Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

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Ling Chi's eyes shone even brighter.

Snail rice noodles and ice cream have opposite effects: one keeps you absolutely rational, the other keeps you in a state of high spirits. One is a strategist, the other a fierce general.

Three-yellow chicken... Yang Xiao is indeed quite yellow, but with only 3 years of added true qi, it's better to just braise it.

His decision to become a monk later in life was a pleasant surprise, as Buddhist nature was exactly what he needed. Creating the Golden Lotus from the Earth required the boost of Buddhist nature, and while three points of Buddhist nature weren't much, they should be of great help.

Observing the night sky is amazing; your sixth sense is amplified within an hour, enough to make you a fortune teller for an hour.

The Sixteen Methods of Playing the Qin... are so-so, but they might be somewhat useful for showing off and picking up girls in the future.

The most impressive thing about him is his incredible tolerance; he'll make sure that any customer, even those of average or below-average social standing, tolerates one thing that is absolutely intolerable. Does this mean...?

That's despicable! That's shameless! That's vile!

Hmph! You heretics, I would never do such a thing.

but……

Let's keep it for now!

Sigh! Just taking precautions.

Just in case we need it someday!

Please believe me, I'm really not that kind of person.

……

While Ling Chi was happily sharing recipes, Zhang Wuji, in the forbidden area of ​​Bright Peak, unexpectedly discovered the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth technique recorded on a sheepskin.

It turned out that the man in gray was Cheng Kun. He originally intended to end Zhang Wuji with a single finger, but by a twist of fate, Zhang Wuji used the bag to master the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Cheng Kun was terrified and fled for his life. Zhang Wuji, however, did not let him go and gave chase.

Finally, he chased into the Ming Cult's secret passage, but since he had just broken both wrists, he was still injured after fighting with Cheng Kun. However, Cheng Kun was also wary of his strong internal strength and feared that it would attract Yang Xiao and others, so he hurriedly fled.

Zhang Wuji, unable to catch up, unwittingly ended up in the stone chamber where Yang Dingtian and his wife had died, and discovered the sheepskin. Even more coincidentally, because of his injury, his blood fell onto the sheepskin, and the Qiankun Great Shift manual appeared before his eyes.

If Ling Chi knew, he would definitely marvel at the power of the protagonist's halo. Even though he had completely dismantled the plot, Zhang Wuji still encountered all the extraordinary adventures that were supposed to happen to him.

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For two consecutive days, Lingchi sold out all its stock of stinky tofu and made a fortune.

Not just money, but also recipes.

There are twenty to thirty thousand Ming Cult members here, but only a little over a thousand are at the white level; the vast majority are low-ranking lackeys. No wonder the six major sects dared to openly come and besiege them; it turns out that in terms of high-end combat power, the six major sects are not at a disadvantage.

Although the main reason was Cheng Kun's instigation, if it weren't for him, Shaolin Temple would not have launched this event. If the six major sects and the Ming Cult fought to the death, the Yuan Court would ultimately benefit.

After selling the last serving of stinky tofu, Ling Chi suddenly remembered this and immediately felt a jolt of realization.

"Brother Ling, what's wrong?" asked the last Ming Cult member who had bought stinky tofu.

This is a man who has seen blood, but that cannot hide his youthful face, which is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Why would a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy pick up a butcher's knife and kill people?

"It's alright." Ling Chi patted his shoulder. "The stinky tofu is sold out, I should go too."

"Oh?" The boy nodded. "The six major sects are coming soon. You'd better leave quickly! Don't get involved."

"..."

Ling Chi finished loading the car but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he poured the young man a glass of wine: "Try it."

The boy smelled it, and his eyes lit up: "Is it wine?"

Ling Chi nodded with a smile.

The boy immediately downed the drink in one gulp, then squinted his eyes contentedly: "It's so delicious, it warms me up all over."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

“I don’t have a name,” the boy said. “My father died when my mother was pregnant with me, and then my mother died too. So the village chief gave me the nickname ‘leftover child’.”

"Sheng'er?" Ling Chi chuckled. "I thought it was Gou Sheng!"

The boy scratched his head: "There are six Gousheng in our village."

"..." Ling Chi chuckled and asked, "And then? How did you end up joining the Ming Cult?"

"Later..." The boy's face darkened, his eyes filled with hatred: "A group of Tartars came from outside and killed everyone in our village, including many of my sisters and aunts... I happened to be hunting in the mountains and escaped."

The boy clenched his fists, his whole body trembling: "I wanted to kill all the Tartars, so I joined the Ming Cult. Because the Ming Cult was resisting the Tartars and was very strong, I felt that I had a chance to avenge the whole village."

"..." Ling Chi patted his shoulder and said, "There will be an opportunity."

"Yes." The boy nodded emphatically; he had always firmly believed in this and had never wavered.

Ling Chi stood up and looked in the direction where the six major sects were approaching, the corners of his mouth gradually turning downwards.

This is really annoying!

Chapter Thirty-Four: Public Revelation

Despite facing numerous Ming Cult troops along the way, the six major sects, with their formidable strength, fought their way through and gathered at the foot of Bright Peak before noon that day.

On the Ming Cult's side, the White-browed Eagle King has led the Eagle Cult to Bright Peak, further increasing the Ming Cult's strength.

Just as the six major sects and the Ming Cult were about to clash, Ling Chi appeared, pushing his wheelbarrow between them.

Hey everyone, busy?

……

All factions were astonished, wondering why Ling Chi had suddenly appeared.

Many members of the Ming Cult looked anxious: "Brother, you should leave quickly! Don't get involved in this mess!"

