He has no talent for cultivation, but he has sword skills that even a master cannot match.
Mo Qi can split a single hair into 13,600 strands;
He has never practiced physical training, but just by cooking and chopping firewood for the sect's 100,000 people every day, he can lift a 10,000-jin spoon with one hand;
I don't know how to make elixirs, but I can fry up plates of top-quality elixirs. Do you want the chicken-flavored God-quenching elixir or the beef-flavored God-quenching elixir?
A "Book of Chaos" that even the gods would be jealous of, forced Mo Qi to change it into a recipe.
If I have a kitchen knife in my hand, I have the world; if I don't have a spoon, who can compete with me!
A divine pot to stew all things, a fire stick to conquer the world.
"I'm stupid, but I can endure hardships. My mother named me Mo Qi to tell me not to give up!"
Mo Qi paused and then said: "By the way, fighting is just my hobby, cooking is my specialty."
