Chapter 127

"Owner, sorry for the disturbance today!"

With the meal over, Ying Zheng and the others slowly departed.

As these people left, Chacha, standing nearby, hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up.

"Brother, aren't these people crazy? They actually drink that green liquid?"

Though young and having endured hardship, she still knew what could be eaten and what couldn't.

But today, watching Stark and Ying Zheng, it was just insane.

Is that oily green stuff really meant for human consumption?

"Cough, cough, don't worry about them—they won't die from it!"

Su Mu coughed lightly and patted Chacha's head.

He didn't quite understand Stark and Ying Zheng's peculiar little habit.

Is that stuff really tasty when mixed with watermelon juice?

Just as Su Mu was puzzled, the member group on the other side erupted in chaos.

Abbot Xuan Ci: "@Ning Caichen, how's it going? Got any new thousand-year tree spirits?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Say nothing else—next time you find one of these tree spirits, save one for me!"

Great Ming War God: "Correct! I need one too—no, ten!"

Wang Dadong: "Tsk tsk, poor me—I can only watch helplessly."

Tang San: "Looks like everyone's realized the thousand-year tree spirit's juice has issues!"

Zhou Weiqing: "Anyone who isn't an idiot can see that."

Rock Lee: "Huh? Strange—where are Yue Buqun and Stark?"

Jiang Yuyan: "Those two? What else could they be doing? Probably explaining the scroll incident!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Hss—now that you mention it, I nearly forgot!"

Wang Dadong: "I feel truly sorry for those two—they're likely about to become martyrs."

Stark: "Joke's on you—I'm Stark, the master of romance. How could I become a martyr?"

Great Ming War God: "Huh? You already finished that fast?"

Abbot Xuan Ci: "Amitabha! Your speed is impressive—I've never seen anything like it!"

Great Qin Shi Huang: "The Flash Stark?!"

Wang Dadong: "Pfft—cough, cough—sorry, I didn't mean to think that!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "After all that, I don't believe a word you say!"

Zhou Weiqing: "Whoa, are you guys about to start racing again?"

Stark: "Come on, come on—I'm Iron Man, you get it? Hard as steel, unbreakable!"

Tang San: "Huh… so that's what Iron Man means?"

Great Ming War God: "Tsk tsk—learned something, learned something!"

Great Qin Shi Huang: "Enough chatting—let's get to business. Ning Caichen, next time you find a thousand-year tree spirit, send it straight to me—price is no object!"

With those words, everyone in the member group fell silent.

Zhou Weiqing: "Just curious—what exactly does adding the thousand-year tree spirit's juice to watermelon juice do?"

Zhou Weiqing: "It's got the Emperor so worked up!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "I'm curious too, but I doubt Stark and the Emperor will tell us."

Great Ming War God: "Heh, I'm determined to get the thousand-year tree spirit's juice!"

Great Ming War God: "Ning Caichen, if you kill a thousand-year tree spirit, send me a red packet—I'll always pay ten percent more than anyone else!"

Wang Dadong: "Hss—this is the boldness of a group tycoon? Terrifying!"

Rock Lee: "Tsk tsk—I'm scared, I'm scared!"

Zhou Weiqing: "Envious—I'm completely envious. I want this too!"

Tang San: "So the thousand-year tree spirit's juice really has a tremendous effect!"

Stark: "Heh, you want to compete? Did you ask Stark?"

Stark: "Money's nothing—I'm so broke I've only got money left!"

Stark: "Ning Caichen, you know who to choose now, right?"

In the member group, Zhu Qizhen, Stark, and Ying Zheng all spoke up at once.

Meanwhile, in the Qian Nü world, Ning Caichen grimaced.

He knew—he knew.

But what good is knowing?

Do you think thousand-year tree spirits are everywhere?

Across this vast heaven and earth, where is he supposed to find a second one?

At this moment, looking at the words of the three tycoons, Ning Caichen felt as if he saw a mountain of gold.

But he could see the mountain—he couldn't reach it.

Who could understand this pain?

At this moment, Ning Caichen suddenly missed the thousand-year tree spirit.

Sure, it was ugly—but it was worth money!

As for what Ning Caichen was thinking, the thousand-year tree spirit sneered.

No trouble, Nie Xiaoqian; trouble comes, old tree spirit!

Do you think the thousand-year tree spirit has no pride?

Bah, scumbag, get lost!

Ning Caichen: "Stop fighting, you two. I don't even have a single hair of the tree demon left on my side."

Ning Caichen: "Wait till I find one, then I'll let you know!"

Sighing wearily, Ning Caichen felt that his career from now on was probably really going to be a Necromancer's life.

And at this moment, inside the members' group chat, as Ning Caichen's words came out, everyone else also stopped.

Holy crap, fought over it for half a day, and in the end there's no goods.

Then what's there to fight over? The crowd immediately dispersed.

And at the same time, on the other side, in the Douluo world—

"Little monster, you really went to the immortal realm?"

His divine sense withdrawn from the members' group chat, an excited voice from Dugu Bo now reached his ears.

He had personally watched Tang San vanish, and then suddenly reappear right before him.

Even the cunning and crafty Dugu Bo was dumbfounded.

Seeing Tang San return now, he couldn't wait and immediately started asking.

"I told you, I would prove it!"

Saying so, Tang San brushed his waist, and the next moment, a plate of egg fried rice with ten-thousand-year soul beast meat appeared before Dugu Bo.

"Here, eat this, and you'll know!"

He said to Dugu Bo—in this day and age, could there possibly be anything more convincing than a plate of egg fried rice made by an immortal?

Dugu Bo frowned and glanced at the egg fried rice, baffled.

He wasn't worried Tang San had poisoned it; with his poison art and strength, any poison capable of killing him simply didn't exist.

He just didn't understand what a plate of egg fried rice from Tang San could prove.

But despite his doubts, Dugu Bo still picked it up and took a bite.

Just one bite and it went down, and in an instant, a warm current coursed through his body; the soul power that had accumulated within him for years actually stirred, just a little.

Just as Dugu Bo was horrified, Tang San's words rang out by his ear.

"With your soul power, you'd probably have to finish the whole thing before seeing even a trace of effect!"

Tang San said lightly. On the other side, Dugu Bo no longer hesitated; with a surge of soul power, he swallowed the entire plate of egg fried rice in one go.

Vast soul power instantly erupted within Dugu Bo's body.

"Crack!"

Accompanying a crisp sound, the level-91 soul power bottleneck that had plagued Dugu Bo for years was actually broken through at this moment.

In an instant, both Dugu Bo and Tang San were dumbfounded.

Holy crap, how is this possible!

How could a plate of egg fried rice raise a titled Douluo's soul power?