Fan Lihua Is Born, and Then to Qingcheng Mountain

"We've got a decent-looking shop up ahead. Let's go!"

Wen Jing looked toward the restaurant ahead and discovered that it even sold fine wine—grape wine served in luminous cups. She couldn't help feeling curious.

"People in ancient times could actually make glass? How interesting." Old Mother Lishan followed her over.

When the two goddess-like figures entered the restaurant, they instantly drew everyone's attention. They were simply too stunning, and their auras were too imposing for ordinary people to dare approach them.

"A bunch of stinking men," Wen Jing muttered under her breath with a soft snort.

"Fellow Daoist Wen Jing, isn't it because you're too beautiful?" Old Mother Lishan teased.

"Hehe, aren't you praising yourself in a roundabout way?" Wen Jing retorted.

The moment the two entered, they naturally attracted everyone's attention. At the same time, an animated discussion was taking place upstairs in the restaurant.

"Have you heard? During this campaign against Heaven Mountain, a cook in the army appeared and beat the enemy forces into total disarray. It's simply unbelievable."

As the speaker talked, he poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, his face full of satisfaction.

"What exactly happened?"

"A while ago, a group of people enlisted in the army. For some reason, they were assigned to work as cooks. Later, when the main army was routed, who would have thought those cooks would launch an attack and actually defeat the enemy?"

"This... How could that be possible? Could a group of cooks really be gods descended to the mortal world?"

"Who knows? I heard there was one fellow who was incredibly fierce. He fought enemies on all sides by himself. He was extremely formidable."

The discussion about the great battle was vivid and lively. That a single cook could sweep across all directions was indeed