Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Ling Chi stroked his chin, thinking, "This looks promising!"

Chapter Seventeen: Selling Cut Cakes!

Several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ling Chi went to the Quanzhen Sect to return a book, only to find many Quanzhen Sect disciples getting ready to depart, and he wondered where they were going.

"Master Zhao." Ling Chi greeted Zhao Zhijing upon seeing him.

"So it's Young Master Ling." Although Zhao Zhijing wasn't a good person, he was very polite to Ling Chi, cupping his fists in greeting: "Young Master Ling, you've come to return the book, haven't you?"

"Yes!" Ling Chi chuckled and asked, "With so many people here today, what happened?"

“It’s quite a big deal!” Zhao Zhijing said. “With the Mongol army about to invade the south, the great hero Guo Jing and the heroine Huang Rong are holding a heroes’ gathering at Dasheng Pass to determine the leader of the martial arts world and fight against the Mongols together. Our Quanzhen Sect is also among those invited. Today, Uncle Hao and Uncle Sun are leading a team to Dasheng Pass to attend the gathering.”

After listening to Zhao Zhijing's explanation, Ling Chi nodded: "I see."

Has it already come to this?!

Heroes' Gathering...

Ouyang Feng has been confined to his home for several months, and Hong Qigong is probably still alive and wouldn't stand idly by. Guo Jing and Huang Rong are also there, and Jinlun Fawang will likely cause trouble as well.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up, and he asked, "When is the Heroes' Gathering held?"

"..."

……

"Is my brother going on a long trip?"

Inside the cabin, as everyone sat at the table eating lunch, Ling Chi mentioned he was going on a long trip. Shuang'er asked, "Where to?"

"Dasheng Pass." Ling Chi took a bite of rice and said, "A heroes' gathering will be held there soon, and I'd like to go and take a look."

"The Heroes' Gathering?" Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up. "It looks like so much fun! Big brother, take me with you!"

"I'm going on serious business, not for fun," Ling Chi said. "Besides, things are chaotic outside; what if we encounter danger?"

"I'm not afraid." Lu Wushuang raised her little fist: "I'm very powerful now."

In recent years, Ling Chi has taught Lu Wushuang the Nine Yin Manual, the Dugu Nine Swords, and the Flying Willow Light Smoke Skill. Xiaolongnu has also taught her some martial arts from the Ancient Tomb Sect. With the help of various delicacies, Lu Wushuang is now a master of the blue realm. At her age, there are almost no young masters who can rival her.

As for where the Nine Yin Manual came from? It was given to me by Zhou Zhiruo, of course.

Ling Chi has studied the Tai Chi True Scripture for many years. Although he has not yet mastered it, he has never changed his cultivation method because he is strong enough. He only started practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to cooperate with Xiaolongnu.

Shuang'er, on the other hand, had already cultivated the Nine Yin Manual in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, and is now even more powerful than him.

But getting fat first isn't true fatness; getting fat later can be overwhelming.

Ling Chi has confidence in the Tai Chi Manual. Given a little more time, he believes he can achieve a breakthrough.

"Then you'd better behave and not cause trouble."

"Mmm." Seeing Ling Chi agree, Lu Wushuang nodded repeatedly and said excitedly, "I'll be very obedient and definitely won't cause any trouble."

Ling Chi smiled and turned to Shuang'er, saying, "Ouyang Feng is very skilled in martial arts. Although he is chained up, we cannot let our guard down. I will have to trouble Shuang'er to keep a close eye on him."

Shuang'er nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, brother, I will keep an eye on Ouyang Feng."

Ling Chi smiled slightly. If you were to ask who he trusted most in this world, it would undoubtedly be Shuang'er.

Shuang'er was meticulous, composed, and highly skilled in martial arts, and had never disappointed him.

"Long'er, are you going?" Ling Chi asked.

Little Dragon Girl shook her head: "There are too many people down the mountain, so I won't go."

"..." Ling Chi sighed inwardly, "That's fine too."

Since getting married, he discovered that Xiaolongnu was a real homebody. She disliked crowds and rarely spoke, even at home. Her biggest hobbies were beekeeping and honey making.

He tested the honey made by Xiaolongnu, and its quality was ridiculously high, reaching the top-grade white standard. Its effects were also very powerful, including detoxification, beautification, delaying aging, and giving the body a sweet aroma.

In recent years, Xiaolongnu, Shuang'er, and Lu Wushuang have been drinking a bowl of honey water every morning, and their bodies always smell sweet and fragrant.

Ling Chi had drunk it a few times, but it wasn't good for a man to always have a sweet smell on him. Ever since that time he went to the Quanzhen Sect to return a book and was stared at by several Taoist priests with shining eyes, he never drank it again.

Holy crap! There were so many rabbits in ancient times, one wrong move and you'd be in trouble.

“Then you and Shuang’er stay at home. I’ll be back in ten days at most,” Ling Chi said.

"Okay." Little Dragon Girl nodded. "Be careful."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "I will."

……

The Heroes' Gathering was to be held in ten days, and Ouyang Feng still had six days left in his ten-day cooldown period. Ling Chi stayed at home for another six days, and after gaining some more experience points from Ouyang Feng, he bid farewell to Xiaolongnu and Shuang'er, and took Lu Wushuang down the mountain.

Dasheng Pass, a strategic pass between Henan and Hubei provinces, boasts a commanding position, yet its markets are not prosperous, as the area north of it has been occupied by Mongol troops. Guo Jing and Huang Rong held a heroes' gathering here to call upon heroes from all over the land to resist the Mongol invasion on the front lines.

When Ling Chi and Lu Wushuang arrived at Dasheng Pass, it was already teeming with martial arts practitioners, all heading in the same direction.

