Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Song Qingshu was a very handsome young man, and Ling Chi had to admit that Song Qingshu was even a little bit more handsome than him.

In addition, Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's only son and is likely to become the third-generation leader of the Wudang Sect in the future. In short, he is a third-generation X.

So here's the question: if a young, handsome, skilled in martial arts, and charming third-generation X takes the initiative to fawn over women, will those women be tempted?

The answer... I estimate that 99% of women would be tempted.

The young female disciples of the Emei Sect all stared at Song Qingshu with shining eyes, which showed how charming he was.

Unfortunately, Zhou Zhiruo was among that extremely small 1%. She treated Song Qingshu's overtures with politeness and restraint, regarding him as a disciple from a friendly sect, maintaining just the right distance, leaving Song Qingshu feeling awkward and unsure of where to begin.

Faced with this situation, Song Qingshu remained very restrained, always appearing elegant and poised, as if he were prepared for a protracted battle.

It must be said that without Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu would definitely be the most outstanding among the younger generation.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu was born, but Zhang Qingshu was also born. Without the protagonist's halo, Song Qingshu was ultimately killed by Zhang Sanfeng with a single palm strike due to a series of mistakes, which is truly a pity.

……

"Brother Ling, what are you thinking about?" Zhou Zhiruo, having shaken off Song Qingshu's entanglement, walked to Ling Chi's side and asked when she saw that he seemed lost in thought.

"I was thinking..." Feeling Song Qingshu's unfriendly gaze, Ling Chi sighed, "Simps will only end up with nothing!"

Zhou Zhiruo: "???"

"It's alright." Ling Chi shook his head and said, "It's almost dark. We've only made twenty miles of progress today. The days ahead are going to be tough."

"Mm." Zhou Zhiruo nodded and smiled, "Luckily, there are the mung bean cakes that Brother Ling makes. When I'm tired, I eat a couple and I feel better soon."

"Still be careful," Ling Chi cautioned. "On the battlefield, any lapse in concentration can be fatal. If things become unmanageable, never force it."

"Hmm." Zhou Zhiruo smiled sweetly, prompting Xiao Zhao beside her to mutter, "Vixen."

……

As night fell, the six major sects camped out in the wilderness, leaving behind their night patrols to rest.

The six major sects had been through three fierce battles that day and were already exhausted. As soon as they rested, someone started snoring, which made Xiao Zhao frown and lose all sleepiness.

"How annoying." Xiao Zhao lifted the blanket, turned her head to look at Ling Chi who was making scallion oil, and asked, "Daddy, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Father isn't sleepy." Ling Chi turned to look at her and smiled, "Your hair is all messed up."

Xiao Zhao quickly tidied her hair and asked, "Is it still messy?"

"Much better." Ling Chi nodded with a smile.

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, got up, put on her little boots, walked to Ling Chi's side, saw the fragrant scallion oil, and asked, "Father, do you need scallion oil tomorrow?"

"We can't let the six major sects eat stinky tofu every day. Let's make some scallion pancakes tomorrow," Ling Chi said with a smile.

"Great! I haven't had scallion pancakes in ages!" Xiao Zhao licked her lips, her mouth watering.

Ling Chi chuckled lightly, about to say something, when a loud shout came from the outside: "Who goes there!?"

The people from various factions who were resting woke up one after another, and Abbess Miejue asked, "What's all this commotion?"

"Master, the Kunlun Sect has captured a Ming Cult spy and is interrogating him," reported the Emei disciple on night patrol.

"I see." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes as she said, "Come with me to take a look."

"Yes."

……

"Father, aren't you going to go and take a look?" Xiao Zhao asked, seeing the various factions in a flurry of activity.

"It's nothing, what's so interesting about it?" Ling Chi poured out the scallion oil he had just made to cool, and seeing Xiao Zhao's eager expression, he laughed and scolded, "Go if you want to!"

"Hehe, thank you, Daddy." Xiao Zhao happily headed towards the scene of the incident.

Soon after, Xiao Zhao saw the various factions surrounding a very ugly village girl and interrogating her fiercely.

However, the village girl remained silent, and her pitiful appearance only made the six major sects seem like villains.

Xiao Zhao frowned.

"Will you talk or not!" He Taichong drew his sword, his body radiating murderous intent. "If you don't talk, I'll kill you!"

The village girl remained silent.

"Fine, then don't blame me." He Taichong was about to kill the village girl.

"and many more!"

Xiao Zhao couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped forward and stood in front of the village girl, saying, "How can you bully a girl?"

If it were anyone else, He Taichong would definitely be furious, but when he saw that the person who came was Xiao Zhao, he immediately changed his attitude and said with goodwill, "Miss Xiao Zhao, this woman is skilled in poison and is not a kind person. Don't be deceived by her."

"Don't move!" The village girl suddenly attacked, grabbing Xiao Zhao by the neck and saying viciously, "Let me go! Or I'll strangle her!"

"You dare!" The various factions were both shocked and afraid. They were shocked because this village girl was indeed not a kind person, and they were afraid that if Xiao Zhao were to suffer any mishap, Ling Chi would definitely not let it go.

More than a decade ago, they witnessed Ling Chi's unparalleled martial arts skills at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Now, more than a decade later, Ling Chi's martial arts skills must have improved even further. If something happens to his daughter now, and he takes his anger out on them, they can forget about having a good life.

