In this world, sages left behind three thousand teachings on morality, prepared three heavenly offerings, summoned purple clouds stretching a thousand li, then rode off on a blue ox amid rosy clouds.
There was also the Poetry Immortal, who infused poetry into wine and created a hundred kinds of immortal liquor, laughing as he spoke of the banished immortal ascending through the heavens.
And there were great sages who taught seventy-two disciples, brought the Hundred Schools together for a grand feast, and established the three immortal achievements, leaving an undying legacy among mortals.
In this world of cultivation, the culinary arts flourished alongside the Dao.
But for Zhao Chen, the things that troubled him were never so complicated.
Before him stood beauties who were mature, alluring, or aloof, yet all equally hungry for his attention.
All he could do was pat their heads and sigh.
"I'm just an ordinary chef!"
