could I have such a thought?" Xiao Zhao patted her head. "I don't want to eat smelly things."

……

"Xiao Zhao, what are you doing?" Ling Chi looked at Xiao Zhao, who was hiding behind the car and secretly eating stinky tofu, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"Shh!" Xiao Zhao hurriedly gestured for him to shut up: This little fairy also has her pride, okay? How can I let people see me eating stinky tofu?

“…” Ling Chi shook his head and continued to entertain the guests.

Today was quite busy.

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and quickened her eating pace. She absolutely couldn't let anyone see.

Just then, her keen intuition told her that a strange gaze was fixed on her from the right.

Turning her head, she saw Zhou Zhiruo looking at her with a half-smile.

"..."

pat-

Half a piece of stinky tofu fell to the ground from where he was eating.

……

In the evening, after selling the last serving of stinky tofu, Ling Chi stretched, looking rather unwell.

Almost all the members of the six major sects had eaten Zhang Sanfeng's steamed buns during his 100th birthday celebration. After a busy day, they only managed to produce a few dozen recipes, which were mostly ordinary white and high-grade white.

A bunch of useless trash.

They think they can destroy the Ming Cult with this? That's wishful thinking.

Ling Chi distributed the olive oil used to fry the stinky tofu to some poor people in the neighborhood. This oil could not be reused after one use, otherwise it would affect the final product.

Five taels of silver per serving—that's not an arbitrary price. Of course, the most expensive part is his culinary skills; the ingredients are secondary.

"Xiao Zhao, it's time to pack up." Ling Chi looked at Xiao Zhao, who was squatting behind the cart muttering to herself, and asked, "What are you muttering about?"

Xiao Zhao turned to look at him, her eyes vacant: "Father, let's kill Zhou Zhiruo!"

"..."

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Early the next morning, Ling Chi pushed the cart and followed closely behind the Emei Sect towards Bright Summit.

Xiao Zhao had regained her energy. Sitting in the car, she looked at the scenery and occasionally glanced at Zhou Zhiruo in front of her, smiling happily.

Last night, Zhou Zhiruo came to Ling Chi to discuss the plan of the six major sects to besiege Bright Peak. During their conversation, Ling Chi gave her a serving of stinky tofu as a late-night snack. Zhou Zhiruo accepted it.

Seeing that she had eaten stinky tofu, Xiao Zhao's empty eyes returned to normal.

Hmph! You ate stinky tofu too, so we're all stinky little fairies, and nobody should criticize anyone else!

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As they got closer to Bright Peak, the number of Ming Cult spies also increased.

This time, the six major sects almost used all their strength to besiege the Ming Cult. Although the Ming Cult usually fought independently, they united closely in this critical moment of life and death. Almost all the masters who were away returned to Bright Peak, vowing to live and die with the Ming Cult.

……

While the Ming Cult and the six major sects were preparing for war, they were unaware that an army from the Yuan Dynasty was secretly gathering and converging on Bright Peak in an encirclement.

The leader was a beautiful young girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in white and holding a white jade folding fan.

"The princess!"

Ah Da quickly approached her from the front, stopping when they were five meters apart to report: "The six major sects are only sixty li away from Bright Peak, and almost all the Ming Cult masters have returned to Bright Peak."

The young girl was none other than Princess Shaomin—Minmin Temur.

Now she has a Han Chinese name—Zhao Min.

Many years later, she is now a beautiful 17-year-old girl, as beautiful as an angel.

After listening to A-Da's report, Zhao Min rolled up her folding fan with her jade-like hands and smiled, "Very good."

“There’s one more thing…” Ah Da hesitated, unsure whether he should report it.

Zhao Min glanced at him and said, "Speak freely."

"Yes." A-Da clasped his hands and said, "Yesterday, a tall, thin young man in XX City was selling a snack called stinky tofu, which caused a sensation throughout the city. The six major sects lined up to buy it. Today, the young man is also following the Emei Sect, seemingly heading to Bright Peak."

"Hmm?" Zhao Min's eyes lit up.

A tall, thin boy? Selling snacks?

The two elders behind her suddenly became extremely excited: "Princess! It's him! It's him! It must be him!"

Zhao Min opened her folding fan, covering her mouth and nose, her eyes filled with a smile: "I didn't expect him to show up, how interesting."

