Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"A maze?" Yin Li asked in astonishment.

"So Father had already set up the formation!" Xiao Zhao chuckled, turning to look at the bewildered Yin Li, and muttered a few words. Yin Li's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Uncle Ling knows formations too, that's amazing!"

"Of course!" Xiao Zhao proudly puffed out her chest and raised her head, "Father is omnipotent."

Ling Chi patted her head and said with a smile, "Stop praising me, hurry up and eat."

"Uh-huh."

Yin Li felt relieved, took a sip of meat porridge, and said, "Although Uncle Ling was prepared, letting that Tartar woman escape is still a problem. Next time she comes, I'll definitely smear her face."

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Whatever you say."

He genuinely didn't care.

"..." Shuang'er put down her chopsticks and said, "Don't worry! She will never come back."

"..."

The living room fell silent.

Ling Chi looked at Shuang'er and recalled that she had been eating silently without saying a word. A thought flashed through his mind.

"Shuang'er, you..."

Xiao Zhao and Yin Li also realized something, their hearts raced, and they held their breath.

Shuang'er nodded: "Last night, I threw her into the sea to feed the sharks."

……

After listening to Shuang'er's story for a long time, Ling Chi shook his head: "I knew that girl was pretending to be stupid. She just lacked self-control and couldn't hold back after only three months."

Undeniably, his decision to spare Zhao Min's life was partly due to his lingering attachment to the original story, coupled with Zhao Min's tears, which caused him to abandon his murderous intent and take her back to Peach Blossom Island.

Looking back now, the reason she cried so easily back then was probably a way for her to save her life.

That seems to be the case.

With no martial arts skills and all the poison and weapons on him taken away, how can he save his life in a situation where death is almost certain?

If she were facing a woman, she might have no way to deal with it, but unfortunately, the person in question is a man.

The most effective weapon against men is not tantrums or throwing a tantrum, but tears.

From a biological perspective, as long as a man is physically healthy, he will have no resistance to beautiful women. Even with various objective external obstacles, it is difficult for a man to harm a beautiful woman.

Having grown up amidst conspiracies and intrigues, and with guidance from renowned masters like the Bitter Monk, Zhao Min already possessed a thorough understanding of men's nature. Faced with Ling Chi's murderous intent, she chose a woman's most powerful weapon—tears.

Ultimately, she survived.

Unfortunately, women understand women best, and a woman's tears have absolutely no effect on another woman. Last night, her old tricks were used again, but instead of working on Shuang'er, they only strengthened Shuang'er's determination to kill her.

And so, she died.

The body was thrown a kilometer away by Shuang'er like a hammer, and fed to the sharks in the sea.

"Aunt Shuang'er, you're amazing!" Yin Li stared at Shuang'er with shining eyes, her admiration evident.

Xiao Zhao also looked at Shuang'er, as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Shuang'er smiled slightly, turned to look at Ling Chi, and said, "Brother, you don't blame me, do you?"

"How could that be?" Ling Chi waved his hand and said, "I won't get angry with my family for the sake of outsiders. Besides, you're doing this for my own good. I know what's more important."

Seeing Ling Chi's calm expression, Shuang'er smiled and said, "Brother, you're still the same brother, you haven't changed at all."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Return to Wudang

Several months later, Ling Chi brought Xiao Zhao and Yin Li to Wudang Mountain.

As they traveled, the three saw flames of war everywhere, with the rebel army, led by the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects, engaged in fierce resistance against the Yuan court. After all, there were far more Han Chinese than Mongols, and as long as someone raised a rallying cry, countless followers would follow.

The Ming Cult now numbers well over a million. With Zhang Wuji, a master strategist, drawing fire from all sides, and Yang Xiao, the Grand Steward of the Interior, constantly exerting influence, along with capable generals like Zhu Yuanzhang, they seem poised to sweep across the land. The Yuan court is suffering repeated defeats and will likely be driven out of the Central Plains by the Han people before returning to grazing on the grasslands.

