"Burp—" Yu Wan'er leaned back in her chair and let out a satisfying burp, her small face filled with absolute contentment.
"I just can't get enough! I really can't get enough. How come I've eaten so much... yet I still don't feel full?"
Xiao An'an was a bit dumbfounded. There were over thirty dishes on the dining table, and she had eaten a significant portion of them all by herself.
One had to know that although Immortal Chef Hua had only prepared thirty dishes, the portion size of each dish was massive, easily enough to feed over a hundred people.
"Sister An'an, the dishes cooked by Immortal Chef Hua are extracted from the essence of immortal and divine herbs. Every single ingredient is meticulously selected. Immortal ingredients like these won't make you feel full; after consumption, they simply transform into medicinal energy to nourish your cultivation," Long Qianqiu explained.
In truth, immortal cultivators had long since achieved inedia, the state of not needing to eat. Any food they consumed would turn into pure origin energy, especially ingredients like immortal herbs... No matter how much they ate, they would never feel stuffed.
They could eat endlessly, unless the ingredients were simply too nourishing!
However, the girls all possessed immortal-level physiques, so there was absolutely no need to worry about over-nourishment.
Jiang Che nodded and cast a glance at Immortal Chef Hua beside him. This old man's culinary skills were truly impressive. His own so-called god-level cooking skills were nothing more than amateur tricks in front of this guy.
No wonder this Immortal Chef Hua held a much higher status in the Nine Heavens than some immortal alchemists. There were far too many beings who could refine immortal pills... but those who could create such peerless delicacies like Immortal Chef Hua were few and far between.
"Immortal Chef Hua, I really appreciate your culinary skills. Would you consider becoming my personal chef?"
Jiang Che spoke casually, but when these words fell into Immortal Chef Hua's ears, it was like a world-shaking tremor!!!
"Young... Young Master Jiang, is that really possible?" The old man's beard trembled wildly. Despite appearing as an aloof and rigid immortal chef to outsiders, and possessing the proud cultivation of a Three-Tribulation Immortal Lord, he had his own pride.
But his lifespan was running out. After living for over a hundred thousand years... his fear of death had only grown stronger!
The older one gets, the more they fear death!
As long as he followed Young Master Jiang, he absolutely wouldn't be allowed to perish and pass away.
"Of course, I can hire you as the special chef on my immortal boat. As for the salary... I grant you eternal life!"
Eternal life!
To an immortal, this was countless times more precious than any promised reward!
"Young Master Jiang! From now on, I, Hua Jiudao, am your exclusive chef, ready to follow your orders at any time!" Immortal Chef Hua was so excited that tears were about to fall from his eyes.
At this moment, he was incredibly grateful to the object of his youthful affection.
Originally, he had planned to walk the Great Dao of Alchemy. But in his youth... he met a stunningly beautiful woman and fell in love. At that time, his talent in alchemy was extremely high, but that green tea bitch, in order to let another man defeat him and win the championship at the alchemy convention, lied to him. She told him she liked chefs and disliked alchemists, even persuading him to abandon alchemy and switch to the culinary arts.
And so, he believed her words...
Thinking about it now, that green tea bitch seemed to have passed away over a hundred thousand years ago.
His youthful capriciousness had ultimately become a stepping stone on his path to immortality!
"Here, I see your lifespan is about to dry up. Take this bottle of lifespan-extending pills. From now on, you're solely responsible for all the meals on the immortal boat!" Jiang Che tossed over a small jade bottle.
"Right away, Young Master Jiang!" Immortal Chef Hua knelt down without hesitation.
He took the jade bottle, and when his divine sense peered inside, he was almost scared out of his wits. It was a full bottle of supreme-grade lifespan-extending pills, and every single one could increase a person's lifespan by ten thousand years!
"Young Master Jiang's great kindness and virtue, this old man has no way to repay..."
However, Jiang Che just waved his hand. He had zero interest in the old man's flattery.
There were quite a few people on his immortal boat. Besides himself and the girls around him, there were also hundreds, if not thousands, of pretty young maids, as well as the girls' families... They all lived inside Jiang Che's immortal boat.
The interior of the Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat even nurtured a great world. Before leaving the mortal realm, Jiang Che had practically moved the entire native Blue Planet into his immortal boat, leaving only an empty shell of a world for the mortal realm's Heavenly Dao.
Therefore, Immortal Chef Hua had to cook for at least several thousand people every day.
Of course, for a Three-Tribulation Immortal Lord like him, splitting into hundreds of avatars was a piece of cake.
"Oh, right! Young Master Jiang, this old man has a matter to report to you!" Immortal Chef Hua looked up, his eyes filled with devotion as he gazed at Jiang Che.
"Oh? What is it?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
"This old man has an old friend who has been single for over a hundred thousand years and has never married. She is one of the Grand Elders of the Heavenly Dao Palace, at the Five-Tribulation Immortal Venerable realm... She achieved the Venerable status through the Dao of the Sword and is known as Sword Venerable Qinglian!"
The old man's smile was flattering and somewhat sleazy as he leaned in closer to Jiang Che.
"Oh? Is that true?" Jiang Che cast a sideways glance at Immortal Chef Hua. This old man certainly understood the ways of the world.
"Young Master Jiang, Sword Venerable Qinglian was once a close friend of this old man. We've known each other for over a hundred thousand years. She was one of the most stunning and extraordinary women a hundred thousand years ago. Her beauty is peerless, and her personality is incredibly free-spirited..."
The old man described her vividly, unable to hide the admiration in his words. Although Hua Jiudao and Li Qinghuan seemed like enemies now, how could he not have had a bit of a crush on her in their youth?
After all, back in the day, almost 99% of the male sword cultivators in the Nine Heavens admired her.
"Li Qinghuan has been extremely free-spirited her whole life and has long since looked past life and death. Young Master, if you wish to take her in... relying on lifespan-extending pills will be impossible. But she has two fatal weaknesses!"
"First, she loves wine as much as her own life. I believe that with your methods, Young Master... getting some peerless fine wine shouldn't be a big problem." Immortal Chef Hua spoke with assurance, already acting like Jiang Che's trusted advisor.
"Second, she absolutely loves reciting poetry and making couplets! This second point is even more important than the first. Moreover, Li Qinghuan has absolutely zero talent in literature... The poems she writes... even a five-year-old child could do better..."
"As long as you grasp these two points, I guarantee you can win her over."
But as he spoke, Immortal Chef Hua began to feel that something was off. Jiang Che's girls were all staring at him with malicious intent in their eyes.
Oh no! I'm doomed. The young mistresses must be getting jealous.
Panic instantly set in the old man's heart!
At this moment, he felt as if he were being roasted over an open fire. Having lived for countless ages... he once again experienced the feeling of being drenched in cold sweat.
"Young... Young Master Jiang, dear madams, I understand Sword Venerable Qinglian's personality too well. She has no desires, doesn't compete with the world, and has no interest in men..."
"Heh—" Ye Mengyao sneered. "The last woman who said she had no interest in men is now clinging to him every single day..."
That's right, I'm talking about myself!
They had seen too many cases like this around Jiang Che. Those aloof and unreachable fairy maidens all ended up showing a massive contrast in their behavior!
All those so-called aloof goddesses aren't actually cold to everyone; they might just be cold to you.
In front of the right person, they are more passionate than anyone else.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
