From a country cook to a master chef

"Brother Han, the situation has now developed beyond the scope of what we rogue cultivators can do. Since the six righteous sects have been slow to act, there is no need for us to stay here any longer."

On the Tongtian Tower in Yucheng, Wuyanzi sat facing Han Wenqiao, playing chess. He said in a cold voice, "I think this heavy snow was mostly the work of those insidious and vicious sorcerers from Zhanbo Kingdom. The enemy has come to our door, but all the high-level cultivators and martial arts experts of Dawu are pretending to be deaf and dumb and turning a blind eye."

Wu Yanzi's angry voice echoed in the Tower of Babel, while Han Wenqiao remained calm, his gaze fixed on the chessboard in front of him.

Suddenly, a divine move flashed into his mind. With a flick of his index finger, the white piece fell, and the black piece was defeated.

"Brother Dao, you've lost again!"

"You...you bastard, what time is it? What's wrong with letting me win one game?"

Wu Yanzi flicked his sleeve, put away the chessboard, and glared at his friend who always won.

In their spare time, both of them enjoyed playing chess. They had known each other for many years, but one of them always lost, while the other could never lose even if he wanted to.

Han Wenqiao smiled slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the entire tea set flew out and was neatly placed on the stone table. "Brother, don't be angry. Have a cup of tea first. This is a hundred-year-old spiritual tea that I obtained by chance during my last training trip. It will be of great benefit to both of our cultivation."

As the aroma of tea filled the air, Wu Yanzi took a sniff and his eyes lit up. "You're thoughtful. Next time, you'll definitely let me have my way."

Han Wenqiao laughed and said it was definitely true. Then, after thinking for a moment, he said with envy, "I never expected that Senior Jin Guang would give all his magical power to you, Brother Dao, when he was about to pass away, to help you successfully establish your foundation. Although Senior Jin Guang is gone, it is truly a joyous occasion for you to advance to the Foundation Establishment stage. I am so envious of you."

Wu Yanzi sighed and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Foundation Establishment is not that simple. Even with my master's magical power as a gift, I have only just reached the threshold of Foundation Establishment. To truly establish my foundation, I must refine all of my master's magical power."

"No wonder your aura fluctuated so much, fellow Daoist; it turns out you haven't finished refining Senior Golden Light's magical power yet!"

"My master possesses profound magical power, and I am of dull aptitude; how could I possibly refine it so easily?"

Wu Yanzi waved his hand and mocked himself, then slowly walked to the edge of the tower, looking down at the white mist that enveloped the entire Yu City. He patted the storage bag at his waist, and a flash of light appeared, instantly transforming into a wooden bird flying artifact.

The two leaped onto the back of the flying bird artifact and, without lingering for a moment, cast a spell to fly away into the distance.

Looking at Yucheng shrouded in mist and snow, Han Wenqiao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Since Yucheng has fallen, why don't we bring Brother Lin Jue along? My family has many members who practice martial arts, and there are still unmarried women in the clan. If Lin Jue is willing, he can join my Han family in Qingzhou."

"Brother Han is too kind. Brother Lin is no ordinary person. I let that arrogant man enter the Patrol Division first, hoping that Brother Lin could use this opportunity to join smoothly and escape the Gao family's scheme. I never expected... Brother Lin is blessed by his ancestors. The Gao family incident last time is the best proof."

Wu Yanzi smiled slightly and said softly, "Oh right, I forgot to tell you, Brother Lin left Yucheng early this morning and headed north. Although he cannot cultivate, I believe that he will shine brightly on the path of martial arts."

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"This junior is Gao Yao, a disciple of the Yanxia Sect of the Great Wu Kingdom. I beg you, senior, to show mercy and let me leave."

In the woods, Lin Jue answered the questions of the Zhanbo Kingdom wizard who was chasing after him as he ran.

The aura emanating from this person is far stronger than that of Han Wenqiao and Wuyanzi, making it highly likely that he is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lin Jue invoked the prestige of the Yanxia Sect, hoping that the other party would be wary and, ideally, abandon their pursuit of him.