Along the way, Ling Chi and his two companions witnessed no fewer than ten battles, large and small. By the time they arrived at Wudang Mountain, the rebel army was growing stronger with each battle, while the Yuan court was growing weaker. Ling Chi was very gratified to see this, as it had not been in vain that he had relieved the six major sects and the Ming Cult from their crisis.

Xiao Zhao and Zhu'er didn't really feel anything. One of them grew up carefree, while the other had experienced the coldness of human relationships since childhood and didn't have much understanding of national righteousness. They were just happy because Ling Chi was happy.

"Uncle Ling, there don't seem to be many traces of war near Wudang Sect." Arriving at the nearest small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there was not a single broken wall or ruin. Although the people in the town were a bit thin and pale, their overall spirits were good, and they had clothes to cover themselves. Compared to other places where war was raging, they could be considered to be living in peace and contentment.

Ling Chi nodded and said, "The Wudang Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the leading force of the martial arts world. With Master Zhang and several top-notch disciples under his command, Yuan Ting is unwilling to clash with them."

"What's the use? Back then, he couldn't even protect his own disciple and his wife." Yin Li snorted.

"..." Ling Chi shook his head: "The deaths of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were not caused by the various factions, but by Yu Daiyan."

Who is Yu Daiyan?

"You're so ignorant!" Ling Chiqu flicked Yin Li's head with her finger and scolded with a laugh, "Who are the Seven Heroes of Wudang?"

"Hehe..." Yin Li covered her head and stuck out her tongue: "I only know that my aunt married Zhang Wuxia, I don't know about the others."

“If you go up Wudang Mountain, you’ll definitely be kicked out.” Ling Chi shook his head and said, “Remember, the Seven Heroes of Wudang are Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu. This Yu Daiyan is the Third Hero Yu.”

"Oh," Yin Li replied verbally, but whether she actually remembered it was another matter.

"You……"

……

The three did not linger in the town, but soon arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain and went up the mountain to visit Zhang Sanfeng.

"Who comes here!?"

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the Wudang Sect, two Taoist priests holding long swords stopped them, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Seeing that they were in their twenties, Ling Chi figured that they hadn't gone up the mountain yet when Zhang Sanfeng celebrated his 100th birthday, or that they were just young Taoist novices on Wudang Mountain and had never seen him.

Ling Chi clasped his hands in greeting and said, "My name is Ling Chi, and I have come to pay my respects to Master Zhang."

Seeing that Ling Chi, Xiao Zhao, and Yin Li had extraordinary bearing and didn't seem like bad people, the two Taoists breathed a sigh of relief. One of them said, "The three of you have come at an inopportune time. Our master is currently in seclusion and is probably unable to receive guests."

"Oh?" Ling Chi nodded. Zhang Sanfeng was getting old and was becoming less and less interested in the fighting and killing in the martial arts world. He was also spending more and more time in seclusion, immersing himself in his own little world. He could be considered an old homebody.

"I wonder who is currently in charge of the Wudang Sect?" Ling Chi asked.

“It is our eldest uncle, Song Yuanqiao,” the Taoist priest said.

"Then please inform them that an old friend from Master Zhang's 100th birthday celebration has come to visit," Ling Chi said, clasping his hands in greeting.

An old friend who celebrated the centenary of the master?

The two Taoist priests looked Ling Chi up and down. How could an old friend from more than ten years ago be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy?

Despite harboring suspicions, he remained courteous and immediately sent someone up the mountain to report.

……

At the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao is handling various sect affairs.

Now, the Wudang Sect has also joined the tide of resistance against the Yuan Dynasty. As the most skilled and highest-ranking of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao naturally took on the important task of overseeing the sect as Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion more and more frequently. Meanwhile, other active members such as Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi have led their sect's best fighters down the mountain to assist the Ming Cult in fighting against the Yuan Dynasty.

Despite the Yuan court's repeated defeats, Song Yuanqiao felt little joy. Almost every few days, he would hear news of a Wudang disciple's death in battle. These were people he had watched grow up, practically his own children.

