The Chef Who Conquered the Bandits’ Lair

When I transmigrated as the bandit chief’s only son, I was already tied to an altar.

In three days, I was to be sacrificed alive to the mountain god, all because the original owner had peeked at the Third Chief’s concubine while she was bathing.

“Young Chief, accept your fate,” the Third Chief sneered. “Your father, Long Zhantian, was surrounded and killed by his enemies. He’s not coming back.”

As I teetered on the brink of death, the jade pendant around my neck suddenly grew hot.

It was the eerie jade stone from my previous life, the one that swallowed an entire warehouse when it collapsed.

When modern supplies from the warehouse piled up all over the stronghold, the bandits went wild:

“Salt! Pure white, fine salt!”

“Young Chief, what is this red elixir?”

“Oh, that’s Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, the ultimate side dish for rice.”

I hefted a sack of rice and smiled. “So, who still wants to sacrifice me to the mountain god?”