A Foodie’s Road to Immortality: I Wreck the Cultivation World with a Wok

Food streamer Su Wanwan’s career ended in a livestream accident: she ate too fast and choked to death.

When she opened her eyes again, she was a wisp of consciousness in a cultivator’s womb.

She thought transmigrating would be a blessing, but people here ate only three things: fasting pills, spirit fruit, and spirit honey. That was it.

The baby fruit was as bland as chewing wax, while the spirit honey was so sweet it made her question everything. As a food blogger who had once won over millions of followers with her cooking, she couldn’t go on living like this.

At three, she secretly tried roasting a chicken for the first time and nearly got caught red-handed by an outer sect disciple. At five, she finally got her parents to taste their first bowl of hot soup. That very night, her father’s cultivation, stalled for five years, began to advance.

From then on, the Gu family courtyard was always filled with delicious aromas. Stir-fried spirit rice left premium spirit-rice pills crystallized at the bottom of the wok; stewed spirit deer yielded three blood-and-qi pills in a single pot. The elders lined up to mooch meals, and the sect leader personally waited outside for a taste. Qingyun Sect went from a third-rate sect to one of the top second-rate sects, all thanks to the food.

Until one day, an overpowering aroma burst through the mountain-protecting formation.

Li Hansheng, a Nascent Soul Venerable and the youngest top powerhouse in the cultivation world, had been cold and ruthless for eight hundred years. For the first time, he stopped in his tracks for a woman. More precisely, for the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall bubbling away in her pot.

“Miss, are you selling that soup?”

“No.”

“Then... I’ll take you and the pot.”

Before Wanwan could react, this powerhouse carried her and the pot straight back to Hanyin Valley.

Later, the entire cultivation world went mad, and not for any other reason than this: the cold and ruthless Nascent Soul Venerable showed up at the kitchen door every day on the dot, wearing the iciest expression as he said the most pathetic things:

“I want the braised one today.”