Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Moreover, he had been running the Ming Cult for years and had never heard of anyone liking to eat excrement, let alone so many people eating it together.

“That’s right.” The Laughing Buddha nodded and said, “They seem to be eating tofu.”

"Tofu?" Wei Yixiao looked up and saw the Ming Cult members using tiny wooden spurs to stick small, square pieces of tofu into their mouths, eating with great relish.

"Tofu can taste this good?" Wei Yixiao didn't believe it.

“There’s something you all seem to have missed,” said the Iron-Crowned Taoist. “The stench no longer seems pungent; in fact, it’s rather alluring.”

"Huh?" Everyone took a sniff and, sure enough, the stench was gone, replaced by an urge to eat.

"This...this tofu is strange!" Wei Yixiao found himself having the urge to eat it, a first for him since becoming the Green Winged Bat King.

"Yang Xiao, isn't that vendor a member of my Ming Cult?" The Laughing Buddha's eyes flashed with surprise as he saw the Ming Cult members paying.

Yang Xiao looked at the vendor carefully for a moment, then shook his head: "I have never seen him before."

Given the large and powerful Ming Cult, he couldn't possibly know them all, so he could only give the answer that he had never seen them before.

"Why don't we just go ask?" Zhou Dian used his lightness skill to run towards the vendor.

The others followed suit.

Wei Yixiao arrived at the stall first, even though he was behind: "What are you selling here?"

“Wei…Wei Bat King!” A Ming Cult member recognized him and quickly bowed, saying, “Greetings, Wei Bat King.”

"Greetings, King Wei Bat!" Everyone bowed in reverence.

Wei Yi smiled slightly and said, "We're all brothers, no need for formalities."

"Thank you, Bat King!"

"Wei Yixiao, what are you pretending to be so important about?" Zhou Dian caught up with him, his face very sour.

"There's nothing we can do; he's the best at light footwork and runs the fastest." The Laughing Buddha followed closely behind.

"Hmph!" Yang Xiao and the other three also arrived.

"Yang...Left Envoy Yang!?"

"Greetings, Left Envoy Yang!"

Yang Xiao was satisfied and waved his hand, saying, "No need for formalities."

The five wandering men looked rather grim: Why won't you pay your respects to us? Aren't we handsome enough?

The crowd put aside their thoughts for the moment and focused their attention on the nimble vendor.

He used a huge slotted spoon to scoop out the fried tofu, then put fresh tofu back into the oil. He put the fried tofu into a bowl, sprinkled it with garlic sauce, and an indescribably enticing aroma filled the air.

“You gentlemen are clearly important people. Would you like some stinky tofu?” Ling Chi looked at Yang Xiao and his group with a bright smile.

Yang Xiao had to admit that although the vendor's appearance was average, his smile was quite charming, which made him feel somewhat favorably towards him.

"Aren't you one of my Ming Cult brothers?" Yang Xiao asked.

“No.” Ling Chi shook his head: “I’m just a daring peddler.”

"Oh?" Yang Xiao smiled. "You've certainly got some nerve to come here and sell stinky tofu while the six major sects are besieging my Ming Cult."

"A man can't get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. Fortune favors the bold!" Ling Chi smiled as he placed the packaged stinky tofu on the cutting board and asked, "Would you like to try some, sir? It's delicious."

"Yes! Left Envoy Yang, it's really delicious." The Ming Cult members who had already eaten and those who were eating chimed in, praising it repeatedly.

"Hehe, this old bat has lived all these years and has never seen rotten tofu." Wei Yixiao swallowed hard. "That's interesting."

"Stop pretending, my stomach's growling." Zhou Dian stepped forward and asked, "Hey kid, how much is this stinky tofu?"

"Five taels of silver per serving."

"!?"

Before Zhou Dian could get angry, Ling Chi added, "If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."

Zhou Dian's face was still grim: "Fine! Give me one serving. But let me make this clear: if it's not good, not only will I not pay, I'll smash up your stall!"

"Whatever you say, sir." Ling Chi handed over a bowl of stinky tofu and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy. Just put the money in the box after you finish eating, and I won't serve you any more."

Seeing Ling Chi's confidence, Zhou Dian didn't believe it and immediately tasted a piece of stinky tofu.

"Hmm...uh..." After chewing for a moment, feeling that his energy seemed to have improved a lot, Zhou Dian nodded: "Not bad."

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes: A blue figure!

Seeing that Zhou Dian was eating with relish, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the others also felt hungry and ordered a portion each.

Without exception, none of them revealed the recipes.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up: seven blue-clad diners.

"I never imagined that such a small piece of tofu could be so delicious," Yang Xiao exclaimed. "Although it smells a bit strange."

"That's why it's called stinky tofu," Ling Chi chuckled. "It's also my exclusive secret recipe, the only one of its kind in the world."

Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Five taels of silver... is worth it."

“Gentlemen, you are clearly important people. I also have a fruit-flavored popsicle here that costs ten taels of silver. The quantity is limited. Would you like to try it?” Ling Chi said with a smile.

