Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Although civet coffee originated in Southeast Asia, the civet cat was already distributed in China. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were more than 200,000 of them. However, due to overhunting, the civet cat was later designated as a Class II protected animal.

But this is the Southern Song Dynasty, so there should be quite a few!

Ling Chi stroked his chin and put the two things, 'capturing civets and planting coffee beans,' on his agenda.

Chapter Eight: The Best Strategies Are No Strategies

The plan of the day is in the morning.

As dawn broke, smoke began to rise from the chimney of the cabin, along with the aroma of cooking food that slowly wafted through the air.

"Cuckoo-"

Little Dragon Girl's stomach growled; lately, her stomach had been so uncooperative.

Watching that man bustling about in the kitchen always felt incredible.

Despite looking only a few years older than her, she was incredibly talented and possessed exceptional martial arts skills. When Qiu Chuji came to her door, she personally witnessed Ling Chi defeat him with a remarkably skillful swordsmanship.

Although the process was rather long, taking over a hundred moves to determine the winner, she could clearly see that Ling Chi was merely testing Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship. After Qiu Chuji used all his sword techniques, repeating them repeatedly, Ling Chi cleaved Qiu Chuji's longsword in two with a single strike, winning decisively.

And then there's Senior Sister... With Senior Sister's martial arts skills, she showed no intention of resisting at all, which shows that her martial arts skills have reached a point where resistance is futile.

He's only a few years older than her, so why is he so amazing?

She was very curious.

……

After breakfast, Xiaolongnu digested her food a little and said, "Brother Ling, didn't you say you wanted to spar with me today?"

"I remember!" Ling Chi took a sip of hot tea and smiled, "But it's not advisable to do strenuous exercise right after eating, let's wait another half an hour!"

"Oh."

……

Half an hour later, in the courtyard, Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv stood with their swords in hand, while Shuang'er and Lu Wushuang watched the spectacle from the side.

Ling Chi laughed and said, "Long'er, feel free to use any special moves you have, and let me see how powerful the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts are."

Little Dragon Girl nodded, used the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, and attacked him.

The Jade Maiden Swordplay is the signature swordplay of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Its sword techniques are light, agile, elegant, and graceful, making it the nemesis of the Quanzhen Swordplay.

However, it was of no use against Ling Chi's Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Sword Style.

After Xiaolongnu demonstrated the Jade Maiden Sword Technique two or three times, Ling Chi deflected her sword with a single stroke and laughed, "That's enough. Does Long'er have any other special skills?"

"..." Little Dragon Girl tossed her longsword aside, drew a golden bell rope from her waist, and said, "Brother Ling, I apologize."

"Bring it on," Ling Chi laughed. "I can take it."

"..."

Little Dragon Girl used the Golden Bell Rope Technique. This technique is exquisite and unpredictable, mainly targeting the enemy's acupoints. The rope moves are as graceful as a serpent, turning and twisting as one pleases.

Faced with this locking technique, Ling Chi calmly countered with the "Locking-Breaking Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords.

After a hundred moves, Xiaolongnu was out of options. Ling Chi deflected the Golden Bell Rope with a single sword strike and laughed, "What other moves does Long'er have?"

Xiaolongnu's breathing was a little rapid, and sweat was beading on her forehead. It was early winter, and the temperature was dropping. Faint white smoke drifted from her body, making her look even more ethereal and otherworldly.

After calming her breathing, Xiaolongnu said, "I also have a set of fist techniques."

"Oh?" Ling Chi tossed his longsword to Shuang'er, assumed a free-fighting stance, and laughed, "Come on!"

"..." Little Dragon Girl looked at his posture with some curiosity, feeling it was very strange: "Brother Ling, what kind of martial art is this?"

"This is my own free fighting style. There are no set routines. It emphasizes defeating opponents with no moves," Ling Chi said.

"No moves are better than moves..." Little Dragon Girl murmured these words, lost in thought.

Seeing that she seemed to have grasped something, Ling Chi didn't urge her. For some martial arts geniuses, even the slightest understanding is a momentous event. Little Dragon Girl has a pure heart and exceptionally high comprehension, making her a true martial arts genius. Now that she has gained some insight, Ling Chi immediately took action.

He first signaled Shuang'er and Lu Wushuang to be quiet, then took out some small pebbles and seemingly tossed them casually, but they quickly formed an illusion array around Xiaolongnu. Within the illusion array, Xiaolongnu could neither see nor hear anything from the outside world, allowing her to comprehend the Dao in an absolutely silent environment.

Having done all that, Ling Chi looked up at the sky. The sky was blue, the wind was gentle, but it was a bit cold, a dry, biting cold.

It's suitable for eating hot pot.

……

When Xiaolongnu awoke from her reverie, an hour had passed. Looking at the illusory surroundings, she was startled: "Where is this? Brother Ling?"

"Hey, I'm here!" As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaolongnu's vision cleared, and she found herself in the same courtyard as before. The difference was that there was a dining table in the courtyard, and on the table was a strange copper pot. Charcoal was burning at the bottom of the pot, and the red water inside was boiling, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Around the copper pot were several plates of chopped cabbage, spinach, tofu, and sliced ​​meat, as well as some white shreds that looked a bit like noodles. I didn't know what they were.

