Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Chapter Twenty-Eight Uncle Ling

At the Emei Sect's temporary headquarters, after some interrogation, Abbess Miejue looked at Zhang Wuji and Yin Li and said calmly, "You two are really not spies of the Demonic Sect?"

"How could we possibly be spies for the Demonic Cult?" Yin Li said angrily. "I wish the people of the Demonic Cult were dead!"

Seeing that her expression did not seem to be feigning, Abbess Miejue pressed further, "Then why did you approach the Kunlun Sect last night?"

"I just saw a fire and wanted to see what it was, but I was discovered as soon as I got close. Then an old woman called me a witch from a demonic sect and tried to kill me. Of course, I refused to surrender."

"..."

Is the 'old woman' Ban Shuxian?

Considering Ban Shuxian's personality, she really might do something like that.

Abbess Miejue believed Yin Li's words a little more. At the same time, she looked at the young man named Zeng Aniu. Although his face was unkempt and unclean, she could not see any hostility in his eyes. He seemed to be a kind-hearted person.

Perhaps it really is a misunderstanding.

"Master, are you busy?" Ling Chi's voice rang out from behind, startling Abbess Miejue.

Turning her head to look at Ling Chi's smiling face, Abbess Miejue felt a chill run down her spine. She had cultivated the Nine Yin Manual for several years and believed her martial arts were several times better than before, yet Ling Chi could still silently appear behind her. Just how high was Ling Chi's martial arts skill?

"Young Master Ling, what brings you here?" Concealing her fear, Abbess Miejue stood up and asked.

"I heard from Zhiruo that two prisoners have been captured, so I came to see them." Ling Chi smiled, turned to look at Zhang Wuji and Yin Li, his eyes filled with deep sympathy and a touch of heartache.

Zhang Wuji deserves sympathy. His parents were farmers they recruited, but their son has suffered a lot of hardship and pain over the years. He is truly pitiful.

The heartache is for Yin Li.

When I first met Yin Li more than a decade ago, she was a very pretty little girl, but in the blink of an eye, she became so ugly because she practiced the Thousand Spider Poison Hand.

For a moment, Ling Chi felt a pang of self-reproach. If he had known Yin Li would turn out this way, he should have left her on Peach Blossom Island back then. If she had grown up carefree on Peach Blossom Island, she wouldn't have ended up like this.

Sensing the sympathy and self-reproach in Ling Chi's eyes, Yin Li felt bewildered. But when she looked closely at Ling Chi's appearance, she felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where or when she had seen him before.

"Is it them?" Ling Chi asked.

Abbess Miejue nodded: "Exactly."

"..." Ling Chi walked up to Yin Li, squatted down, looked at her wrist, and asked, "Is your wrist broken?"

"What's it to you!" Yin Li was full of vigilance, like a wounded cub, fearful and helpless.

"I just think you look a lot like someone I know." If you removed the grime from her face, Yin Li did resemble Yin Susu somewhat. Especially their eyes, both so cunning.

Yin Li was startled: "Who does he look like?"

“A friend.” Ling Chi smiled slightly. “Unfortunately, he’s been dead for many years.”

"Ah!?" Yin Li exclaimed softly, her eyes less wary and more puzzled: "Is she... the one you love?"

"..."

Girl, what's going on in your head?

"Ha! She's married and has a son," Ling Chi laughed.

"..." Yin Li blushed, feeling very embarrassed.

Ling Chi smiled slightly, turned to look at Zhang Wuji, and said, "To be honest, my friend's husband does look quite like this young man."

Zhang Wuji was startled, feeling that Ling Chi was very strange. He looked younger than him, but spoke in a mature and old-fashioned manner.

"You're really something," Yin Li laughed. "You said I'm like your friend, and that Brother A Niu is like your friend's husband. You wouldn't mean to say we look like a couple, would you?"

If it were Brother A Niu… Yin Li blushed.

“No, not at all.” Ling Chi shook his head, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and said, “This young man has pure eyes, but there is a strange meaning hidden in them. He doesn’t seem like a devoted person. He might be fickle in the future and is definitely not a good match for me.”

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Yin Li's face turned red with anger. She wanted to defend Zhang Wuji, but when she remembered his expression when he saw Zhou Zhiruo, she felt a pang of sadness and glared at him fiercely.

Zhang Wuji was extremely embarrassed. He had clearly said he wanted to marry Yin Li, and although Yin Li refused, he changed his mind after seeing Zhou Zhiruo... No wonder Yin Li looked at him that way.

only……

She glanced at Ling Chi furtively, thinking to herself: This man is quite something; he saw right through me.

For a moment, I felt somewhat wary and apprehensive.

"Hmph!" Yin Li ignored him, turned to look at Ling Chi, and asked, "What's your friend's name?"

Ling Chi looked at her with a half-smile: "Want to know?"

"Fine, don't tell me then." Yin Li rolled her eyes, which was rather cute.

Ling Chi smiled and said, "There's nothing I can't say. My friend's name is Yin Susu, the daughter of Yin Tianzheng, the leader of the Tianying Sect. And my friend's husband is Zhang Wuxia of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Cuishan."

