Chapter 39: Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng

Inside the gourmet shop.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng speak so brazenly about extorting their Shaolin, Abbot Xuan Ci could no longer hold back.

Their Shaolin had roamed the jianghu and stood firm for several hundred years — they had a reputation to protect.

In an instant, Abbot Xuan Ci walked over and sat down across from Zhang Sanfeng.

Although fighting was forbidden inside the gourmet shop.

Still, this insult — their Shaolin simply could not swallow it like that.

He would find out where the other party came from, then go back and do the same — an offline PK.

If they couldn't beat the two of them, couldn't they return to his world and bully their sect?

Such were Abbot Xuan Ci's inner thoughts.

Originally, as one who had left the worldly life, he would not have cared about such matters.

But the trouble was, this was an immortal's place, and more and more people would come in the future.

If they endured this time, how could their Shaolin establish a foothold here next time?

"Amitabha. May I ask the patron, what sect and what school do you hail from?"

Abbot Xuan Ci offered a Buddhist greeting, then asked Zhang Sanfeng directly.

With such blunt words, Xuan Ci might as well have said outright—

"Have the guts to name your sect, and see whether I go back and beat you or not!"

Likewise burning with fury toward Abbot Xuan Ci before him, Zhang Sanfeng would not back down.

"Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng!"

The words, laden with anger, were spoken. Abbot Xuan Ci silently nodded.

Meanwhile, Yue Buqun, watching the show on the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Holy crap — he hadn't heard wrong, had he? This old man was actually Zhang Sanfeng!

The founding patriarch of Wudang, a figure comparable to Shaolin's Patriarch Bodhidharma!

For a moment, a dazed look crept into Yue Buqun's expression.

Truly worthy of an immortal's place — even such a martial world powerhouse had come.

Although Yue Buqun was confident in his own strength, he believed that with his current power, he absolutely could not defeat Zhang Sanfeng.

Even exchanging dozens of moves would already be his limit.

Involuntarily, Yue Buqun's gaze drifted toward Abbot Xuan Ci and the other man, and silently mourned for the two of them in his heart.

If you want to go beat Zhang Sanfeng, you'll probably need to eat gourmet food here for a while longer first!

Even if the Zhang Sanfeng in your world has no immortal affinity, he's still not easy to deal with!

The man is already on the verge of shattering the void — with just the two of you, Yue Buqun thought it would be tough going!

Unlike Yue Buqun, after learning Zhang Sanfeng's name and sect, Abbot Xuan Ci began discussing it with Monk Xuanji.

"Senior brother, in my memory, there doesn't seem to be such a sect in the martial world!"

Monk Xuanji racked his brains at this moment, but no matter how he searched his memory, he simply could not find this Wudang sect.

Nor could he find anyone named Zhang Sanfeng.

"Could it be some obscure minor sect?"

Abbot Xuan Ci's brows were tightly furrowed as well — he too did not know this sect.

"Never mind. Once we're back, we'll mobilize the disciples — we must find them!"

Thinking how the other party had even beaten Shaolin, Xuan Ci felt they absolutely had to win back face.

Monk Xuanji beside him silently nodded as well.

And just then, Su Mu, who had been busy in the back kitchen all along, came out carrying the prepared gourmet food.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and the others had all arrived, he couldn't help but smile.

These big fat sheep — they really do come often!

After setting down the food for Tang San and the others, Su Mu once again returned to the back kitchen to continue preparing more dishes.

Looking at the egg fried rice and beef noodles placed before him, Tang San let out another deep breath.

Just thinking about the four levels of soul power he had gained last time, Tang San's little heart couldn't help but thump-thump away.

In Tang San's eyes, how could this be gourmet food — this was soul power!

Without much hesitation, this time Tang San directly picked up the beef noodles and began to slurp them up with relish.

The broth, the noodles, the beef transformed into pure soul power, flowing through Tang San's body.

The soul power, already raised to level thirty-three, was now, under the influence of the beef noodles, climbing bit by bit.

When Tang San had swallowed every last bit of the bowl of beef noodles before him, the surging soul power within him had already reached the level of thirty-six.

Feeling the soul power growing within him, Tang San wore a smile, picked up the boiled water beside him, and took a sip.

As the boiled water passed his throat, a coolness spread throughout his body.

The newly grown soul power was also completely stabilized.

And just as Tang San finished enjoying his beef noodles, inside the gourmet shop, Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and all the other regular customers were also enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Only the newly arrived man was still examining the food.

Before the man sat a portion of egg fried rice, a braised egg, and a bowl of beef noodles.

In the man's view, they all looked rather plain.

After hesitating for a long while, the man finally took a taste.

The moment a mouthful of egg fried rice entered his mouth, the internal energy within the man's body instantly began to surge.

Yet, merely sensing the growth of strength within him, the man showed no obvious excitement — instead, he frowned slightly in disappointment.

The egg fried rice, of which only a single bite had been taken, was set aside.

The man then tasted a mouthful of beef noodles.

Just like the egg fried rice, the beef noodles, upon entering his mouth, transformed into pure power and refined internal energy.

Yet even so, though surprise flickered in the man's eyes, there was no delight.

The man took only one more bite, then turned toward the braised egg and the cool boiled water.

After tasting both, he set them aside as well.

It was not that the food was bad, but rather that it lacked what the man sought.

Having already unified the eight wastelands and seated himself upon the world, what use did he have for internal energy and strength?

Those who could see him were exceedingly few.

Let alone those who wished him harm.

It was utterly impossible for anyone to approach him.

This internal energy and power, gained for no purpose!

The man sighed softly within his heart.

Just then, on the other side, Abbot Xuan Ci, seeing that Tang San once again had not ordered watermelon juice, could not help but smile.

Tang San's not ordering was telling them.

This time, the highest bidder would still win!

"Young friend, what if today's watermelon juice is still three thousand taels of gold?"

Abbot Xuan Ci spoke first; three years of lifespan were very important to him.

But the moment his words finished, they were interrupted by Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun on the other side.

You still dare to come?

Last time was carelessness; this time, you bald monk actually come again?

In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun both began bidding.

Hearing the bidding words of the crowd, the man's brows furrowed slightly.

He did not understand what this watermelon juice was, to have drawn such a reaction from these people.

He asked Tang San in a puzzled tone, but the latter's quiet reply left the man momentarily stunned.

Then, the man, who had been frowning, immediately showed joy on his face.

"Ten thousand taels of gold! This watermelon juice, I, Qin Shi Huang, claim it!"

Slapping the table, Qin Shi Huang declared in sheer ecstasy.

After searching for so long, he had finally found something capable of granting immortality!

But in the next instant, an untimely voice rang out.

"Heh heh, Qin Shi Huang? Isn't that person long dead!"