At this moment, Ling Chi, Shuang'er, and Lu Wushuang were sitting around the table, putting slices of meat and cabbage into the pot. They were sweating profusely as they ate, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Little Dragon Girl swallowed hard, walked over, and asked, "What is this?"

"Spicy hot pot." Ling Chi chuckled. "It's really great, give it a try."

Little Dragon Girl nodded, went inside to wash her hands, and then sat down to try it out.

"Well--"

After taking a bite of meat, Xiaolongnu felt a burning and tingling sensation, her lips instantly swelled up, and tears streamed down her face.

"What...what is this?" Little Dragon Girl had never eaten such spicy food before. It was so spicy that she kept sticking out her tongue and her face turned red.

"Is it that spicy?" Ling Chi was taken aback. To cater to Lu Wushuang's taste, he only made a mildly spicy hot pot. Although it was a bit bland for him and Shuang'er, Lu Wushuang enjoyed it very much.

But what's wrong with Little Dragon Girl? She can't even eat mildly spicy food?

"Miss Long, have some water and rinse your mouth." Shuang'er quickly poured Shuang'er a glass of cool boiled water.

If you find it spicy, be sure to rinse your mouth with cold water to quickly eliminate the spiciness.

Little Dragon Girl forgot to thank him, took the water and kept rinsing her mouth with it, using up two cups of water before she felt much better.

Seeing that Xiaolongnu's eyes were brimming with tears, Ling Chi scratched his head and said, "If I had known that Long'er couldn't eat spicy food, I would have made a hot pot with two broths."

"It's not Brother Ling's fault." Little Dragon Girl shook her head, wiped away her tears, and said, "It's just that I'm not worthy of it."

"Wait a minute, I'll go cook a couple of dishes." Ling Chi got up and went to the wooden house. Soon after, he brought back two plates of hot dishes and said, "I'll make you non-spicy dishes next time."

Little Dragon Girl nodded: "Thank you, Brother Ling."

"You're welcome, eat up!" Ling Chi poured the remaining meat slices from her bowl into his own and asked, "What did you realize just now?"

"..." Little Dragon Girl watched him eat the rest of her meat slices one bite at a time, and felt that something was not right.

"What's wrong?" Ling Chi asked.

Little Dragon Girl shook her head, calmed herself down, and said, "I've just organized what I've learned; I still need some time to comprehend it."

"Oh?" Ling Chi nodded: "It's good that you've made some progress, eat up!"

"Ah."

After eating a few bites, Xiaolongnu looked at him and said, "Brother Ling, could you teach me your freestyle fighting?"

“I can teach you, but I don’t recommend you learn,” Ling Chi said.

"Why?" Little Dragon Girl asked, puzzled.

"Too fierce and savage," Ling Chi laughed. "You're so beautiful, I'm afraid it will diminish your charm."

"..."

Chapter Nine: It Must Be Destroyed

Having gained some insight, Xiaolongnu didn't leave the Ancient Tomb for a while afterward. However, Hong Lingbo would come every day, morning, noon, and evening, to help Xiaolongnu collect her "meal" (death sentence), leaving Lingchi both amused and exasperated.

Little Dragon Girl, won't he feed her until she turns her into a steamed bun?

Ling Chi shuddered at the thought of that ridiculous face.

No, no.

No way...right?

Ok.

……

In the dead of winter, before Xiaolongnu had even left the Ancient Tomb, Lingchi was being urged on by Linghu Chong.

"Junior brother, don't make me break my promise!"

"I know, I know."

That day, he bid farewell to Shuang'er and Lu Wushuang and went south to capture civets.

Civets are found in tropical and subtropical regions, so you can't go wrong looking for them in the south.

Ling Chi thought he would find civets and coffee beans soon, but he never expected that he would be gone for two years.

……

Two years later, in Chef God Space, on the farm.

That day, the farm was bustling with activity because Linghu Chong announced that he would keep his promise. Everyone put down their farm work and gathered at the Sky Garden Square to watch him eat excrement live.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Linghu Chong clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Everyone, I, Linghu Chong, once said that if rice with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu ever appeared in the world, I would eat shit live on air. As you all know, I, Linghu Chong, am a man of my word. The reason I didn't keep my promise before was not because I regretted it, but because I was waiting for an opportunity."

"That sounds so high-sounding," Ren Yingying sneered repeatedly. "You just don't dare to eat it."

"That's not quite right!" Linghu Chong shook his head. "Miss Ren, I know you've always disliked me, but please don't doubt my character. I've waited for this opportunity, not to prove how great I am, but to let everyone know that my words, once spoken, are like water spilled—I will never take them back! Today, I'll show you how I eat shit!"

"Ah!?" Yue Lingshan, Ning Zhongze, and Feng Qingyang were all alarmed.

"Brother, don't be silly! How can you eat Xiang! How can you face people after this?" Yue Lingshan was a little agitated: "If you dare to eat it, I... I will never talk to you again."

"Chong'er, don't be impulsive," Ning Zhongze advised. "It was just a joke back then, why take it so seriously?"

“That’s right.” Feng Qingyang didn’t want his son to eat excrement either, as that would be too disgraceful for the Feng family. “Keeping your word depends on the person and the situation. If you said you would castrate your father, would you dare to do it?”

Linghu Chong looked at him and scratched his head: "Well... it's hard to say."

"..." Feng Qingyang covered his face and burst into tears: "Damn it! I don't have a son like you! Waaaaaahhhhhh—"