Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"it is good!"

This scene of brotherly affection drew applause and cheers from the onlookers.

"As expected of a top disciple of the Mount Tai Sect, a young hero from a prestigious and righteous sect."

"With such an outstanding disciple, the Five Mountains Sword Sect has a worthy successor!"

"Although Brother Ling from the Huashan Sect is more powerful, Brother Chi from the Taishan Sect is no less so. They are truly equals."

Hearing the passersby's comments, Chi Baicheng's expression improved considerably. Ling Chi also took the opportunity to present two Juntun Guokui (a type of flatbread): "I'm not very promising. I only love cooking. Fortunately, I have some talent for it and am highly praised by my fellow disciples and teachers. Now that I'm in charge of the inner sect's kitchen, I have some confidence. I would appreciate your feedback, Senior Brother Chi."

Hearing Ling Chi's self-humiliating words, Chi Baicheng felt much better: he was just a cook.

“Junior Brother Ling, you mustn’t say that. You should know that a hero’s origins are irrelevant. With Junior Brother Ling’s martial arts skills, you will surely have a place in the martial arts world in the future.” Chi Baicheng said a few polite words, but he still accepted the Juntun Guokui.

Putting everything else aside, the aroma alone made his stomach rumble.

It seems this cook is quite skilled.

No, it smells better the more I smell it.

Chi Baicheng couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Ugh oh oh oh oh—"

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the high-class white diner Chi Baicheng. Conquest count +1. High-class white recipe dropped - Taishan Pancake."

"Taishan Pancake: Advanced White Recipe, Stamina +50, Energy +25, No Cooldown Time".

Chapter Eleven: White Top Tier

This Chi Baicheng is actually a high-ranking white-collar figure?

Ling Chi was a little surprised. Judging from their exchange just now, Chi Baicheng should be inferior to Linghu Chong. In the original novel, he was even killed by Tian Boguang with a single blow. How could such a minor character reach the level of a high-ranking figure in the White Army? It really shows that appearances can be deceiving.

But the properties of this Taishan pancake...

That's fine, we can sell them together with Juntun Guokui in the future, since the effect is the same anyway.

Soon after, Chi Baicheng awoke from his dazed state, feeling the surge of power coursing through his body. He was astonished: "Junior Brother Ling, this potsticker..."

"Isn't it delicious!" Ling Chi said with a smile. "However, this recipe is my secret and I won't share it with outsiders."

"Uh, it really is delicious." Chi Baicheng shrugged, feeling the power within his body, and said, "But after eating it, I felt as energetic as if I had taken a magic pill. Could it be that this potsticker contained some rare and precious ingredients?"

"Indeed, some precious items were used." Ling Chi smiled slightly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have priced them at ten taels of silver each."

The current price is that one tael of silver can buy two shi of white rice, which is equivalent to 236 jin and 8 taels. A guokui (a type of flatbread) from a military garrison in Lingchi sells for ten taels of silver, which is equivalent to 2368 jin of white rice. Only nouveau riche and reckless wanderers can afford such prices.

Like that mountain inn before, Laodenuo only spent 30 taels of silver to buy it. Although it was a remote place in the mountains, it was still an inn. But to exchange an inn for only three military camp potstickers was outrageous.

At first, Chi Baicheng thought Ling Chi was just trying to attract attention. How could anyone spend ten taels of silver to buy a guokui? But after eating the two Juntun guokui, he changed his mind.

He swore this was the best food he had ever eaten in his life, several times more delicious than his favorite Taishan pancake. And after eating it, the fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days vanished instantly; he felt as if he had enjoyed three days and three nights of good food and sleep, reaching an unprecedented peak.

If twenty taels of silver had such an effect, it would indeed be... no! It would be more than worth the price!

With a burning gaze, Chi Baicheng pulled out fifty taels of silver and said, "Junior Brother Ling, I would like to buy five, is that alright?"

“No problem at all.” Ling Chi smiled brightly: “The Five Mountains Sword Sects are of one mind. Since Senior Brother Chi wants to buy five, then I will give Senior Brother Chi one extra. How about it?”

"In that case, thank you very much, my foolish brother." Chi Baicheng was very moved: Junior Brother Ling is truly a good person.

The six Juntun Guokui (a type of flatbread), plus the two I had eaten for free earlier, sold for fifty taels of silver.

Monopolies are indeed the most profitable industries.

"I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave. If Junior Brother Ling ever passes through Tai'an in the future, I will certainly do my best to be a good host." Chi Baicheng said, clasping his hands in farewell as he carried the package containing the Juntun potstickers.

"Take care, Senior Brother Chi."

After seeing Chi Baicheng off, Ling Chi cupped his hands in greeting and asked, "Is there any other hero who would like to sample Juntun Guokui for free?"

"I'll do it!"

A swordsman in blue stepped forward from the crowd, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Guan Yunsheng, also known as Little Yunchang. Please enlighten me."

"please!"

……

For two consecutive days, Ling Chi thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of leveling up at lightning speed. Watching his experience points increase rapidly, Ling Chi beamed with joy.

