Pursued by the Heavenly Dao, first level up in the courtyard.

Zhang Cuihua carried the stick to the backyard.

"Second Aunt, look at my eldest grandson! He's destined for great things!"

Chen Rong praised, "Your sorghum stalks are growing so well."

Zhang Cuihua smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits, patted the stick in her arms, and looked extremely smug.

"Auntie, look at my precious grandson Bang Geng, he's so well-behaved."

Tan Guilan felt uneasy. She and Yi Zhonghai had been married for over ten years but still had no children. Every time she saw other people's children, she felt extremely envious.

After chatting with Aunt Chen Rong and Aunt Tan Guilan for a while, Zhang Cuihua carried the stick to the front yard.

"Auntie, my son Banggeng is the same age as your Yan Jiedi, and they're a boy and a girl, how about we get engaged?"

"Your Jia family is a prestigious and powerful family; our Yan family is not worthy of your status."

"What do you mean by 'high-class family'? Our Jia family is a working-class family, while your Yan family is a small business owner."

Zhang Cuihua's words were like knives, and Yang Ruihua was both angry and furious. She ignored her and went back inside to close the door.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

He Yuzhu was cleaning the cafeteria when Tang Ze, the cafeteria director, rushed over.

"Zhu Zi, something's happened! Master Zhang has taken leave. The factory's clients are eating in the canteen, so you need to get to the stove right away!"

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, and almost dropped the rag in his hand. He originally wanted to say that he was about to get off work, but he swallowed the words back. The factory needed to entertain guests, and this was his chance!

If Master Zhang were still at the factory, even if he had to entertain clients, it wouldn't be his turn as an apprentice.

Having worked in the steel mill canteen for almost two years, He Yuzhu had long wanted to keep his skills to himself and advance from canteen apprentice to cook ahead of schedule.

A canteen apprentice earns only 180,000 yuan a month, while even a level 10 cook earns more than 270,000 yuan a month.

He Yuzhu, quick-witted, said, "Director Tang, I usually just work as an assistant and have never entertained clients on my own."

Tang Ze said helplessly, "There's no time to waste. Just focus on cooking, and I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

He Yuzhu responded loudly, "Director Tang, don't worry, I will definitely cook the dishes well."

Tang Ze instructed people to prepare the ingredients, and He Yuzhu began to get busy.

Tang Ze instructed, "Zhu Zi, the client is from Sichuan. Make a few Sichuan dishes."

He Yuzhu nodded: "Understood, Director Tang, I'll remember."

He Yuzhu, a skilled cook, expertly prepared several Sichuan dishes.

Tang Ze couldn't help but praise, "He Yuzhu, your cooking skills are truly amazing. Just the aroma of this braised pork and twice-cooked pork is making my mouth water. It's even better than many chefs in other restaurants."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Director Tang, my family has been chefs for three generations. I started learning to cook when I was eight years old."

"You two, serve the food. He Yuzhu, you'll have to stay a little longer. If there's not enough food, we'll have to make one or two more."

"Okay, I'll stay in the cafeteria and leave after the customer leaves."

"If the client is satisfied, I'll write an application to get you promoted to a permanent position ahead of schedule."

"Thank you, Director Tang."

Five customers walked into the small canteen. One of them smelled the aroma, looked at the dishes on the table, and exclaimed, "Secretary Zhang, your canteen's chef can actually cook Sichuan cuisine? Looks like I'm in for a treat today."

Zhang Qingquan laughed and said, "The Sichuan cuisine in our northern city is a bit lacking compared to that in Sichuan province. Shall we make do with this?"

Everyone chatted and laughed while drinking and eating. The Sichuan dishes that He Yuzhu made were all delicious and visually appealing.

He Yuzhu learned his Sichuan cuisine skills from Tian Fusheng of Fengzeyuan.

The Sichuan cuisine in the northern part of the city has a certain degree of localization and differs somewhat from the Sichuan cuisine in the Chuanzhou area.

After the banquet ended and the clients left, Zhang Qingquan praised Tang Ze a few times.

Tang Ze arrived at the cafeteria with a broad smile and said, "He Yuzhu, the food is quite good. I'll write an application to upgrade you and give you a raise. You can go home now."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu was overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, Director Tang."

The following morning, Tang Ze wrote an application for He Yuzhu's promotion and salary increase, and then went to see Zhang Qingquan.

When Zhang Qingquan saw Tang Ze enter, he smiled and asked, "Director Tang, what brings you here so early?"

