From a country cook to a master chef

Jingu was originally located within the territory of Dawu Lanzhou. It was a flat valley formed after a large lake dried up, stretching for dozens of miles.

It was here that Emperor Wu besieged and killed the elite Tiger Cavalry of the Yu Kingdom, laying the foundation for unifying the world.

A hundred miles to the west of Jingu Plain lies a small town in a prefecture, named Feilu City.

At this moment, on a mountain road about ten miles from Feilu City, a man and a woman were being chased and killed.

The man was dressed in a blue robe and looked to be under thirty years old.

He was covered in wounds, with a bloody gash left in his shoulder after being pierced by a sword aura.

The woman, carrying a medicine basket, looked terrified.

She and the man were complete strangers. The man who was chasing her saw that she had kindly bandaged his wound, so he wanted to kill her as well. It was utterly despicable.

With her low cultivation level, she had no choice but to join forces with the man to fight against the young Taoist who was chasing after her in order to protect herself.

"Fellow Daoist Wuyanzi, things have already come to this point, are you still not going to reveal your true appearance?"

The young Taoist pointed his finger, and a square magical artifact instantly transformed into a high wall, blocking the fleeing man and woman. He stood on the wall with a smile, staring intently at the man in the green robe below.

Upon hearing this, the man snorted coldly and immediately began coughing up blood. His appearance underwent a dramatic change, revealing his original form.

"Brother Han, we've been friends for nearly ten years. Isn't such a bond enough to save my life?"

As the man spoke, he clutched his chest and coughed up blood repeatedly, his face deathly pale.

The young Taoist sat atop a high wall-mounted magical artifact, his eyes lightly closed, and sneered, "If you, fellow Taoist, were willing to transfer the cultivation of the Golden Light Immortal within you to me, I wouldn't have been so wicked as to attack you, and things wouldn't have escalated to this point."

Knowing that the young Taoist wouldn't give up easily, Wu Yanzi took a deep breath, glanced at the female cultivator beside him, and suddenly sighed, "In that case, I can grant your request, but you must first promise me that you won't make things difficult for this fairy afterwards."

"I never expected that the once powerful Wu Yanzi would plead for a female cultivator he has no connection with today. Fine, I, Han, can grant your request, but I hope you won't try anything funny with me."

"Don't worry, I, Wuyanzi, always keep my word. Let her leave first, and then I will transfer my master's magical power to you."

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist smiled slightly and gestured for the female cultivator to leave.

The latter glanced at Wuyanzi, sighed deeply, and then turned and fled.

Seeing this, Wu Yanzi, covered in blood, slowly sat down against a large tree and said calmly, "Brother Han, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

"I can't remember, and there's no need to remember."

Han Wenqiao sneered, "If you want to buy time to recover your cultivation and fight me to the death, then don't bother."

You have been poisoned by my carefully cultivated Soul-Devouring Powder. Any fluctuation of your magical power will only exacerbate the spread of the poison, ultimately leading to your death from the Soul-Devouring Powder.

After speaking, Han Wenqiao leaped down from the wall-shaped magical artifact, and with a wave of his hand, it immediately transformed into a palm-sized exquisite magical artifact that fell into his storage bag.

Seeing the dying Wuyanzi, he didn't say a word of nonsense. He directly summoned a bell-shaped magic artifact, uttered a spell towards it, and saw thousands of spiritual patterns on the bell-shaped magic artifact light up one after another.

"The Spirit Transformation Bell! I never expected Brother Han to have found such a top-grade magic weapon. It would be worth it if I died at Brother Han's hands today."

Brother Han, you can do it now!

When Wu Yanzi saw Han Wenqiao take out the top-grade magic artifact, the Spirit Transformation Bell, a look of despair immediately appeared on his face.

With this bell, even if he could withstand the pain of being devoured by ten thousand insects, he would have no chance to resist Han Wenqiao, because this Spirit Transformation Bell could absorb all his magical power and slowly transform it to nourish the bell's owner.

Facing this fellow cultivator who had once called him brother, Han Wenqiao did not hesitate to use the Spirit Transformation Bell in his hand.

With the infusion of magical power, the bell instantly grew to be several feet wide and ten feet tall, covering Wuyanzi, whose face was filled with despair.