The two followed the crowd into the town, rested briefly for a day, and left the town early the next morning. After traveling another seven or eight miles, they saw a large manor surrounded by hundreds of ancient locust trees, and heroes from all walks of life were heading towards the manor.

"Big brother, aren't we going in?" Lu Wushuang asked when Ling Chi stopped in front of the manor gate.

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "You go in! I'll sell some things first."

"Selling things?" Lu Wushuang glanced at the wooden box on the cart: "Selling cut cakes?"

Early this morning, Ling Chi made a giant piece of glutinous rice cake, neatly cut it into small pieces, wrapped it in straw paper, and packed it in a wooden box. At first, Lu Wushuang didn't know why Ling Chi made so much glutinous rice cake. Now she realized that it was for sale here.

"You're smart." Ling Chi smiled. "Are you going in or not? If not, you'll be selling cut cakes with me here."

"I'd better go in!" Although her family had long been destroyed, Lu Wushuang still cared about her status as a young lady of a prominent family and refused to become a common laborer. She quickly entered the manor.

Ling Chi shook his head, unloaded the wooden crate, laid wooden planks on the cart, and placed the packaged cut cakes on the planks.

At this moment, several people glanced at him, all looking curious.

Ling Chi smiled slightly, channeled his inner energy, and roared, "Selling cut cakes! Fragrant and sweet cut cakes! If you don't like them, you don't have to pay! Come and buy some!"

……

Inside the manor, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were entertaining heroes from all walks of life when they were suddenly startled by the hawking sounds coming from outside.

Selling cut cake? Who comes here to sell cut cake?

Many martial arts practitioners looked puzzled, but those with high martial arts skills turned serious: Such profound skill!

Although it was just a shout of hawking, it was imbued with profound inner strength. This inner strength lingered in the manor for a long time, demonstrating the profound skill of the hawker.

A glint of light flashed in Guo Jing's eyes: "Impressive skill! I wonder which reclusive master you are?"

Huang Rong's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "I wonder which senior has come here to amuse us. Brother Jing, shall we go out and take a look?"

"Okay, okay," Guo Jing readily agreed.

With the Heroes' Gathering approaching, recruiting even one more expert will increase our strength in resisting the Mongol army.

"Please have a seat, heroes. My wife and I will be right back." Guo Jing and Huang Rong excused themselves and went out of the manor together.

The two men had assumed the visitor would be at least middle-aged, but they were stunned when they saw the young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old behind the cart.

Chapter 18 The Man Who Made Huang Rong Feel Embarrassed

He... is a reclusive master!?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong could not believe their eyes.

"Hey, cut cake! After eating it, you'll be full of energy and all your fatigue will disappear. Tired or sleepy? Eat cut cake, and you can easily and happily charge in and out of the battlefield. Ten taels of silver for a piece, ten taels of silver, you won't lose out, ten taels of silver, you won't be cheated. Hey, come quick! With cut cake, you can move like the wind on the battlefield, slay generals and capture flags, and becoming a marquis or prime minister is not a dream."

"..."

Guo Jing's expression was quite interesting; he couldn't believe that a master with profound inner strength would be such a... indescribable person.

Huang Rong chuckled and said, "This person is quite interesting."

As the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, I adore this kind of wonderful person.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around. They might have initially been interested in trying it out, but upon hearing the price, they became furious: "Kid, you dare to sell a piece of cake for ten taels of silver? Do you think all the heroes here are fools?"

"What do you mean?" Ling Chi asked innocently. "Sir, you've misunderstood. My cut cake has miraculous effects. Eating one piece will give you boundless energy and completely eliminate fatigue. Think about it, sir. When the Mongol army marches south, you'll be charging through thousands of troops, and you'll inevitably run out of energy. If you eat a piece of cut cake at that moment, your energy will be instantly restored, and all fatigue will disappear. Wouldn't you be able to fight your way in and out seven times over?"

"..."

It sounds reasonable, but it sounds like a sales pitch for miracle cures. Those who come to this Heroes' Gathering are all experienced martial artists; they wouldn't believe a few words from Ling Chi.

"You said that eating one piece can restore strength and eliminate fatigue?" a middle-aged swordsman asked.

“Not bad.” Ling Chi nodded. “If you don’t believe me, you can check the goods on the spot. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give you this whole cart of cut cakes for free.” He paused. “But if it works, it’ll be ten taels of silver, not a penny less.”

"Alright!" The middle-aged swordsman pulled out a ten-tael silver coin from his waist and slammed it onto the cart. "The silver is right here. I'll try your cut cake. If it works, the silver is yours. But if it doesn't, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Upon seeing the silver, Ling Chi beamed with joy: "Of course, please feel free to pick any piece you like, sir."

"Alright." The middle-aged swordsman looked at the pieces of cut cake wrapped in straw paper, not knowing what they looked like inside. He simply picked up a piece at random, peeled it open, and found that it was a kind of candy mixed with many dried fruits, about the size of a dumpling. Apart from its nice color and fragrant smell, it didn't seem to have anything special about it.

The middle-aged knife-wielder stuffed the sliced ​​cake into his mouth and chewed it a few times.

"Well--"

"Ding! Conquered the high-class white-clad diners..."

He's just a minor character, not worth mentioning.

"Ughh ...

The middle-aged swordsman struck a bodybuilder's pose, exuding an aura of hormones that made the maids hiding behind the door blush.

This person... is so shameless.

Ling Chi chuckled: "Sir, I wasn't lying, was I?"

The middle-aged swordsman flexed his pectoral muscles and grinned swaggeringly: "Young man, you're absolutely right. After eating the cut cake, I'm indeed full of energy. I could kill a cow with one punch."

"..."

This guy's smile was too dazzling; Ling Chi couldn't quite handle it.

"Was that ten taels of silver worth it?"