"Eating popsicles on a freezing day?" Wei Yi laughed heartily. "Young man, you say the quantity is limited, but actually you can't sell them, right?"

"Ten taels of silver a share? There's no way it'll sell," Zhou Dian chimed in.

"If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."

"..."

After Ling Chi said this, no one made any sarcastic remarks.

Yang Xiao laughed and said, "Young brother, you're quite the character. Alright! Give me one."

Ling Chi's smile grew even brighter: "Please wait a moment, sir."

Reaching into the trolley, I took out a small wooden box. Inside the box were ten colorful popsicles.

"Here it is, please enjoy, sir." Ling Chi laid out the popsicles and let Yang Xiao choose for himself.

Before Yang Xiao could even choose, Wei Yixiao snatched one and put it in his mouth.

"Well--"

Yang Xiao frowned, about to express his dissatisfaction, but then he saw Wei Yixiao suddenly look like a saint who had attained immortality, without sorrow or joy, as if everything in the world was just a passing cloud.

"..."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of ordinary blue-level diner Wei Yixiao. Conquest count +0.01. Ordinary blue-level recipe dropped - Azure Winged Bat King."

"Azure Winged Bat King: Common Blue Recipe, Agility +5. Cooldown: 10 days."

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Great Harvest

Green-Winged Bat King, a conceptual dish, with Wei Yixiao's blood as the main ingredient.

Wei Yixiao's blood: Due to a qi deviation during his martial arts practice, Wei Yixiao continuously consumed fresh blood, causing a subtle mutation in his blood. Blood tofu made from Wei Yixiao's blood, garnished with other ingredients and prepared using a special method, is said to have the effect of promoting lightness of body and health.

Ling Chi stared intently at Wei Yixiao, licking his lips.

Wei Yixiao was in a state of absolute rationality when he saw Ling Chi's strange reaction. He felt a chill down his spine and his anus tightened.

This kid... could it be...?

In Wei Yixiao's mind appeared a fluffy rabbit, a torn sleeve, half a peach, and a copy of "Strategies of the Warring States: Strategies of Wei"...

……

Seeing Wei Yixiao's terrified expression, Yang Xiao asked, "Is Bat King Wei feeling unwell?"

Wei Yixiao looked at Yang Xiao with an indifferent gaze: "I'm fine, I'm just worried about the future of the Ming Cult."

"Oh?" Yang Xiao thought to himself: This old bat can actually speak like this, could it be that he has achieved enlightenment?

Just as he was about to ask another question, Ling Chi asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied, sir?"

Faced with Ling Chi's smile, Wei Yixiao felt uneasy: "Apart from being a little cold, the taste is impeccable."

"Is that ten taels of silver worth it?" Ling Chi asked with a smile.

Wei Yixiao casually tossed a ten-tael silver coin into the money box and said, "Although you are an eccentric person, your skills are unparalleled."

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." Ling Chi chuckled, then turned to Yang Xiao and the Five Wanderers: "Would you gentlemen like to try some?"

"Of course I want to try it." Yang Xiao wasn't afraid that Ling Chi would poison him. With tens of thousands of Ming Cult troops here, he didn't believe Ling Chi would dare to court death.

"I want this one." Zhou Dian grabbed a red, yellow, and blue popsicle and chuckled, "This one looks the best."

"..."

Yang Xiao was too lazy to argue with him, and the monk with the bag and the others each picked one and tasted it one after another.

"Well--"

……

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Zhou Dian, a regular blue-level diner. Conquest count +0.01. A regular blue-level recipe for snail rice noodles has been dropped."

"Luosifen: Standard blue recipe, maintains high energy for one hour. Cooldown period: 10 days."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Yang Xiao, a regular blue-level diner. Conquest count +0.01. A regular blue-level recipe has been dropped: Braised Three-Yellow Chicken."

"Braised Three-Yellow Chicken: Common Blue Recipe, True Qi +3. Cooldown time: 10 days."

"Ding, you have conquered the stomach of Peng Yingyu, an ordinary blue-level diner. Conquest count +0.01. Ordinary blue-level recipe dropped - Halfway through cooking."

"Halfway through life: Common blue recipe, Buddhist nature +1. Valid for three uses."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Zhang Zhong, a regular blue-level diner. Conquest count +0.01. A regular blue-level recipe, 'Night Observation of Celestial Phenomena,' has been dropped."

"Night Observation: Ordinary blue recipe, boosts sixth sense for one hour. Cooldown time: 10 days."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Leng Qian, a regular blue-level diner. Conquest count +0.01. A regular blue-level recipe has been dropped: Sixteen Methods of Qin Music."

"Sixteen Methods of Qin Music: Common blue recipe, Qin skill +1. Valid for three uses."

"Ding! Conquered the stomach of an ordinary blue diner who cannot speak of it. Conquest count +0.01. Dropped ordinary blue recipe - Big Belly Can Hold".

"A generous appetite: For ordinary blue recipes, the chef can specify that diners of ordinary blue or lower rank can tolerate one intolerable act. Valid for one time."