Chu Wanqing traveled through time. From a three-star Michelin chef, he became a good-for-nothing lady that everyone in the world of cultivation laughed at. Her spiritual roots were inferior and her spiritual power was weak. Even her fiancé disliked her and broke off the engagement in public. The whole sect was waiting to see her joke. Chu Wanqing glanced at the Lingmi Lingcai in the kitchen and smiled. She picked up the spatula and fried the rice into popcorn. The entire sect went crazy. The disciples whose spiritual power surged blocked the door of the dining hall, crying and begging her to make more portions. Shen Duchuan, the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation, squatted by the stove with an expressionless face, eagerly waiting for her to feed him. The young master of the Beast Control Sect knelt outside the door and begged to get back together. Chu Wanqing didn't even raise her head: "Get in line. First make an appointment, then lottery, and finally draw lots." She finally understood this world of cultivation.