Although he knew it was unavoidable, he still couldn't let it go.

Fortunately, there has been no news of Wudang disciples being killed or injured in the past two days, which has greatly improved Song Yuanqiao's mood.

"Master Uncle, someone has come to visit from down the mountain."

Song Yuanqiao looked up at the Wudang disciples who were walking quickly towards him and asked, "Who comes to visit?"

"That person only said he was an old friend from our grandmaster's 100th birthday celebration," the Wudang disciple said.

"An old friend on Master's 100th birthday?" Song Yuanqiao was taken aback, then suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, and asked, "Was it a tall, thin young man?"

The Wudang disciple was startled and quickly replied, "Yes, it is indeed a tall, thin young man, with two women by his side."

"Two women?" Song Yuanqiao was taken aback for a moment, but didn't think much of it and said, "Quickly! Invite them in!...No! I'll go and invite them in myself!"

If it really is him, then Song Yuanqiao deserves to personally welcome him.

The Wudang disciple was startled: Who exactly was that young man? Why did his grandmaster uncle take him so seriously?

……

Soon after, Song Yuanqiao strode to the mountain gate, and when he saw Ling Chi, he was overjoyed: "Young hero!"

Ling Chi looked at him, smiled, and clasped his hands in greeting: "Great Hero Song, it's been several months, but you're still as dashing as ever!"

"I can't compare to you, young hero." Song Yuanqiao returned the greeting repeatedly, glancing at Xiao Zhao and Yin Li. He didn't recognize Yin Li, but he had seen Xiao Zhao at Bright Peak, and she looked somewhat similar to the toddler at the foot of Wudang Mountain back then, so her identity could be confirmed.

Song Yuanqiao exclaimed, "You looked just like this more than ten years ago, and you still look the same now. You truly have a knack for preserving your youth."

Ling Chi chuckled and said, "I am unworthy of praise from Hero Song. I wonder if Hero Yu is on the mountain?"

"Third Junior Brother?" Song Yuanqiao was taken aback. "He is indeed on the mountain. Why do you ask, young hero?"

"It's good that you're here." Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "To be honest, not long after I left Bright Peak, I obtained a kind of ointment from someone. Its medicinal properties are extremely miraculous. If an ordinary person's hands, feet, or joints are severely injured and become disabled, applying this ointment can still heal the injury and gradually restore normal activity. If the disability has been going on for a long time and the bone injury has already healed, then the broken bone must be broken again first. Applying this ointment can also restore the bones to normal, allowing the person to regain the ability to walk normally."

"Really?!" Song Yuanqiao trembled with excitement.

"I wouldn't dare to mock Master Song." Ling Chi took out a box of Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment from his sleeve and said, "This medicine is called Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment. It is a secret medicine of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. I wonder if Master Song has heard of it?"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head, looking ashamed: "I am ignorant and have never heard of it."

"It's alright." Ling Chi chuckled and said, "The Western Regions are far from the Central Plains and are not well-known, so it's normal that Master Song hasn't heard of them."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "May I see Yu Sanxia?"

"Of course, please! Young hero, please come in!"

Chapter Forty: Zhang Sanfeng's Happiness

Three hours later, Ling Chi completed a surgical operation, a version of the Yuan Dynasty's surgery.

Anesthetizing Yu Daiyan with the Huashan acupoint striking technique, using superhuman strength to re-break Yu Daiyan's crippled limbs, then setting the bones with bone-setting techniques that almost everyone in the martial arts world knows, finally applying the Black Jade Bone-Setting Ointment, wrapping it with sterile gauze, and fixing it, thus completing the surgery.

When Ling Chi came out of the 'operating room', Song Yuanqiao asked with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, "Young hero, I wonder about my third junior brother..."

"Don't worry!" Ling Chi smiled slightly: "The surgery was very successful. At most, Yu Sanxia will be able to walk again in three months."

"That's wonderful!" Song Yuanqiao exclaimed excitedly. "Thank you so much for your help, young hero. The entire Wudang community is deeply grateful."