I want to write a book. First, I need an interesting and handsome protagonist to connect with the reader. Then, one or two beautiful, lovely girls... maybe three or four would be nice too. With a boy and a girl, it's only natural to add some romance, some ambiguity, some heart-throbs, a layer of milk and honey, a touch of bitterness and astringency, all mixed together... It looks delicious. Then, add a flirty narrator and set it up as a system. Finally, to make the book taste even better, I need to add more sugar. I open the sugar jar, and then, with a slip of my hand, I pour the whole thing in... Damn, isn't that too sweet? I hurriedly pour in some more "Book of Songs," some Shura scenes, some life philosophy... Finally, this is the book... I think it tastes pretty good.

In the world of cultivation, I wear white gloves and behave myself...

In the Pokémon world, I wear black gloves and plunder like crazy...

Only when I ascended to immortality did I understand the profound wisdom of the Doctrine of the Mean.

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Taoist soldiers? Look at my elven army.

Elixir? Try my fairy tree fruit.

A formation? Not bad, let's try adding Groudon Orb and Kyogre Orb.

With the revival of spiritual energy and the rampant dance of gods and demons, all I want to do is be a restaurant owner, stir-frying dishes and quietly making a fortune.

But the diners gradually noticed something was wrong:

The king of soldiers who was being hunted down by the whole city washes dishes here; that aloof and stunningly beautiful fairy comes to freeload every day; even the newly promoted demon emperor wants to come and guard the gate here!

My name is Lin Feng, a handsome but roguish chef.

During the day, stir-frying food is like the everyday life of ordinary people; at night, playing chess is like a game of gods and demons.

Shh... Don't tell anyone, but actually, I wrote the script for this entire era.