Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

After thinking for a moment, he immediately entered the farm in the God of Cookery's space. It was late at night on the farm, and everyone was already asleep.

Ling Chi walked into an empty house and saw Zhou Zhiruo there for some reason, her eyes burning with passion: "Brother Ling, why didn't you call me when you came?"

Ling Chi chuckled dryly twice: "I was just afraid of bothering you!"

"How could that be!" Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with affection.

"..."

……

After leaving the farm, Ling Chi walked wearily into the bedroom. Without eating any steamed buns to regain his energy, he took off his clothes and lay down next to Xiao Longnv, quickly falling asleep.

Nothing happened that night.

……

The next morning, Xiaolongnu opened her eyes. The effects of the alcohol had worn off, and her mind was gradually clearing.

Thinking back to last night, I can't help but shake my head. Alcohol may taste good, but it's easy to get drunk; I should drink less in the future.

Just as she was about to get up, she sensed something was wrong. Turning her head, she saw Ling Chi lying on his side facing her, one hand and one leg draped over her, fast asleep.

"..." Little Dragon Girl's heart pounded.

A charming blush appeared on Xiaolongnu's delicate face as she stretched out her slender arms and embraced Ling Chi's body.

I pulled one of his arms over to use as a pillow, and gazed closely at his sleeping face. Though not stunning, it was still pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't resist kissing him on the cheek, then closed her eyes with a smile on her lips.

A little bit of sweetness.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and Lu Wushuang rushed in.

"Big brother, Happy New Year! I want a red envelope... uh!?"

Ling Chi was woken up by the noise, frowned, and rubbed his eyes: "What's all the noise so early in the morning?"

"..." Lu Wushuang silently retreated and closed the door behind her.

Soon, a scream came from inside the cabin: "Sister Shuang'er, come quick! Something terrible has happened—"

……

Outside, chickens and dogs were running around in chaos. Ling Chi looked at the little dragon girl, whose face was flushed and who was gazing at him with affection, and his heart was pounding: "Long'er, you...you're awake."

"Hmm." Little Dragon Girl gave a soft "hmm," but didn't speak.

Ling Chi scratched his head and said, "Um, Happy New Year."

"Ah."

"..."

Ling Chi gritted his teeth, pulled her into his arms, and said fiercely, "From today onwards, you are my wife."

Little Dragon Girl buried her face in his chest and said, "Mmm."

……

On the first day of the new year, the atmosphere in the cabin was somewhat eerie.

Hong Lingbo watched as her martial uncle nestled sweetly beside the Great Demon King, daring not to ask or say anything.

Lu Wushuang's eyes darted around, clearly indicating that he wasn't up to anything good.

Only Shuang'er smiled broadly and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, congratulations! When are you going to have your wedding banquet?"

Little Dragon Girl blushed and looked at Ling Chi with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"We'll definitely attend the wedding banquet, but the scale of the event will depend on Long'er's wishes." Ling Chi asked with a smile, "Long'er, how do you think our wedding should be organized? How grand should it be?"

These words warmed Xiaolongnu's heart, but after thinking it over carefully, she said softly, "I don't want any pomp and circumstance. I just want us to be able to bow to heaven and earth in front of Master and Grandmaster."

“That’s only right.” Ling Chi nodded and said, “I also know a little about the grudges and love between Lady Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang. Although they had feelings for each other, they were too stubborn and missed their chance to marry, which is a great pity.”

"..." Little Dragon Girl did not want to speak ill of her elders, so she kept quiet.

"How about this!" Ling Chi said, "After the Lantern Festival, when the market opens, we'll go down the mountain to buy supplies and wedding attire. Then we'll choose an auspicious day, pay our respects to your master and Lady Lin Chaoying, and hold the wedding. Is that alright?"

Little Dragon Girl gave a soft "hmm" and said, "I'll do whatever Brother Ling says."

Seeing the two of them so sweet together, Lu Wushuang said with envy, "Big brother, sister Long, congratulations! I wish you a healthy baby soon."

Little Dragon Girl blushed, too embarrassed to speak.

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words. After I give birth to your precious son, I'll have you wash the baby's diapers every day."

"Ugh! I don't want to." Lu Wushuang looked disgusted.

"Haha."

"whee."

……

On the day of the Spring Festival, the cabin was filled with laughter and joy. Ling Chi took out the fireworks and firecrackers he had bought early and set them off with the girls in the yard. Although they didn't have any relatives to visit for the New Year, they still had a very happy time.

The joyful days continued until the Lantern Festival.

After the Lantern Festival, Ling Chi took Xiaolongnu, Shuang'er, and Lu Wushuang down the mountain to buy wedding supplies.

Putting everything else aside, the wedding dress still needed to be custom-made, which was one of the reasons why Xiaolongnu agreed to go down the mountain.

With Xiaolongnu's beauty, she was sure to attract some trouble after descending the mountain. To avoid trouble, Xiaolongnu deliberately covered her face with a silk scarf, revealing only her beautiful eyes.

Even so, her slender and graceful figure, as well as her clear and expressive eyes, still attracted countless gazes.

Despite repeated attempts to avoid it, a few scoundrels still came to cause trouble.

Ling Chi looked at these hooligans and sighed, "Why bother!"