As the black mist drew closer, the wizard from Zhanbo Kingdom revealed himself, standing within the mist, his voice icy cold: "If you were not a disciple of the Yanxia Sect, I might consider sparing your life, but unfortunately, the people I hate most in my life are those from the Yanxia Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wizard of Zhanbo Kingdom gently raised his right hand, and a wisp of black energy floated out from his palm, which then transformed into a large black hand and reached down to grab Lin Jue, who was fleeing below.

Seeing that the black hand was about to grab him, Lin Jue became anxious and unwilling to sit and wait for death. After throwing Yuan Rou to "Grow Fast" to carry him away, he hardened his heart, turned around and used all his strength to swing the tiger-head knife at the black hand.

The moment the blade collided with that large hand, it felt as if it had struck a solid rock, and the blade shattered instantly.

Click~

The tiger-headed saber broke in two, its blade splitting into several pieces.

Lin Jue was unwilling to give up. He threw away the hilt of the tiger-head saber and took out the dragon-patterned awl from his storage bag, slapping it at the large hand.

The Zhanbo Kingdom wizard in the black mist couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Young man, didn't the Yanxia Sect reward you with any decent magical artifacts? You even brought out a mortal's cooking pot."

The Zhanbo Kingdom wizard was about to continue speaking when his expression suddenly turned serious, and he stared intently at the pot in Lin Jue's hand.

Just now, he witnessed a junior below shatter his dark hand, which he had condensed with magical power, with a single blow.

What's most infuriating is that the iron pot was able to absorb all the black mist formed from his magic power.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Lin Jue dashed toward the post station that appeared not far away.

The Zhanbo Kingdom wizard, regaining his senses, turned grim and commanded the black mist around him to transform into a giant poisonous scorpion. He then swung his tail and launched poisonous stingers at Lin Jue.

At this moment, Lin Jue had already run into the post station and hidden himself. Just as the sky was shooting towards the post station, a banner-shaped defensive magic artifact rose into the air from the post station. Powerful spiritual energy quickly supported a huge protective shield, blocking all the poison needles.

Immediately afterwards, a young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe stepped out of the post station. He pointed his sword, and two flying swords immediately flew out from his body. Looking at the Zhanbo Kingdom wizard in the sky, he said in an unfriendly tone, "Fellow Daoist, please wait. If you take another step forward, don't blame my flying swords for being merciless."

Upon seeing a cultivator from the Great Wu Kingdom suddenly appear, the Zhanbo Kingdom wizard hurriedly stopped in his tracks, inwardly sighing, "Damn it, my Wushan army hasn't even set off yet. It's not worth starting a war with the six righteous sects for the sake of a mere mortal."

Thinking this through, the shaman, covered in long black and white banners, snorted coldly in resentment, stopped attacking, and turned to head towards Yu City, carrying a large amount of black mist.

Seeing this, the man in the blue robe in front of the post station breathed a sigh of relief, retrieved his flying sword, and turned to look at the young man inside the post station: "Judging from your lack of spiritual roots, you can't possibly be a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect. However, to escape this place while being chased by that person, you do have some skill. What's your name?"

Unsure of the person's identity and fearing he might be a cultivator from the Yanxia Sect, Lin Jue immediately stepped out of the post station, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "This junior is Lin Jue, from Yucheng. May I ask if you are a venerable immortal from the Yanxia Sect?"

"Xu Ping'an, a cultivator from the Hengyue Sect."

After saying that, the man pointed to the north and said, "You are just an ordinary person with a low level of martial arts. Staying here won't be of any help. Continue north along this road, and your life will be safe."

"Senior, have you seen a gray wolf, along with a male and a female wolf?"

"The wolf smelled my scent, so it didn't stop at the post station and carried the woman north with the man."

"Thank you so much, senior!"

Lin Jue nodded, bowed to Xu Ping'an, and dared not stay there any longer. After adjusting himself slightly, he chased after Xu Ping'an along the road to the north.