On the afternoon of the second day after setting up the stall, several sounds were heard:

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the high-class white-level diner, Daoist Tiansong. Conquest count +1. High-class white-level recipe dropped - First-class Tofu."

"Premium Tofu: High-grade white recipe, Constitution +0.5, cooldown time 10 days."

"Ding, you have conquered diners of the same level 96 times and diners of lower level 405 times. The upgrade conditions have been met. Host Ling Chi's cooking skills have been promoted to the top white level."

"Ding! Congratulations to host Ling Chi for upgrading her cooking skills to the highest level (white). You are rewarded with a one-time high-grade blue recipe: Shark Fin and Tiger Bone Soup."

"Shark Fin and Tiger Bone Soup: High-grade blue recipe, increases constitution by 8 after consumption."

Bathed in the golden light of the upgrade (in his own mind), Ling Chi felt incredibly excited! He felt like he had reached the climax of his life, the pinnacle of his existence—so breathtaking, so dazzling, so vibrant…

"Junior brother, junior brother?"

Yue Lingshan pushed him hard: "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Chi snapped out of her daze and gave her a sweet smile, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Yue Lingshan blushed slightly, but her heart tightened. She said, "Junior Brother, are you tired? Let's call it a day! Let's go back to the inn to rest now."

Ling Chi nodded, clasped his hands in a gesture of apology to the onlookers, and then packed his things with Yue Lingshan, preparing to return to the inn.

"Please wait, my two junior disciples." Daoist Tiansong, who had just finished dancing in his hallucination, called out to the two.

Ling Chi turned around and looked at the rosy-cheeked Taoist Tian Song. He knew that Tian Song was in peak condition and would not let go of the Juntun Guokui in his hands.

That's fine too. As long as they give us money, what's wrong with giving it all to them?

"What are your instructions, senior?" Ling Chi asked, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Hmm." When the matter came to a head, Daoist Tiansong realized he didn't have enough silver, but he was thick-skinned enough to maintain the demeanor of a senior master, saying casually, "Junior nephew, would you be willing to lend me your potstickers?"

The customer is king, and Ling Chi immediately beamed with joy.

"How much do you want, senior?"

Seeing that Ling Chi was willing to sell, Daoist Tian Song was no longer in a hurry. He stroked his long beard and said with a faint smile, "Nephew, would you be willing to sell the recipe?"

"Uh……"

Ling Chi's expression changed slightly, and his enthusiastic smile turned into a polite one: "May I ask what your offer is, senior?"

"Ok?"

Seeing that Ling Chi seemed genuinely interested in selling the recipe, Daoist Tiansong felt a pang of anxiety: Could it be that this kid is really willing to part with it?

Considering the price of Juntun Guokui, Daoist Tiansong pondered for a moment, then held up five fingers.

"Five million taels?" Ling Chi's eyes darted around, then he nodded. "It's not something we can't consider."

"Uh? Cough cough!" Daoist Tiansong coughed heavily a few times, his face showing a hint of embarrassment: "Nephew, you misspoke."

"Not five million taels?" Ling Chi frowned, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Could it be only five hundred thousand taels?"

"Cough cough cough cough—"

Daoist Tiansong blushed crimson, then suddenly clutched his forehead, saying, "Oh no, I've caught a cold today and I can't hold on any longer. We can discuss the transaction later. I can't take it anymore, I'm dizzy..."

Watching the somewhat disheveled Taoist Tiansong flee, Yue Lingshan snorted, "Disrespectful to his elders."

A big forest has all kinds of birds!

Ling Chi chuckled twice, then he and Yue Lingshan packed up their stall and carried their loads back to the inn.

After entering the guest room, Ling Chi closed the door and sat on the bed to check his condition.

Host: Ling Chi

Physical strength: (200/200)

Energy: (100/100)

Power: 8.9

Agility: 12.6

Physical condition: 11.8

True Qi: 14.6 (years)

Lifespan: 79.3 years

……

Culinary Skills: Top-Tier White (0/100)

……

Secondary Profession: Warrior

Internal strength:

Hunyuan Gong (Level 2): Active skill, enhances base stats by 146%.

Move:

Free Fighting (Level 5): Active skill, enhances unarmed combat ability by 50%.

Dismemberment (Level 6): Active skill, increases the ability to dismember with a knife by 60%.

Huashan Swordplay (Level 3): Active skill, enhances attack and defense capabilities by 30% while holding a sword.

Chapter Twelve: Grandpa and Little Girl

As the date for Liu Zhengfeng's retirement from martial arts draws ever closer, Hengshan City is overflowing with people. The streets and alleys are filled with martial arts practitioners carrying knives and swords, a sight not seen for many years.

On this day, a grandfather and grandson came to Hengshan City.

The grandfather was about fifty years old, with gray hair but a ruddy complexion. Although his clothes were ordinary, they carried a certain elegance. His granddaughter was a little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in emerald green, with snow-white skin and a pretty and lovely face that was pleasing to the eye.