Tang Ze quickly handed over the application and said, "Secretary Zhang, this is the application for He Yuzhu's promotion and salary increase. Please take a look."

Zhang Qingquan glanced at it and said with a smile, "I've approved it. Go to the Labor and Personnel Department."

After completing the formalities at the labor and personnel department, Tang Ze went to the canteen, found He Yuzhu, and said, "He Yuzhu, from now on, you are a level 10 cook. Chef Zhang has resigned from the factory, and you will be the head chef of the canteen!"

He Yuzhu asked incredulously, his surprise and delight mixed with disbelief, "Director Tang, I'm going to be the head chef of the cafeteria?"

He Yuzhu, whose family has inherited his culinary skills, studied at Fengzeyuan for more than two years and has become extremely skilled in cooking.

He Yuzhu, who was already a good cook, had long since mastered cooking large-pot dishes after working at the steel rolling mill for two years.

Chef Zhang, the head chef of the cafeteria, resigned and went home. He Yuzhu was capable of replacing him, so Tang Ze was too lazy to look for someone else.

Jia Dongxu returned to the workshop, walked to Yi Zhonghai's side, and whispered, "Master, I heard from people in the factory that Sha Zhu has been promoted to a tenth-level cook and has become the head chef of the canteen."

Upon hearing that Sha Zhu had become a level 10 cook, Yi Zhonghai asked in surprise and doubt, "Wasn't the worker level exam over a long time ago? Zhu didn't even take the exam, how did he become a level 10 cook?"

"Master, there was a dinner party at the factory last night. The head chef, Chef Zhang, was on leave and wasn't at the factory. The canteen manager couldn't find him, so he asked Sha Zhu to cook. Several customers praised Sha Zhu's cooking."

"It's good that Zhu Zi becomes a level 10 cook. He earns over 200,000 a month, which will make his and Yu Shui's lives a bit easier."

Jia Dongxu did the math and felt jealous of He Yuzhu.

Jia Dongxu is a first-class fitter with a monthly salary of 310,000 yuan. His family has four members, so the average monthly salary per person is less than 80,000 yuan.

He Yuzhu became a level 10 cook, earning a monthly salary of 275,000 yuan. He and He Yushui were the only family members, so the average salary per person was nearly 140,000 yuan.

Some neighbors resent those who have things and laugh at those who don't.

He Yuzhu, who used to collect scraps, now lives in better conditions than Jia Dongxu, which makes Jia Dongxu feel resentful.

Xuanhuang World, Xuanhuang Manor, Martial Arts Arena.

The Qi soldiers, wearing heavy gold armor weighing three thousand kilograms, ran breathlessly.

The Golden Weighted Suit was created by him using alloys and gold as raw materials and employing synthesis skills.

Pure gold is too soft, so a weighted garment made entirely of gold would easily deform.

The outer shell is made of high-strength alloy and filled with gold, giving it both strength and weight.

The potential of an eleventh-level human is ten times that of a first-level human.

The higher the potential, the easier it is to monetize that potential, and the more that can be realized.

Most ordinary people have a maximum strength potential of 1,000 kilograms, but the actual strength they can realize rarely reaches 200 kilograms.

Qi Bing's potential is eleven times that of a first-level human. With his martial arts cultivation reaching the Gang Jin realm, his maximum strength is as high as nine thousand kilograms. Training with a load of three thousand kilograms is a choice he made after careful consideration.

The training ground was empty, with no other sounds except for his heavy breathing and footsteps.

As the Qi soldiers' footsteps rose and fell, a muffled sound rang out, and with each breath, their inner energy continuously tempered their muscles, bones, flesh, and cells.

Thinking of the Heavenly Dao that shook the primordial world, Qi Bing felt both fear and pride.

The joy of struggling with Heaven is endless, the joy of struggling with Earth is endless, and the joy of struggling with oneself is endless.

The Heavenly Dao suppressed the emergence of humanity and the creation of the earthly realm, thus limiting the growth of the primordial world and causing the power of the Heavenly Dao to stagnate.

Each time a human's level increases, not only will their potential double, but they will also be able to grab a ball of light from the Human Dao Xuanhuang Tower. If this continues, the gap in strength between them and the Heavenly Dao will definitely shrink.

Even though the daily decrease is almost negligible, over time the amount becomes quite considerable.

Qi Bing's idea was simple: he would not go to the prehistoric world until he became a Chaos Limitless Golden Immortal (at the same level as the Heavenly Dao).