You Dare Mess with My Food? I'll Flatten the Cultivation World with a Frying Pan

Shen Kuteng, a survivalist who spent ten years gnawing on mutated rat meat in a pit of corpses in the abyss, opens her eyes to find she's become a lovesick young lady in the cultivation world, with her spiritual meridians completely shattered.

What's dating got on a good meal?

She tears up the Heavenly Dao Academy's admission letter on the spot, hefts a thirty-jin black iron frying pan, and heads straight for Jiuyou Dao Academy, the poorest and most lethal school in the entire cultivation world, to become a spiritual chef.

On her first day, every teammate in her group is crazy:

A germophobic young master who flings around talismans worth tens of millions of spirit stones whenever something happens;

A musclebound sword fanatic who charges into battle, roaring, as long as he's promised meals;

A cold-faced healer who secretly forces people to take medicine like a maniac;

And a gloomy, sickly beauty who coughs up blood every day and pretends to be frail.

When the demonic tide surges in the abyss, the elites of every sect coldly watch the Jiuyou good-for-nothing squad go to their deaths.

Shen Kuteng expressionlessly sets up her giant black pot. One pot of frenzied spirit food comes out, and the whole team instantly turns into murderous fiends, sweeping through the abyss!

That gloomy, sickly beauty who usually looks as if a gust of wind could knock him over snaps the Demon Venerable's neck with one hand on the spot, then scatters his ashes to the heavens.

But when he turns back, his eyes are red as he holds out a skinned fingertip to her and whines in a trembling voice:

"Teng Teng, my hand hurts. Only your red-braised pork can make it better."