Upgrade, Chang'e, and the Invisibility Talisman

The moment Qin Fen left and the red packets appeared, the group erupted. The immortals were tight-lipped about Chef Qin's identity. They had no idea how to define him, and unlike Zhen Yuanzi, they didn't dare make wild guesses. One thing was clear: the Grandmaster was close to the Heavenly Dao. How close? No one could say.

Chef Qin, a mere mortal who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, had no idea that another casual act of his had left this bunch of Heavenly Court elites thoroughly convinced.

In their minds, he had gone from a mysterious, supremely powerful Grandmaster to someone who might have a connection to the Heavenly Dao itself.

Was he impressive? Was he incredible? It didn't matter what anyone else said, and Qin Fen didn't need to say a word. The immortals were already bowing down in awe. Just look: he sent out red packets for everyone, and the Heavenly Dao came out to reward him several times. Could an ordinary person do that?

The Food God and the others wouldn't have believed it even if they'd been beaten to death. What could be more bizarre? Fine, the amount of Merit was tiny, almost negligible. But quantity wasn't the point. Quality was.

Heaven-bestowed Merit. Just saying those words was enough to put someone on an entirely different level.

So what had happened today became a taboo within their little circle, even more frightening than anything Big Chef had done before.

Unfortunately, Zhen Yuanzi wasn't in the group. Otherwise, he would have calmly said that there was nothing the Natural Daoist couldn't do. The Heavenly Laws were proof enough.

Was that really so? Like hell it was. Qin Fen would have protested. For the sake of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had nearly rolled up