Soul Land: I'm Just a Chef—Why Is the Whole Sect Drooling?

Taken in by Chen Xin and brought back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he awakened the Ever-Soul Knife and the Dragon-Turning Pot.

All he wanted was to cook a few meals, spend some time playing with Ning Rongrong, and squeeze in a little cultivation. It sounded like a pretty comfortable life.

But little by little, something about the sect started to seem... off.

The moment a plate of Dongpo braised pork hit the table, two men who usually called each other brothers practically started dueling with their chopsticks.

"We're brothers. I'll let you have your way with anything else, but you're not stealing this piece of meat!"

"You've already eaten three damn pieces!"

His food wasn't just delicious-it could also restore soul power and help with cultivation.

Who could sit still after learning that?

He slept soundly at night, but the sect's disciples tossed and turned, unable to get a wink.

"Damn it, why isn't it morning yet?"

"What's on the menu tomorrow?"

"Who cares? Let's get in line first."

And as his Jade Dragon Wok gained more soul rings, he could create ingredients with soul power, bringing one legendary dish after another to the table.

Rainbow Congee could purge poison, while Century Soup could even regrow severed limbs.

Now even Titled Douluos were making a beeline for the kitchen.

"How about adding another meal at night?"

The suggestion met with instant, unanimous approval.

"Cultivation takes a lot out of you. Eating a little more is good for your health."

"I second that."

"Agreed."

Good for your health, my ass. You're just greedy!

Still, after giving it some thought, adding a late-night snack wasn't out of the question. But what about his own cultivation?

"I'll chop tomorrow's firewood."

"I'll handle the dishes."

"Just focus on your cultivation. Whatever you need, tell this old man!"