The six major factions are not afraid of powerful gangs, but they fear highly skilled lone warriors. Gangs have many concerns and will not easily start a war, while lone warriors have no scruples. Once angered, they will suffer greatly, even if they don't die.

The various factions shuddered at the thought of Ling Chi's martial arts skills and character.

what to do!?

Chapter Twenty-Six: Core Socialist Values

"Back off! Make way, or I'll kill her right now!" The village girl grabbed Xiao Zhao by the neck, her eyes growing increasingly crazed.

"This..." The leaders of the various sects exchanged glances, all of them showing hesitation and apprehension.

No one noticed the disappointment and self-mockery that flashed in Xiao Zhao's eyes.

"So you really are a bad person."

The village girl suddenly felt a numbness all over her body and knew something was wrong!

Xiao Zhao slowly pushed away the hand gripping her neck, turned to look at the village girl, and asked, "Why?"

The village girl's eyes were filled with terror; she couldn't utter a word.

"I clearly wanted to help you, so why did you hurt me?" Xiao Zhao asked again.

"..." The village girl pursed her lips and remained silent.

Not only her, but everyone from all factions was astonished and could not believe their eyes.

How did she escape?

Seeing that the village girl refused to speak, Xiao Zhao's eyes grew increasingly disappointed. She shook her head and said, "Father said that the world is dangerous and bad people are easy to come by. I didn't believe it before, but I do now."

With a turn of her head, Xiao Zhao left.

"..."

People from all factions stared at Xiao Zhao's retreating figure, their thoughts a jumble of complex emotions: If even his daughter is this powerful, how strong must Ling Chi be?

……

After Xiao Zhao left, He Taichong, holding a long sword, said, "This witch is vicious and cannot be allowed to live!"

No one had any objections.

Just as she was about to die by He Taichong's sword, the little village girl suddenly cried out, "Can I go see someone?"

"Huh?" He Taichong was taken aback, then sneered, "Witch, what tricks are you up to now?"

“No,” the village girl said. “I only want to see one person before I die. If you are worried, you can send a few people to follow me.”

After exchanging opinions, the group said, "Let's see what tricks she has up her sleeve."

Since the village girl was captured by the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian decided to go in person to avoid any unforeseen circumstances. Ding Minjun, who had not yet made any contributions, stepped out from behind Abbess Miejue and said, "This disciple is willing to go with you."

Abbess Miejue glanced at her and said indifferently, "If that's the case, then go!"

"Yes, Master." Ding Minjun's face lit up with joy, thinking to herself: Master still believes in me.

After Ding Minjun and He Taichong and his wife escorted the village girl away, the various factions also went back to rest one after another.

Abbess Miejue was still not entirely at ease, so she summoned Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Zhiruo, your senior sister's martial arts skills are weak. You should secretly follow her and help her when she encounters danger."

"Yes, Master." Zhou Zhiruo accepted the order and left. Abbess Miejue was relieved: with Zhiruo around, nothing would happen.

……

"Why are you back so soon?" Ling Chi was kneading dough when he noticed Xiao Zhao's quick return and downcast expression. He asked curiously, "What's wrong? Who made you angry?"

"Nobody made me angry." Xiao Zhao shook her head and said sullenly, "Father, are there really many bad people in the world?"

Although he didn't know what Xiao Zhao had encountered, Ling Chi patiently said, "As the saying goes, 'Poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people.' When people can't live in peace and prosperity, they will stop at nothing to survive. Have you forgotten that saying?"

Xiao Zhao: "?"

Ling Chi said, "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame. All principles in the world are built upon the foundation of sufficient food and clothing. Without these, everything is vain."

"So...she must have had a very hard life." Thinking of the village girl's face, which was truly terrifying, Xiao Zhao's sympathy returned: "If she were doing well, how could she..."

"Who is she that you're talking about?" Ling Chi asked.

“A girl.” Xiao Zhao recounted the scene she had just encountered, her eyes filled with sympathy: “Father, why are there so many pitiful people in the world?”

After hearing what had happened, Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Xiao Zhao wasn't hurt, that was all that mattered.

When faced with this question, Ling Chi answered succinctly: "Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue; wherever there are people, there are interests; wherever there are people, there are social classes. Even in times of peace and prosperity, there are classes that prey on people. This is human nature, and it is unavoidable."

"Is there really no other way?" Xiao Zhao found it hard to accept this fact.

"There are solutions, but they are too difficult."

Ling Chi gave Xiao Zhao a lesson on the core socialist values. Although his own understanding of these values ​​was only superficial, he knew that such theoretical concepts, like Buddhist riddles, could be interpreted differently by different people. He simply lectured; what Xiao Zhao grasped was up to her.

Xiao Zhao's eyes shone even brighter: "Will this eliminate all the injustices of time?"

"No." Ling Chi shook his head.

"Huh?" Xiao Zhao was taken aback.

"Silly girl," Ling Chi laughed, "Have you forgotten what your father said? Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue. No matter how fair and just a society is, there will always be people who take risks for profit, or who make impulsive mistakes due to negative emotions such as jealousy and hatred. This is human nature, and it cannot be avoided."

"Oh..." Xiao Zhao lowered her head.