My Informative Cultivation Life

"You'd better leave now! Oh, and the old hen soup you brought can stay, we're willing to pay triple the silver taels to buy it from you."

The two guards said this, then turned their gaze to the girl with the sullen expression.

"Tsk! Don't be too upset, everyone has their own fortune. It's not your fault you don't have a Spiritual Root. Even if you can't become a Spirit Chef, being a Culinary God in the mortal world is also good. Why obsess over it?" one guard said softly.

"But, I really want to cook! If I can't get access to high-quality ingredients, I won't be able to make the dishes from the 'Culinary God's Manual', and I can't become the Culinary God and restore my ancestors' glory!" the girl pouted.

"What Culinary God's Manual? Show us!" a guard demanded.

"Here it is!" The girl took out an antiquated-looking book from her sleeve, which was just an ordinary mortal tome.

However, when the guard opened it, he found that the contents recorded within were anything but ordinary.

"On the eighteen methods of cooking dragon liver, the twenty-nine methods for the Myriad Black Tortoise, the twelve ways of roasting phoenix wings, the thirty-nine methods for Sea Spirit God Fish heads, the seventy-two methods for the Rainbow Swallowing Python, the thirty-nine ways to eat the God Race, the thirty-nine ways to eat the Holy Race, the thirty-eight ways to eat the Immortal Clan..."

The content gradually became more serious, and as the two guards read, a chill ran down their spines and their voices grew weaker. Finally, they clamped their mouths shut.

The guards hastily pulled the girl aside and sternly advised, "Good heavens, you mustn't let anyone see this book! The recipes include eating the Dragon Race, Sea Race, and even the God Race, Holy Race, and Immortal Clan—super powerful clans, all of them! If they saw these elaborate methods of boiling, stewing, frying, roasting... what then? Your little life would be in jeopardy."

"You go back and burn this book, or it will bring disaster upon you!"

"I can't burn it, I can't burn it, this is the Culinary God's Manual passed down in my family, it can't be burned!" The girl snatched the book back and carefully put it away, then timidly retorted, "I've heard others say that your Xianlai Restaurant also cooks these ingredients, so why are you fine?"

"Hey, our Xianlai Restaurant isn't just any ordinary power. Even if we cooked a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, no one would dare to interfere! But it's different for you. Alone and powerless, someone could blow you away with a puff of breath.

None of your ancestors had a Spiritual Root, and I don't know where they heard about these secrets of the Cultivation world, thinking about eating dragon liver and phoenix gall—that's wild dreaming!" a guard laughed.

"Don't say we didn't warn you, it's best you don't show this book to anyone else, to avoid bringing disaster upon yourself! Alright, alright, leave the chicken soup and go on home!" the guard waved his hand.

"So, you really won't give me a chance?" the girl mumbled with a downcast face.

"We..." Just as the two guards were about to speak, the space in front of them twisted and churned suddenly, and an old man appeared out of nowhere. He smiled at the girl and said, "Young lady, my master invites you. Would you be willing to accompany this old man for a visit upstairs?"

"Greetings, senior!" The two guards stiffened and bowed immediately.

"They call you senior, you must be very impressive, huh?" the girl asked with her bright, animated eyes.

"Well, there's a bit of truth to that!" Lang Canghai replied with a smile.

"Then can you get me high-quality ingredients? I could cook for you for free. I just hope you can bring me different high-quality ingredients every day!" The girl's eyes shone with hope as she spoke.

"If you truly have the skill, then it is possible!" Lang Canghai nodded.

"Okay then, I'm willing to go up with you!" The girl's face showed innocent joy.

"Then I will take you up!" With a wave of his hand, Lang Canghai wrapped the girl in a stream of light. They pierced through space, disappearing from the spot and in the blink of an eye arrived at Xianlai Restaurant's 'A' chamber.

"Master, I have brought the girl!" Lang Canghai smiled.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Yang Ji asked with a smile.

"I'm Shi Linger!" The girl looked curiously at Yang Ji.

"Shi Linger?" Yang Ji nodded and smiled, "You say you're a good cook? Then tell me, what can you make from them?"

With a gesture, he conjured up the phantom images of Bai Xiang, Great Peng, Qing Shi, and other ancient demons.

"That's Bai Xiang, his legs are the toughest, they're delicious when stewed. The essence of the Great Peng lies in its wings; they're best when roasted. Qing Shi would be perfect for making braised lion's head meatballs. These three must be ancient demons, right?

My Culinary God's Manual has records of them, and illustrations too!" Shi Linger laughed, showing no fear as she commented on these mighty demons, her excitement evident.

If Bai Xiang, Great Peng, Qing Shi, and other demons were here, who knows what they would think!

"Heh, you're making my mouth water, who would have thought that these three could produce such delectable dishes?" Buddha Child's eyes sparkled mischievously.

"So, what do you think about him, what kind of dish could he make?" Yang Ji cast a spell with a flick, and immediately Buddha Child revealed his true form, turning into a mushroom.

"Who would have thought he was a mushroom? That must be the 'Yin Spirit Mushroom' recorded in the divine cookbook; I recognize it. It's best to stew him with 'Sunflame Chicken' that has hot blood coursing through its veins.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, now that's delicious." Shi Linger's eyes gleamed, her gaze filled with nothing but the ingredients, oblivious to Buddha Child's increasingly green complexion.