"Ah!?" Yin Li and Zhang Wuji exclaimed in unison.

One was Yin Susu's niece, and the other was Yin Susu and Zhang Cuishan's son. How could they not be shocked?

"Aunt... is Yin Susu your friend?" Yin's heart was pounding, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Doesn't it look like it?" Ling Chi smiled.

"...It doesn't seem like it!" Yin Li took a deep breath, her eyes filled with vigilance: "You're about my age, how could you possibly be friends with Yin Susu!"

Zhang Wuji also came to his senses and realized that what was said made sense: This person must be lying to us; he is truly malicious.

"Hehe." Ling Chi chuckled, turning to look at Abbess Miejue: "Abbess, what do you say?"

Abbess Miejue: "???"

What does this have to do with me? Do you really think I'm not jealous of your youthful appearance that hasn't aged in over a decade?

Abbess Miejue coughed and said, "Young Master Ling looked just like this when Master Zhang of Wudang celebrated his 100th birthday. All sects can attest to this."

Yin Li frowned, looking at Ling Chi's young face, and thought to himself: He must be only seventeen or eighteen years old! It has been eleven years since Master Zhang's 100th birthday. If Abbess Miejue is not lying, he must be at least thirty years old.

Seeing that Yin Li still refused to believe it, Ling Chi smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, back then, two of my other friends brought back a little girl who did look somewhat like you."

"!!!" Yin Li's breath hitched. Looking at Ling Chi's face, it became more and more familiar, gradually overlapping with the face that was already somewhat blurry: "You... what's the name of the little girl you mentioned?"

"Want to know?" Ling Chi asked with a half-smile.

"..." Yin Li stared at him fiercely.

"It's alright to tell you," Ling Chi smiled. "Her surname is Yin, and her nickname is Zhu'er. Zhu as in spider."

"Ah!?" This time it was Zhang Wuji who exclaimed in surprise, turning his head to look at Yin Li. He remembered that Yin Li had said her name was Zhu'er, the Zhu as in spider.

Yin Li's mind went blank, and gradually some images appeared.

The peach blossoms are fluttering in the air, making it exceptionally enchanting.

A mixed-race woman held a little girl's hand: "Zhu'er, this is Uncle Ling."

The little girl called out timidly, "Uncle Ling... Uncle Ling."

The young man's smile was warm: "Hey, sweetie."

……

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and Yin Li's voice choked with sobs: "Ling... Uncle Ling."

Ling Chi smiled warmly: "Oh, good girl."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Returning to the City

"Uncle Ling!" Yin Li threw herself into Ling Chi's arms, wailing, "They...they bullied me! Waaaaah~~~"

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry." Ling Chi raised his hands, looking disgusted.

It's filthy... Hey! Don't smear your snot on my clothes!

Zhang Wuji: "..."

Abbess Miejue: "..."

After Yin Li finished crying, Ling Chi patted her head, saw the hair oil on his hands, wiped it on her back, and coughed lightly: "Girl, come with me!"

"Where to?" Yin Li asked, wiping away her tears.

"You're filthy like a mud monkey. Let me take you to take a bath and change your clothes. And look at your wrist." Ling Chi held out his hand and said, "Give me your hand."

Yin Li raised her hand; her wrist was badly swollen, clearly broken.

Ling Chi sighed: Zhi Ruo really went all out.

Grasp Yin Li's wrists, and two streams of true energy flow into Yin Li's wrists through your palms.

Yin Li felt two warm currents flow into her wrist, and the pain in her wrist quickly disappeared.

In no time, Yin Li's wrists had returned to their normal appearance, leaving Abbess Miejue in awe. Zhang Wuji also found it very amazing, thinking to himself: So this is how internal energy can be used.

Just as Yin Li was comfortably squinting her eyes, she suddenly heard two cracking sounds, and Yin Li immediately screamed, "Ouch!"

"Don't move!" Ling Chi pressed her pressure points and said, "Now that the bones are set, I'll stabilize them for you."

Yin Li's eyes were filled with tears: "Uncle Ling, it hurts."

"...Just bear with it."

Ling Chi found a few thick tree branches nearby, shaped them as needed, and then used them to secure Yin Li.

Ling Chi looked at it and said, "It's a bit simple. I'll make you a more elaborate one later."

Yin Li looked at the splint on her wrist, moved it around a few times, and sure enough, it didn't hurt as much anymore.

"Uncle Ling, are you a doctor?" Yin Li asked.

"I've only read a few medical books; I wouldn't call myself a doctor." Ling Chi smiled, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and asked, "Zhu'er, who is he?"

“He…” Yin Li turned to look at Zhang Wuji, her face flushed, and said, “He is Zeng Aniu, my… savior.”

“Zeng Aniu?” Ling Chi chuckled. “A master with profound internal strength named Zeng Aniu? Do you think I’d believe that?”

Zhang Wuji's heart pounded wildly, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Yin Li turned to look at him, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

Abbess Miejue drew her longsword and pointed it at Zhang Wuji: "Who are you? Speak!"