Divine Beasts Guard the Door: I Open a Little Restaurant in a Fantasy World

In a fantastical world where martial artists can split mountains with a punch and sever rivers with a kick, a tiny restaurant has become the unspoken "sacred ground" of all the top powerhouses. Countless mighty figures, capable of turning the world upside down, are willing to rein in their power and obediently queue up, all for a feast that delights the palate.

The dishes here defy the imagination: phoenix eggs stir-fried with dragon-blood rice, every grain shimmering with spiritual radiance; the Spring of Life fermented with vermilion fruit, a single mouthful of fiery liquor enough to burn away old injuries; even the choice meat of a ninth-tier Martial Venerable beast gets only a sprinkle of black pepper before being grilled to fragrant perfection.

Thinking of kidnapping the chef? First ask the ten-tier hellhound dozing at the entrance if it'll allow it. And that's not even mentioning the chef's assistant, an "iron lump" capable of crushing a ninth-grade Martial Venerable with one hand. Behind the chef, a group of fanatical followers has already gathered, their taste buds enthralled and their fighting strength unfathomable.