Chen Ping's Sword

"Chef Han, you go ahead, make sure Fairy Fang and Miss Xiaoyu are well accommodated. As for what I promised, you can handle it tomorrow. Just find Mr. Yuantu to draft a petition."

Chen Ping casually waved his hand, instructing Chef Han Yu, who could create radiant dishes.

Meanwhile, Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu followed behind, trying hard not to laugh, occasionally swallowing hard.

Are these fairies?

Chen Ping felt he couldn't bear to look.

Thinking to himself, "If anyone outside asks, I'll say I don't know them."

"Long live Your Highness, take care, Your Highness."

Han Yu was trembling with excitement; if it weren't for the mess of chicken and goose blood all over, he might have knelt to the ground, thanking his master for his generosity.

"Master Han, Master Han..."

Once Chen Ping had walked away, Fang Qingzhu noticed Chef Han Yu still trembling, his face flushed as if about to have a seizure, making her worry.

Could they still enjoy the radiant Eight Treasures? If this old man dies from excitement, things would go very wrong.

"No worries, I'm perfectly fine, never felt better."

Han Yu heavily patted his chest, making a loud thud.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The kitchen's stench seemed like an indescribable fragrance to him as he savored it, his eyes slightly moist, "How many years has it been, how many years, alas, I've finally become an official."

"What the heck?"

Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu blinked their eyes.

This old guy was so excited he nearly died.

Turns out it's because he's becoming an official.

Right, earlier Chen Ping had said after cooking this meal, he'd prepare documents with the Military Advisor and Sacrificial Officer, right?

So that's the story.

"With your skills, sir, are you becoming a Prime Minister?"

Fang Qingzhu considered she understood Han Yu's feelings.

People have different ambitions, nothing to be surprised about.

Like her, always dreaming of achieving Divine Martial, prolonging life to four hundred years, and enjoying the world's finest cuisines. If she one day reaches beyond the heavens, all the Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow, all the Jade Liquid Nectar...

No, better not think about it.

Fang Qingzhu wiped her drooling mouth gracefully with her sleeve, hiding her silly smile.

"Lower..."

Han Yu shook his head, mysteriously.

"Could it be Second Grade Minister?"

Fang Qingzhu guessed again.

"Lower still."

This time Han Yu, with dead fish eyes, looked at Fang Qingzhu, thinking she had the aura of a fairy but was naive as one. He really didn't feel like talking.

"Third Grade?"

"Fourth Grade?"

"Could it be Seventh-Grade Official?"

At this guess, Fang Qingzhu was shocked.

"About right. I will take the position of Eighth-Grade Imperial Chef, and if I do well, there's potential for promotion," Han Yu said reservedly.

"Only Eighth Grade, huh."

Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu sighed, both looked at Han Yu like he was a monster.

This position, lesser than a sesame official, sounded like it was conjured up on the spot. Why is he so happy?

"You know what? An Eighth-Grade Official Tier is pretty high. I oversee 513 registered chefs.

Beyond this door, thousands must greet me properly, calling me Sir...

With that perspective, do you still think the position is small?"

Han Yu had a face of misplaced superiority, choosing not to argue with them.

Now refusing their banter, he deftly prepared dishes, occasionally chuckling to himself.

His laughter made Fang Qingzhu and her companion shiver.

Thinking they must use silver needles to check for poison before eating.

This old man seemed quite off.

...

True to his word, Chen Ping later summoned Han Yu to prepare a meal for Fang Qingzhu and her companion as a reward.

To make a horse run, you must feed it well.

Chen Ping understood this principle.

Fang Qingzhu, unaware of her own value.

Especially for Chen Ping, lacking a powerful lineage, her presence was like a guiding light.

How to put it?

Without Fang Qingzhu, Chen Ping was merely a countryside Jianghu Person.

With Fang Qingzhu at his side, casually chatting, prying information now and then.

Chen Ping transformed, becoming an unofficial disciple of a force like the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest.

Secrets of cultivation, taboos, preferences and schemes of various masters, slowly pieced together from scattered words.

From Fang's unintended revelations, Chen Ping even learned Purple Bamboo Forest wasn't a native force but from Kyushu.

Additionally, Venerable Yuxiao wasn't without origins, suspected to be linked with Celestial Star Demon Sect, infiltrating Bingli Island, within the Great Li Dynasty, intent on compromising it.

And she mentioned something Chen Ping struggled to fathom, that within Fubo Island's Azure Dragon Hall, procreation doesn't require male-female union but an attunement to Heaven and Earth's Qi Mechanism, leading to self-laying eggs.

When saying this, Fang Qingzhu laughed maliciously.

Chen Ping almost lost control of his hands, tempted to hit her.

It's absolutely absurd.

However, despite Fang Qingzhu's wickedness, she provided a wealth of valuable information.

In some ways, she offered more intel than Ji Mingyue's extensive network...after all, Ji Mingyue's Celestial Heart Pavilion hadn't operated long, few infiltrated upper circles, and while her findings were detailed, they lacked stature.

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