The next moment, screams filled the air as Ling Chi broke the legs of all the ruffians, shocking countless ill-intentioned people, and there were no further obstacles afterward.

Just as Ling Chi and Xiao Longnv finished ordering their wedding attire at the tailor shop and paid the deposit, a familiar voice came from their right side: "Isn't this Young Hero Ling!"

Ling Chi turned his head and saw a familiar face.

The man was in his thirties, dressed in the robes of a Quanzhen Taoist priest, holding a long sword, carrying a small bundle on his back, looking travel-worn, as if he had just returned from a long journey.

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "So it's Daoist Zhen."

Zhen Zhibing laughed and strode over. He was about to speak, but when his eyes swept over Xiaolongnu's face, he couldn't look away.

Although Xiaolongnu covered her face with a white veil, the veil was so thin that her general outline could still be seen. Moreover, Xiaolongnu's eyes were clear and otherworldly, and her temperament was like that of an immortal, instantly captivating Zhen Zhibing's soul.

So...so beautiful.

"..."

Ling Chi squinted.

A song popped into my head: Ikkyu-san~~~

Chapter Fourteen: Cutting for Permanent Rule

Ling Chi coughed loudly, startling Zhen Zhibing awake.

Seeing Ling Chi's unfriendly gaze, Zhen Zhibing panicked slightly and quickly asked, "Young Master Ling, did you come down the mountain to make some purchases?"

"Heh." Ling Chi sneered inwardly, but smiled brightly on the surface: "I'm accompanying my fiancée to buy wedding supplies."

"..." Zhen Zhibing opened his mouth, turned his head to look at Xiaolongnu, and asked with a pain in his heart, "Could this young lady be..."

"Master Zhen's discerning eye is spot on." Ling Chi held Xiaolongnu's soft hand and smiled, "She is Long'er, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and my fiancée."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Zhibing felt a sudden, unbearable pain in his heart, screaming inwardly: Why!? Why!? Why!? No! No!! No!!

A song resonated in his heart: Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling, and the world is a vast expanse of white...

"...Congratulations." Zhen Zhibing's heart was bleeding, but he had to offer his blessings with a smile: "Congratulations to Young Hero Ling and Miss Long on your marriage. I wish you...a son soon."

"Thank you." Ling Chi smiled and clasped his hands in a fist and bow. "I originally wanted to send wedding invitations to all the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, but considering the grudges between the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect, I had to put the invitations aside. Please forgive me, Taoist Priest Zhen."

"Young Master Ling, you flatter me." Zhen Zhibing chuckled twice, not wanting to continue the conversation. He clasped his hands and said, "I have just returned and have some worldly matters to report to my master. I will take my leave now and ask for your understanding."

"Take care, Master Zhen." Ling Chi waved his hand, then narrowed his eyes as he looked at Zhen Zhibing's somewhat forlorn figure.

There's no such thing as a thousand days of thievery, no thousand days of guarding against thieves. Zhen Zhibing's lustful desires have already been aroused; perhaps...

"Brother Ling," Little Dragon Girl called out, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chi turned her head and looked into her pure and curious eyes, feeling a warmth in her heart. She smiled and said, "It's nothing." She paused for a moment, then added, "The wedding dress has been ordered. Now let's go buy the decorations for the wedding room!"

"Mmm." Little Dragon Girl nodded, and with a sweet smile, she held his hand and walked towards a general store.

"..." Shuang'er glanced in Zhen Zhibing's direction, seemingly lost in thought.

……

That day, after reporting the mission he was to carry out down the mountain to his sect, Zhen Zhibing walked out of the mountain gate and looked in the direction of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

He couldn't help but be captivated by the image of the figure that had captured his heart at first sight.

"Junior Brother Zhen, what are you looking at?" A somewhat annoying voice startled Zhen Zhibing. He turned around, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Oh, it's Senior Brother Zhao."

The visitor was Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing's mortal enemy.

Among the third-generation disciples of Quanzhen, Yin Zhiping was originally the most skilled in martial arts, followed by Zhao Zhijing. However, in recent years, Yin Zhiping has devoted himself to the practice of internal alchemy and qi cultivation, and his martial arts skills have become rusty. Therefore, among the third-generation disciples, Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing compete for supremacy.

Of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Ma Yu passed away several years ago, and the other six are getting old. It is inevitable that the third generation of disciples will take over, but who will become the third-generation leader is still undecided.

As the two strongest disciples of the third generation, Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing both wished they could kill each other in order to take the top position.

"Junior Brother Zhen seems distracted. Has he encountered some trouble?" Zhao Zhijing feigned concern, but the two knew perfectly well what he was thinking.

"No, not at all." Zhen Zhibing shook his head, clasped his hands and said, "I was just thinking about some difficult problems in martial arts and lost my mind for a moment. I'm sorry to have worried Senior Brother Zhao."

"Haha, it's good that Junior Brother Zhen is alright." Zhao Zhijing smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhen has been away for several months, there must be something important that he doesn't know yet."

"Oh?" Zhen Zhibing's curiosity was piqued. "What important matter is it?"

"Does Junior Brother Zhen know about Little Dragon Girl, the third-generation leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect?" Zhao Zhijing asked with a smile.

Zhen Zhibing's breath hitched, his heart breaking: No! No! No!