With a Spirit Fox by My Side, I Become a Master Chef and Rule the World

On the first day after she transmigrated, both her legs were broken, her System had run out of power, and she was thrown into Blackwind Forest as food for the demon beasts. Zhao Ruo pulled out her ancestral cleaver. "It's fine. I'll make a pot of soup first." No spiritual roots? Her cleaver is her dantian. No cultivation techniques? Her slicing arts follow the grain of the ingredients, and she's just as good at cutting people as she is at chopping ribs. From a bowl of egg fried rice at a roadside stall on South Street, to sealing the entire Qingfeng Sect with a single cleaver, to dominating a hundred sects with one slash at the Heavenly Arena, cultivators across the Nine Domains eventually spread the word: don't challenge that woman with the cleaver to a cooking contest. She'll use the same blade to chop your vegetables, then chop you up too. But Young Master Gu of the Sword Pavilion, who climbs through her window every day for a meal, says, "Her cooking really is delicious."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.