Max-level combat strength, max-level cooking skills—a strict owner's stomach-bursting Murim inn management story!

"One bowl of noodles for one silver tael! If you don't have the money, not even beggars are allowed!"

Jiang Zhou, who descended the mountain after grinding under the world's greatest master.

His one and only dream is to open an inn in a quiet forest and live peacefully while cooking. But the taste of his medicinal liquor—made by roughly mashing Thousand-Year He Shou Wu dug up from the backyard—and his Dongpo pork end up turning the martial arts world upside down?!

"I'll pay ten thousand silver taels, so please, just give me a single cup of that liquor!" (The Alliance Leader of the Righteous Path & The Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult)

"Handsome young man, won't you become the Chief of our Beggars' Sect?" (The Beggars' Sect Chief)

To make matters worse, the guys jumping over the front yard wall and interfering with business just happen to be assassins from the resurrected Blood Cult!

I just want to run my business, so why do all the powerhouses of the Murim keep crowding in front of my kitchen?!