A few years ago, the Xuanming Elders returned to Yuan Dadu. Although they mentioned the suspect, finding someone in the vast sea of ​​people was not easy. Even with Zhao Min's intelligence network, they still couldn't find a single clue.

It's not her fault. Ling Chi has only gone out once in all these years, and that was when he went deep into the sparsely populated Kunlun Mountains. Naturally, Zhao Min couldn't find him. In the following years, he stayed on Peach Blossom Island, so he was even more difficult to find.

The more she couldn't find him, the more interested Zhao Min became. In all the world, no one had ever aroused her such excitement.

I never expected that what I had been searching for would come to me so easily.

"He's been following the Emei Sect the whole time?" Zhao Min asked.

"Yes," Ah Da said with certainty.

"The Emei Sect... interesting." Zhao Min lightly waved her folding fan, about to give an order, when she suddenly remembered something: "You said that person was a young man?"

"Yes," said Ada.

Zhao Min frowned slightly: "That's not right."

“Princess, something’s not right?” Lu Zhangke, whose little brother had been cut off, was filled with resentment: “I’ll swear on my life, it’s definitely him! There’s no mistake.”

Zhao Min shook her head and said, "Seven years ago, he was a boy. Seven years later, is he still a boy?"

"This..." Everyone fell silent.

Zhao Min rolled up her folding fan and said, "In any case, this is a clue. Xuanming Elders, you two should go and confirm it. Whether it is him or not, report back quickly."

"Yes!" The two elders of Xuanming clasped their fists and broke away from the main force, eagerly rushing towards the Emei Sect.

Zhao Min gazed ahead and murmured, "If it really is him, then this will be interesting."

Seven years later, he still looks like a teenager... How interesting.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Village Girl

Two hours later, the two elders of Xuanming returned, their faces filled with deep hatred and excitement: "Princess! It's him! I would recognize that face even if it turned to ashes!"

Having obtained accurate intelligence, Zhao Min turned to the ascetic monk and asked, "Master Monk, what martial art in the world can make one's appearance eternally youthful?"

After a moment of silence, the Bitter Monk said, "Several hundred years ago, the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, the master of the Heavenly Mountain Lingjiu Palace, cultivated a magical martial art that could reverse aging. However, she later disappeared without a trace, and the Lingjiu Palace gradually vanished from the martial world."

"Does such martial arts truly exist in the world?" Zhao Min exclaimed in astonishment. "Where is Lingjiu Palace located?"

The ascetic monk shook his head: "I only know that they were in the Tianshan Mountains, and that they have been extinct for hundreds of years, I'm afraid..."

"It's alright." Zhao Min opened her folding fan and gently shook it: "If there really is a technique to reverse aging, our Great Yuan Dynasty can surely be passed down for ten thousand years without perishing. No matter how big the Tianshan Mountains are, we will turn them upside down."

Bitter Monk: "..."

"This matter is not urgent." Closing her folding fan, Zhao Min said with a sharp look in her eyes, "First, destroy the Ming Cult and the six major sects."

……

Ling Chi watched as yet another wave of Ming Cult members were driven back by the six major sects, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful: These are all easy targets!

At least several hundred dishes were eaten that day.

Although the Ming Cult had a million members, only about ten thousand of them could reach the White level. On this day, several hundred were killed, which was a considerable loss.

However, the six major sects were not without casualties; from what he saw, more than a hundred people had been killed.

While other factions suffered casualties, the Emei faction only lost a dozen or so disciples, with no one dying in battle, which can be described as a miracle.

The reason is not complicated. When the Ming Cult members rushed over, Zhou Zhiruo and Abbess Miejue led the charge.

The flock of sheep led by the lion could defeat the pride of lions led by Mianyang. Under the leadership of the two blue figures, the Ming Cult members were no match for them. After three consecutive attacks, they only left behind a few dozen corpses before hastily retreating.

The Emei Sect's achievements shocked other sects, and at the same time, they became more wary of them.

Song Qingshu from the Wudang Sect would occasionally come over to fawn over Zhou Zhiruo, constantly praising the Emei Sect's martial arts as well-deserved, saying that she was beautiful and highly skilled, which amused the female disciples of the Emei Sect.