Ninefold_Sage

Lin Feng had one goal—fake his way through the Azure Sky Sect’s entrance exam, grab free snacks, and sneak out before anyone noticed.

Instead, he accidentally:

Blew up the elder's robe,

Summoned a demon king mid-sneeze,

Tamed a talking duck with attitude,

And got mistaken for a peerless cultivation genius.


Now he's being worshipped by disciples, feared by enemies, and forced into sect politics he doesn't understand—all while trying to nap, eat dumplings, and not get accidentally promoted again.

What could possibly go wrong?

Kitchen Cultivation: Gourmet Saga

It all began when Lin Feng opened his mouth.

At the Annual Cultivation Cuisine Showcase, dozens of sects and clans gathered to display their most legendary food-based techniques. There were enchanted stir-fries, spirit-enhancing dumplings, and a guy who turned into a roast pig to demonstrate self-sacrifice flavor theory.

Their leader, Grandmaster Gong Bao, strutted onto the stage with golden robes, fiery hair, and a wok so large it required three spirit beasts to carry it.

"We present," he announced dramatically, "our divine recipe: Eternal Dragon Ramen of Heaven's Nine Flames!"

Gasps echoed. The dish glowed, sparkled, and played a heavenly tune when served. Birds sang. Angels wept. A squirrel passed out from the aroma.

He poked it with chopsticks, took one bite… then casually said:

"Tastes like overpriced instant noodles."

Elder Mu Dan facepalmed. The duck dropped its tea.

Grandmaster Gong Bao's left eyebrow twitched. "What… did you say?"

Lin Feng shrugged. "I mean, good texture, but kinda fake. My porridge makes people ascend to noodle nirvana. Yours just made me want hot sauce."

The crowd screamed. Someone dropped their bamboo flute. A tea monk fainted.

"You dare insult our sacred ramen?! You dare provoke the Golden Wok Clan?!"

Lin Feng, oblivious to social norms and self-preservation, nodded. "Yep."

Later that day, an official scroll arrived, delivered by a flaming pigeon wearing a chef's hat.

> TO THE MISCREANT KNOWN AS LIN FENG, DESTROYER OF REFINED PALATES

The Golden Wok Clan hereby declares a Food War against the Azure Sky Sect.

Winner receives the title of Supreme Culinary Sect and 500-year-old dragon pepper.

Loser forfeits kitchen rights for a thousand years.

– Grandmaster Gong Bao, Owner of the Golden Wok of Nine Suns

"We are doomed! We have no chefs! No legendary food techniques! All we have is—"

Lin Feng waved. "Can I cook shirtless? It boosts my chili aura."

Training Montage (But Food Edition)

For the next three days, Lin Feng "trained" with intense devotion:

He boiled noodles in spiritual volcanoes.

He milked a thunder yak for lightning cream.

He angered a jellyfish to extract "rage flavor."

Senior Sister Bai Xue reluctantly helped, mostly by throwing cold water on him and screaming, "THAT'S NOT HOW YOU MAKE BROTH!"

Meanwhile, the Sect Leader, still traumatized from the porridge incident, offered advice while hiding behind a reinforced ladle shield.

Day 1: The Breakfast Battle Begins

Lin Feng stood tall, apron flapping in the wind, duck at his side like a war general.

Grandmaster Gong Bao smirked across the arena. "Ready to be fried, Lin Feng?"

"Only if it's crispy," Lin Feng replied.

Round One began: Make the most spiritually awakening breakfast in 30 minutes.

Golden Wok disciples conjured spirit-egg omelets, qi-infused toast, and harmony-enhancing herbal tea that sang softly when sipped.

And a porridge that whispered life advice.

Then he topped it with exploding honey, for dramatic flair.

"I JUST TRANSCENDED!" said another, glowing faintly.

"I want to call my grandma!" sobbed the last.

Lin Feng blinked. "Huh. Must be the honey."

Chapter 11: The Golden Wok Clan Declares Food War Because I Called Their Sacred Dish “Overpriced Instant Ramen”