Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Yin Li looked at him, half-believing and half-doubting: "You... Uncle Ling, are you very powerful?"

"Heh..." Ling Chi chuckled lightly, "Why do you think Abbess Miejue was so polite to me?"

"..." Yin Li shook her head: "After my cultivation was dissipated, I had nothing left. I... I don't distrust Uncle Ling, it's just..."

“…I understand.” Ling Chi nodded and said, “But if you continue cultivating, your face…”

"I don't care." Yin Li said firmly, "I'd rather become ugly than have anyone bully me again."

Seeing Yin Li's determination, Ling Chi nodded: "I respect your choice." He paused, then added: "I'll think about it some more and see if there's a way to allow you to continue cultivating while also restoring your appearance."

Yin Li's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes filled with anticipation: "Really... is there a way?"

Ling Chi looked at her and chuckled, "There's always a way."

Although she says she doesn't care, what eighteen-year-old girl doesn't want to look beautiful?

As for the method? He has many recipes that include detoxification, beauty, and skin care. He'll make them for Yin Li to try later.

"From now on, you'll stay with me!" Ling Chi stood up. "Your hands have been inconvenient lately, so you need someone to take care of you. I..."

"Don't worry, Father, I will take good care of Sister Zhu'er." Xiao Zhao volunteered, her smile very kind.

"..."

……

Early the next morning, Ling Chi pushed his wheelbarrow to Bright Summit all by himself.

Yin Li was injured and needed to recuperate. Ling Chi couldn't abandon her, so he asked Xiao Zhao to stay and take care of her. Although Xiao Zhao didn't want to be separated from him, she knew what was important and stayed.

Before parting, Yin Li's eyes were filled with deep reluctance: "Uncle Ling, when will you be back?"

Ling Chi smiled and said, "I'll be back in ten days, by which time your hand will be fully healed. Don't run around these next few days, or I'll worry. Okay?"

Yin Li nodded silently and watched him leave.

……

By this time, Bright Peak was heavily fortified, and Lingchi encountered more than a dozen groups of Ming Cult members along the way. Seeing that he was just a food vendor, these people didn't make things difficult for him and even bought some food from him, giving him dozens of ordinary and advanced white recipes.

not bad.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Stinking of Bright Peak

At the foot of Bright Peak, Ling Chi looked at the densely packed Ming Cult members and roughly estimated that there were probably twenty or thirty thousand of them.

These six major sects are incredibly audacious. They only have about five hundred people combined, yet they dare to face the Ming Cult, which outnumbers them fifty to one, and are the ones who initiate the attack. I wonder if these people have been kicked in the head by a donkey?

"Who are you?!" A member of the Ming Cult saw Ling Chi pushing the wheelbarrow over and immediately stepped forward to question him.

"I'm selling food." Ling Chi chuckled. "Many Ming Cult customers have bought my food along the way. Brother, would you like to buy some too?"

"..." The man looked Ling Chi up and down with a strange expression and said, "You've got some nerve. Don't you know that the Ming Cult is facing a siege from the six major sects?"

"I know." Ling Chi nodded and said, "But I also know the principle that fortune favors the bold. You people in the martial arts world are generous and it's rare to have so many people gathered here. If we don't come and make a fortune, we may not have another chance."

"Hahaha..." The Ming Cult members laughed loudly, patted him hard on the shoulder, and praised, "Not bad! Not bad! What we Ming Cult admire most are courageous men. Although you are just a small vendor, you are incredibly bold. You are a remarkable person!"

Ling Chi chuckled, "In that case, would you like to try some of my food?"

"Alright." The man also felt a bit hungry, so he called over some of his brothers who were nearby.

After hearing the explanation, the crowd asked, "What are you selling?"

"Some snacks." Ling Chi unloaded the items from the wheelbarrow and said, "Please wait a moment, everyone, I'll start a fire and cook."

"Then hurry up, we still need to guard against an attack from the six major sects."

"It will be ready soon."

……

Ling Chi set up an iron pot, lit the hot oil, and fried pieces of stinky tofu in it. Soon, a foul stench filled the air.

"What...what is this?" The Ming Cult member's expression changed drastically, and he covered his nose.

"Ugh~~~~~~~~~" Some people still couldn't stand the smell and vomited loudly.

"It stinks! Is this poop?!" Someone was so disgusted by the stench that they felt like they were suffocating.

"You dare to mock the Ming Cult! You're asking for death!" With a long sword drawn, an enraged Ming Cult member was about to kill Ling Chi with a single blow.

"Don't rush, don't rush. This stinky tofu only smells bad, but it tastes delicious." Ling Chi pointed a finger into the blade, catching the incoming blade with just his left thumb and forefinger, and explained with a smile.

The Ming Cult member struggled to draw his longsword, but it wouldn't budge. He was immediately terrified: "You—"

"Stinky tofu? Wait a minute!" A member of the Ming Cult seemed to realize something and exclaimed in shock, "You...you're the stinky tofu vendor in XX City a few days ago?"

"So you've heard of me, sir." Ling Chi smiled, released his long sword, and said, "In that case, you must have heard of the grand occasion that day."

The Ming Cult member nodded and recounted the events of that day to his companions. Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

"This stinky tofu...is it really that delicious?"

"If it's not delicious, you don't have to pay," Ling Chi said with a smile. "But each serving costs five taels of silver. I wonder if you can afford it, sir?"

"What a joke! You think we can't afford it?" Feeling insulted, the man immediately pulled out some money from his pocket.