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On the other side, the female cultivator who was released by Han Wenqiao fled for her life and unexpectedly bumped into Lin Jue, who was on his way to Jin Valley Plain.

Seeing his panicked and disorganized manner, Lin Jue was puzzled, but adhering to the principle of avoiding trouble, he didn't pay much attention to him. After saying that he was alright, he decisively stepped aside.

Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly felt dizzy and fell into Lin Jue's arms.

A small, exquisite token fell out of his body at that moment.

Lin Jue picked it up and looked at it, feeling utterly confused.

Why did Fellow Daoist Wuyanzi's identity token appear on her?

Moreover, there was blood on the token. Could it be that something happened to Wuyanzi?

Recalling the scenes of his acquaintance with Wu Yanzi, Lin Jue fell into deep thought, unaware that the woman in his arms had already woken up.

Seeing Lin Jue staring blankly at Wu Yanzi's token, the woman immediately guessed that he must know Wu Yanzi. So, with nothing to lose, she told him everything that had happened.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jue was slightly taken aback, finding it hard to believe that Han Wenqiao had orchestrated this whole thing.

After some thought, Lin Jue decided to save Wu Yanzi. After all, they were good friends who had gone through thick and thin together, and he couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

As for Han Wenqiao, he was merely an acquaintance of him. The other party was only a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and with his current strength at the peak of the Divine Power Realm, dealing with him was more than enough.

Led by the woman, Lin Jue quickly found Han Wenqiao, who was refining Wuyanzi's cultivation.

A giant bell stood before Han Wenqiao, its body radiating white light, which transformed into strands of pure magical power that flowed into his body along his facial features.

It's obvious that Wuyanzi is trapped inside the bell-shaped magical artifact.

Han Wenqiao was busy refining Wuyanzi when he saw someone arrive. After recognizing Lin Jue, he immediately smiled nonchalantly and said, "Oh, it's Brother Lin. Please wait a moment, Brother Lin."

Upon hearing Han Wenqiao's words, Lin Jue was secretly surprised. At this moment, he could still remain so calm; he was truly a remarkable person.

After a moment's thought, Lin Jue immediately clasped his hands in greeting to Han Wenqiao and said, "I, Lin, have heard from this young lady that Fellow Daoist Wuyanzi is also here, so I came here to have a chat. Why don't you invite Fellow Daoist Wuyanzi to show up and have a chat with me as well?"

It's been over two years since the three of us parted ways in Yucheng. I, Lin, miss him dearly.

Han Wenqiao remained silent for a while, then suddenly stared coldly at the female cultivator behind Lin Jue, his face filled with murderous intent.

Now all his magical power is connected to the Spirit Transformation Bell, forming a single entity that cannot be easily separated, otherwise all his previous efforts will be in vain.

Even the unrefined magical power within Wuyanzi's body will slowly dissipate.

He has been waiting for this day for two years.

"Damn it, if the Spirit Transformation Bell wasn't only effective on living beings, I wouldn't be here refining Wuyanzi's magical power."

Han Wenqiao felt secretly distressed. It was only because Wu Yanzi had been poisoned by the Ten Thousand Insects Soul-Devouring Powder he had prepared that he had the opportunity to deal with his friend.

However, because of the Soul-Devouring Powder of Ten Thousand Insects, Wu Yanzi was nearing the end of his life. In order not to affect the effect of the Spirit Transformation Bell, he had no choice but to refine the other party on the spot.

Unexpectedly, before the refining process was even complete, the female cultivator he had released brought back a martial artist who could threaten him, which greatly angered and filled Han Wenqiao with regret.

However, all he could do right now was try his best to delay the opponent and buy time to refine the magic power.

"Brother Lin wishes to see Daoist Wuyanzi, of course he can. Hmm, I didn't expect that after two years, Brother Lin has already become a peak Divine Power Realm martial artist. Brother Lin's strength has advanced so quickly, do you have some unique method?"

Ignoring Han Wenqiao's question, Lin Jue slowly approached him, staring at the enormous bell-shaped magical artifact and leisurely smiling:

"Alright, I won't waste any more words with Brother Han. I've come here for only one purpose."

"Please, Brother Han, release Fellow Daoist Wuyanzi."