Chapter 29: Is This Gourmet Food? No, This Is Cheating

"Huh… huh… huh…"

Inside the gourmet shop, Zhang Sanfeng, after tasting the watermelon juice, breathed more heavily.

Lifespan—this watermelon juice actually increases lifespan!

One cup of watermelon juice grants three years of lifespan!

To Song Yuanqiao, this was still nothing.

But for Zhang Sanfeng, a centenarian, it was priceless!

At Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation level, even adding a hundred more years of internal energy wouldn't guarantee he'd live to two hundred.

But this watermelon juice could grant him immortality!

Zhang Sanfeng, who had always avoided conflict, now regarded the Shaolin bald monks with sharp eyes.

Two young Shaolin disciples actually broke the code of martial conduct!

Bullying an old man of a hundred years!

If this weren't the Immortals' territory, Zhang Sanfeng would make these two brats understand respect for the elderly and kindness to the young!

"Master, calm down, calm down!"

Beside him, Song Yuanqiao, seeing Zhang Sanfeng about to blow his top, grew anxious.

They had just let slip something that could extend lifespan.

That was three years of lifespan!

To grant his master three extra years of life—even three thousand taels of gold wouldn't be enough; ten thousand taels would still be worth it!

"Hmph!"

With a cold grunt, Zhang Sanfeng sat down.

He couldn't fight here; the Shaolin bald monks had beaten him to it, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

But this debt still had to be settled!

"Yuanqiao, return and gather the brothers—we're going to Shaolin!"

Thinking he had lived a hundred years already, Zhang Sanfeng still couldn't calm down.

He had roamed the martial world for so long.

Being robbed twice by Shaolin bald monks—anyone would be unable to bear it.

If he couldn't beat these two bald monks, couldn't he beat the Shaolin bald monks in his own world?

After all, they're all bald monks—whichever one he beat would satisfy his rage!

"Master, this—!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng, in his fury, actually intend to offline a solo kill, Song Yuanqiao was left speechless.

After all, he was his own master—could Song Yuanqiao refuse?

But Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday was approaching; now was hardly the right time to go offline-PK Shaolin.

Song Yuanqiao was about to say more, but seeing Zhang Sanfeng glare at him in rage, he could only sigh.

"Yes, Master!"

Nodding in submission, Song Yuanqiao silently pitied the bald monks of Shaolin Temple.

Blame it on these two bald monks for breaking the code of martial conduct!

Yue Buqun, who had been quietly eavesdropping nearby, grew excited upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng intended an offline solo kill.

Are they going to fight?

Could he prepare some peanuts, sunflower seeds, and mineral water to watch the show?

The only pity was that they all came from different worlds.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng wanted to attack Shaolin, he could only attack Shaolin in his own world.

He couldn't reach Abbot Xuan Ci or Monk Xuanji!

This was quite regrettable.

Still, with a show to watch, Yue Buqun was thrilled.

Meanwhile, Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji.

Also noticed Zhang Sanfeng's words.

Seeing this unimpressive old man threaten to attack their Shaolin Temple, they laughed.

Old man, first of all, we're not even in the same world.

And given Shaolin's centuries-long dominance in the martial world, do you think you can just declare war on us?

In the Tianlong world where Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji resided, Zhang Sanfeng hadn't even been born yet, and there was no Wu Dangpai.

That's why Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji looked down on him so contemptuously.

The attitude of Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji ignited Zhang Sanfeng's fury.

Arrogant—so damn arrogant!

Zhang Sanfeng had roamed the martial world for decades, single-handedly elevating the Wu Dangpai to equal status with Shaolin.

Do you two think I'm made of clay?

Wait—I'm going back to trim you down!

Thinking this, Zhang Sanfeng, in a rage, swept his sleeve and left with Song Yuanqiao.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng storm off, Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji paid no mind.

Who is this old man, so full of rage?

He can't even reach us anyway.

Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji didn't think further about it.

They split the extra watermelon juice in half and finished it together.

Then, completely satisfied, they left.

Having quietly watched the entire drama unfold, Yue Buqun's heart surged with excitement.

Damn it, Wu Dangpai and Shaolin are about to fight!

Pity, it's not from his own world!

But such a huge scoop is the same in any world.

For a moment, Yue Buqun grew even more eager for his next visit.

If all goes as expected, by the time he returns, Wu Dangpai should have already knocked those Shaolin baldies flat.

With his heart racing, Yue Buqun didn't linger any longer.

He still had a martial arts tournament of the Five Peaks Alliance to attend on his end.

He bowed respectfully to Su Mu, then Yue Buqun departed as well.

For a moment, only Tang San remained inside the food shop.

Just then, Su Mu brought over the food Tang San had ordered.

Before him lay egg fried rice, a braised egg, beef noodles, and plain boiled water.

Tang San carefully recalled how Yue Buqun and the others had eaten earlier.

It was his first time; unfamiliar, Tang San decided to follow Yue Buqun's method of eating.

First, he picked up the egg fried rice in front of him, using one hand to pair it with the braised egg.

Tang San took a direct bite of the braised egg, then swallowed a mouthful of egg fried rice.

The next instant, the braised egg and egg fried rice entered his mouth; in a flash, they transformed into pure energy, surging into Tang San's body.

"Boom!"

The soul power within Tang San's body, at that very moment, instantly erupted uncontrollably.

The pure energy within Tang San's body immediately turned into waves of soul power, which Tang San absorbed bit by bit.

With just one bite, Tang San sensed that his soul power seemed to have increased.

Although he had not yet broken through the thirty-level soul power barrier, he was approaching it.

Feeling the changes within his body, Tang San froze.

At this moment, Tang San understood clearly.

What his Purple Demon Eye had been unable to perceive before was this!

This braised egg and egg fried rice could actually boost soul power!

After the shock, Tang San hesitated not a second, moving straight for the braised egg and egg fried rice.

With a bout of wolfing down, the soul power within Tang San's body grew even more turbulent.

With each mouthful of egg fried rice entering his mouth, in just a brief moment, the soul power within Tang San's body reached a peak.

"Boom!"

With the sudden surge of soul power within his body, in an instant, Tang San's twenty-nine-level soul power broke straight through to the thirty-level Soul Master realm!

At this moment, Tang San froze.

He looked at the unfinished egg fried rice before him, and the untouched beef noodles to the side.

Tang San swallowed hard.

Why did all of this feel like a dream!

He had cultivated for so long, yet could not break through the thirty-level soul power.

And it was actually solved by a single serving of egg fried rice!

Is this the so-called immortal delicacy?

Tang San couldn't help but doubt life itself.

On the other side, Su Mu naturally knew nothing of this.

If he had known, he would surely have told him.

This is not an immortal delicacy!

This damn thing is just cheating!