Looking at the loose silver in his hand, he rummaged through his sleeve, then looked again... then through his belt, and seeing that he had all five taels of silver, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Here's five taels! If it's not good, be careful I don't smash up your stall!"

"..."

Ling Chi sensed something was off. Was the Ming Cult... a bit poor?

But those people were quite wealthy before!

"Zhang San, you lost money gambling again last night, didn't you?" A bearded man chuckled, casually pulling out several silver coins, each worth ten taels. "Want to lend me some? If you marry your sister to me, you won't have to pay it back."

"Screw you!" Zhang San roared, furious. "If you try anything with my sister again, you'll regret it!"

"..."

……

Bright Summit, Council Hall.

Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers passed through several tunnels and arrived at this place.

Zhou Dian shouted, "Yang Xiao, the vampire bats and the Five Wanderers are here for you!"

After a while, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a white coarse cloth robe entered the hall. This scholar was about forty years old, with a handsome appearance, but his eyebrows drooped slightly and a few deep wrinkles appeared around his mouth, giving him a somewhat aged and sorrowful look. Upon seeing the five people, he smiled and said, "I really didn't expect the Bat King and the Five Wanderers to grace us with their presence. I, Yang Xiao, have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

Zhou Dian, however, was unmoved and said in an unfriendly tone, "What are you pretending for? You must be cursing in your heart that the Five Wanderers' words are like farts. They said they would never go to Bright Peak and would never concern themselves with the affairs of the Ming Cult, but today they have delivered themselves to our doorstep."

Yang Xiao knew his temperament and wasn't angry. He clasped his hands and said, "The six major sects are besieging us from all sides. I am alone and worried. Now, thanks to the Bat King and the Five Wanderers for their righteous help on behalf of the Venerable One, it is truly a blessing for our sect."

Seeing that Yang Xiao's attitude was good, Zhou Dian's expression softened slightly, and he said, "It's good that you know."

Yang Xiao then invited the five wandering monks inside, and a servant brought them tea, wine, and food.

Yang Xiao noticed the bulging cloth bag that Shuobude had casually tossed at his feet, as if someone was there. He asked, "Whom have you captured this time?"

Shuobude kicked the bag and said, "There's a very interesting kid. He has quite a connection with the Sky Eagle Sect and has recently done a favor for the Five Elements Flag. Perhaps we can rely on this kid to mediate the rift between the two sides."

Wei Yixiao coldly said, "As long as the position of the sect leader is not settled, the sect's disputes will not be resolved. No matter how great his abilities are, these grudges can never be settled. Left Envoy Yang, I want to ask you a question: after defeating the enemy, who will you support as your leader?"

"I..." Yang Xiao was about to answer when he suddenly smelled a strange odor. He frowned, took a few deep breaths, and his face immediately turned ashen. He cursed, "Which bastard knocked over the chamber pot?!"

Wei Yixiao and the five wandering men covered their mouths and noses, their faces extremely ugly. Zhou Dian cursed, "A latrine wouldn't smell this bad. Someone must have overturned the latrine cart."

"Help! Help!" Yang Xiao shouted.

A servant immediately rushed in, but he also covered his nose: "What are your orders, sir?"

"Where did this stench come from?!" Yang Xiao roared.

"This... seems to have drifted from down the mountain," the servant said, his legs trembling.

"Nonsense!" Yang Xiao roared in fury. "The foot of the mountain is hundreds of meters away from here, hundreds of meters high. How could it have floated up here?!"

"Master, it really did come from down the mountain!" The servant almost cried. "If I have uttered even half a lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

"That's strange indeed." Seeing the servant's confident assertion, Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers' anger subsided temporarily, but they became interested in the stench from the foot of the mountain: "Could it be that someone has brought all the dung carts in the world to this place to make this stench come up from the foot of the mountain?"

Yang Xiao snorted coldly, waved away the servants, and said, "Let's go take a look!"

After saying this, he took the lead and stepped out of the living room, followed by the others, heading down the mountain.

No sooner had everyone left than a man in a gray robe appeared, his eyes filled with malice: "Ming Cult traitors! Let's see how long you can continue to wreak havoc!"

The bag suddenly shook, attracting the attention of the man in gray.

Turning my head, I saw the bulging cloth bag; it must have trapped someone.

This person cannot be allowed to live!

A murderous glint flashed in the gray-clad man's eyes, and he thrust out a finger.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Blue-Winged Bat King

Down the mountain, Ling Chi's stall was crowded with Ming Cult members. The leaders were already disheveled and in a sorry state from eating. The others, seeing that the stinky tofu was so delicious that it made them lose their composure, felt their anticipation grow stronger.

For some reason, the stench seemed to have lessened, and instead, an indescribable fragrance emerged, whetting everyone's appetites and prompting repeated urgings.

"Young man, hurry up! My stomach can't wait any longer."

"That's good, that's good."

……

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers were astonished by what they saw.

"Yang Xiao, you're really something." Wei Yixiao chuckled.

"What does Wei the Bat King mean?" Yang Xiao didn't understand, but he knew that Wei Yixiao's words were definitely not nice.

"Under your leadership, the Ming Cult even eats excrement with such relish. I wonder how much grain they can save each year."

Hearing these sarcastic remarks, Yang Xiao found them extremely offensive, and his face darkened: "Even if I were as stingy as a ghost, I would never let my Ming Cult brothers eat excrement!"

"So, in this situation, what do you want to say?" Wei Yixiao pressed on.

"Wei Yixiao! Open your eyes and take a good look. What they're eating isn't excrement." Yang Xiao had exceptional eyesight and could tell that what the people were eating was a small, lumpy substance, which excrement didn't look like.