Chapter 39: Qin Shi Huang

Inside the gourmet shop.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng speak so unscrupulously about extorting their Shaolin, Abbot Xuan Ci could not endure it.

Their Shaolin had mingled in the Wu Lin and stood tall for hundreds of years; they had their pride to maintain.

In a moment, Abbot Xuan Ci walked over and sat down opposite Zhang Sanfeng.

Although one cannot resort to violence inside the gourmet shop.

Still, their Shaolin could not just swallow this insult.

They would find out the other party's origins, then go back and do as the others did: an offline PK.

If they couldn't beat the two of you, couldn't they go back to your world and bully your sect?

Xuan Ci thought to himself.

Originally, as a man who had left the secular world, he was indifferent to such matters.

But since this was a place belonging to an immortal, more and more people would come in the future.

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

"Amitabha, may I ask, benefactor, from which sect or faction do you hail?"

Abbot Xuan Ci performed a Buddhist salute and then asked Zhang Sanfeng directly.

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

If you have the guts, state your sect; see if I don't go back and beat you to a pulp!

Equally filled with fury toward the Abbot Xuan Ci before him, Zhang Sanfeng would not back down.

"Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng!"

As he uttered the words laced with anger, Abbot Xuan Ci nodded silently.

Meanwhile, Yue Buqun, who was watching the drama from the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, he hadn't misheard, had he? This old man was actually Zhang Sanfeng!

The founding master of Wudang, a figure who could be called the Bodhidharma of Shaolin!

For a moment, a look of trance appeared in Yue Buqun's expression.

As expected of an immortal's place; even such a powerhouse of the Wu Lin had come.

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

Even lasting a few dozen moves would be his limit.

Yue Buqun couldn't help but cast his gaze toward Abbot Xuan Ci and his companion, silently mourning for them in his heart.

You want to fight Zhang Sanfeng? I'm afraid you'll need to eat more gourmet food for a while first!

Even if the Zhang Sanfeng in your world doesn't have an immortal connection, he won't be easy to beat!

The man is nearly at the point of shattering the void; Yue Buqun thinks you two don't stand a chance!

Unlike Yue Buqun, Abbot Xuan Ci, having obtained Zhang Sanfeng's name and sect, began to discuss it with Xuan Ji.

"Senior brother, in my memory, it seems there is no such sect in the Wu Lin!"

Xuan Ji was racking his brains, but no matter how he searched his memory, he could not find a sect called Wudang.

He couldn't find a person named Zhang Sanfeng either.

"Could it be some obscure little sect?"

Abbot Xuan Ci also frowned; he didn't know this sect either.

"Never mind, once we return, we shall mobilize the disciples; we must find it!"

Thinking that the other party had already beaten Shaolin, Xuan Ci felt he had to regain their face.

Xuan Ji, at his side, also nodded silently.

Just then, Su Mu, who had been busy in the back kitchen, walked out carrying the prepared gourmet food.

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

These fat sheep were certainly diligent in coming!

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

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

Thinking of the four levels of soul power he had gained last time, Tang San's little heart couldn't help but thump wildly.

In Tang San's eyes, this wasn't just gourmet food; this was soul power!

Without much hesitation, Tang San picked up the beef noodles and began to slurp them up with enjoyment.

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

His soul power, which had already reached level thirty-three, was rising bit by bit under the influence of the beef noodles.

When Tang San swallowed the entire bowl of beef noodles, the surging soul power in his body had already reached level thirty-six.

Feeling the increased soul power within him, Tang San smiled and picked up the glass of cold boiled water on the side, taking a sip.

As the cold water went down his throat, a cooling sensation spread throughout his entire body.

The increased soul power was also thoroughly stabilized.

Just as Tang San finished enjoying his beef noodles, Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and the other regular customers in the shop were also enjoying their meals to the fullest.

Only the newly arrived man was still examining the food.

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

To the man, it all seemed a bit too simple.

After hesitating for a long time, the man finally tasted a bite.

As the egg-fried rice entered his mouth, the internal energy in the man's body began to surge instantly.

Yet, feeling the increase in his strength, the man showed no obvious excitement, instead frowning in slight disappointment.

The egg-fried rice, having been tasted only once, was pushed aside.

Then, the man tasted a bite of the beef noodles.

Just like the egg-fried rice, the moment the beef noodles entered his mouth, they transformed into pure strength and refined internal energy.

But even so, while there was surprise in the man's eyes, there was no joy.

The man took only one bite before moving on to the marinated egg and the cold boiled water.

After tasting both, they too were pushed aside.

It wasn't that the food wasn't good; it was that it didn't contain what the man wanted.

He had already unified the eight wildernesses and sat atop the world; what use was more internal energy and strength?

Those who could see him were few and far between.

Let alone those who wished him harm.

It was impossible for anyone to even get close to him.

This internal energy and strength were useless to him!

The man sighed softly in his heart.

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

Tang San not ordering it was his way of telling them.

This time, it would still go to the highest bidder!

"Little friend, how about the watermelon juice today still being three thousand taels of gold!"

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

But no sooner had he finished speaking than he was interrupted by Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun on the other side.

You want to go again?

Last time was a lapse in judgment, but this time, you bald donkey are actually coming back for more?

In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun both began to bid as well.

Hearing the others bidding, the man frowned slightly.

He didn't understand what that watermelon juice was that could incite these people so much.

He asked Tang San with a look of confusion, but the latter's whispered reply made the man freeze.

Subsequently, the man, who had been frowning the whole time, suddenly revealed a look of joy.

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

Slamming the table, Qin Shi Huang said in a frenzy of excitement.

He had searched for so long, and finally, he had found something that could grant longevity!

But the next moment, an untimely voice rang out.

"Heh, Qin Shi Huang? Isn't he long dead!"