Ling Chi glanced in the direction of the Ming Cult, smiled slightly, then gathered his inner strength, his voice booming, and shouted, "The Yuan Court has gathered tens of thousands of troops and is heading towards Bright Peak!"

"What!?" The Ming Cult and the six major sects immediately changed their expressions and exclaimed in surprise.

So shocked were they that they overlooked Ling Chi's terrifying ability to make his words audible within a radius of a thousand meters.

"There's one more thing!" Ling Chi said loudly, "The siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects was initiated by Shaolin Temple, and the one who instigated Shaolin Temple to launch this event was Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand. He had already joined Shaolin Temple years ago and was given the Dharma name Yuanzhen! Cheng Kun had long since defected to the Yuan court in order to destroy the Ming Cult!"

The scene was like an atomic bomb hitting the ground, with a deafening roar. Everyone was stunned and dizzy, especially the Shaolin sect, who were caught up in a heated debate.

Ling Chi ignored them and continued to drop bombshells: "The reason Cheng Kun acted this way is because Yang Dingtian, the former leader of the Ming Cult, had a wife who was his junior sister. When Yang Dingtian discovered their affair, Yang Dingtian suffered a qi deviation and died. Yang Dingtian's wife also committed suicide for him. Cheng Kun, instead of repenting, sought revenge against the Ming Cult. He meticulously plotted to become a disciple of the Shaolin monk Kongjian, and thus framed Kongjian and his disciple, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun!"

The scene went from noisy to quiet, but many people's expressions were uncertain.

"Cheng Kun is now instigating the six major sects to besiege Bright Peak, while secretly sending messages to the Yuan court. He is waiting for the six major sects and the Ming Cult to be exhausted so that he can reap the benefits!"

"Even if the six major sects fail to besiege the Ming Cult, the Yuan Court is already prepared. It is just waiting for the six major sects to return so that it can secretly take drastic measures to destroy them!"

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"Fuck those damn Tartars!"

"Those damned Tartars have never given up their desire to destroy me; I will surely kill them!"

"Cheng Kun, that treacherous dog! A Han Chinese, yet he betrayed his country and betrayed the Manchus! He deserves to die!"

The people of the six major factions finally could not bear it any longer, and their angry shouts and cries for killing were endless.

Even the Ming Cult was shocked that this incident had uncovered so many inside stories; it was simply terrifying.

But many people are also wondering about one thing: how did he know so many secrets?

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"Alright, I'm done talking." Ling Chi's throat was a little dry after shouting for so long. He took off the bamboo tube from his waist, took a sip of fresh bamboo wine, let out a comfortable sigh, and said, "You guys continue."

After saying that, he pushed his wheelbarrow away from the battlefield and sped off in a certain direction.

The lightning speed shocked everyone present. Zhou Dian subconsciously rubbed his eyes and saw that Ling Chi's figure had become just a small black dot and disappeared in an instant. He couldn't help but swallow and turn his head to ask, "Old Bat, are you faster than him?"

Wei Yixiao's face was very ugly. Although he did not answer, Zhou Dian knew the answer.

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"Abbot Kongwen, don't you have an explanation for us?" Ban Shuxian questioned the Shaolin abbot with a face full of anger.

If what Ling Chi said is true, and all of this was the work of Yuan Zhen from Shaolin Temple, then Kong Wen, as the abbot of Shaolin, will definitely be implicated!

"Amitabha." Kong Wen thought back carefully and realized that, just as Ling Chi had said, Yuan Zhen was the one stirring up trouble. What was even more terrifying was that Yuan Zhen was actually the master of the Golden Lion King, Cheng Kun, the Thunderbolt Mixed Hand!

Cheng Kun also killed his senior brother, Kongjian, a rare monk in the Shaolin Temple over the past century.

Therefore, Shaolin and Cheng Kun have become mortal enemies. As the initiator of this operation, Shaolin Temple no longer has a reason to suppress the Ming Cult, but instead has to bear pressure from the other five factions.

Damn Yuanzhen... no! Damn Chengkun!

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"Left Envoy Yang, do you think what he said is true?" Yin Tianzheng asked.

Yang Xiao shook his head: "It cannot be confirmed, but since he knows the secrets of the sect leader's wife and Cheng Kun, his background must be extraordinary. We should be more inclined to believe it than not. After we resolve the siege of the six major sects, we will settle things with Yuan Ting in detail."

Yin Tianzheng nodded and asked, "I noticed that the Ming Cult brothers seem to have a good impression of him. Does Left Envoy Yang recognize him?"

"Heh..." Yang Xiao chuckled, "He's a remarkable person."

"Oh?" Yin Tianzheng was about to ask another question when Yang Xiao exclaimed in surprise, "Why is he back?"

A small black dot appeared in the distance, getting closer and closer; it was Ling Chi pushing a wheelbarrow.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the six major sects and the Ming Cult, Ling Chi rushed to the Ming Cult's side and called out, "Has the White-Browed Eagle King and the Heavenly Eagle Sect arrived?"

All eyes fell on Yin Tianzheng's face. Yin Tianzheng stepped forward and said, "I am here. What brings you here, young hero?"

"It's good that the Eagle King is here." Ling Chi lifted the white cloth covering the cart, revealing colorful and very attractive rectangular candies. Holding a uniquely shaped knife, he called out, "Hey, cut cake! Fragrant and sweet cut cake! As the saying goes: Everyone must die, but some deaths are lighter than a feather, while others are heavier than cut cake! Eagle King and brothers of the Sky Eagle Sect, come and have a taste!"

Yin Tianzheng: "..."

Sky Eagle Cult members: "..."

Ming Cult members: "..."

The six major sects: "..."