Chapter 5: Chapter Five: Zhang Sanfeng: Disciple, Quick! Get My Egg Fried Rice Back!

Inside the food shop

"Am I dreaming?"

Yue Buqun stared at the golden-bright egg fried rice before him, too overwhelmed to speak.

Having tasted braised eggs and chilled boiled water, he knew better than anyone what this food represented.

To others, this was just a plate of egg fried rice.

But here, it was a tremendous opportunity!

Unconsciously, Yue Buqun's gaze shifted toward Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao.

These two were definitely big fools!

Pfft, no—absolute good people!

No, I must finish eating quickly; I can't let these two realize.

Thinking this, Yue Buqun grabbed his spoon and shoveled a massive bite.

Golden rice grains, faintly fragrant, sent a wave of heat through his mouth at just one bite.

The heat surged downward from his throat, racing straight toward his dantian.

The internal energy, previously calmed by chilled boiled water, surged again on its own.

His self-circulating internal energy flowed like a rushing river through Yue Buqun's body.

With just one bite, the invisible increase in internal energy felt equal to months of hard cultivation.

Looking at the full plate of egg fried rice before him, Yue Buqun burst into tears.

This wasn't eating egg fried rice—it was even better than swallowing a Great Elixir!

In that moment, Yue Buqun stood up in ecstasy, shoveling rice into his mouth nonstop.

This scene left Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao utterly stunned.

"Master, is this guy from the Beggar's Sect? He must be impossibly poor!"

Song Yuanqiao muttered under his breath—even beggars wouldn't be moved to tears by a plate of egg fried rice.

Song Yuanqiao, well-traveled and experienced, found it hard to believe such a thing existed in the Wu Lin.

Su Mu, however, was unfazed.

Yesterday he was obsessed over a braised egg; today he's crying over egg fried rice.

So what? Isn't that normal?

Usually, only these seemingly insane, deeply immersed actors are true method performers!

Internally, Yue Buqun had already been labeled by Su Mu as an absolute method actor!

"Forget it, let's try some too."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and stopped paying attention to Yue Buqun.

Having come to this miraculous place, he wanted to taste what made it different.

He looked at the richly colored egg fried rice before him, picked up his spoon, and scooped a bite into his mouth.

The moment the egg fried rice entered his mouth, a torrent of power exploded within Zhang Sanfeng—the heat surged straight toward his dantian.

With just one bite, Zhang Sanfeng froze in place.

The cultivation realm that had plagued him for years now showed the faintest crack.

As the heat surged, his Taiji Art began to circulate automatically.

His internal energy, stagnant for years, suddenly broke through its bottleneck and rose.

This sight caused Zhang Sanfeng's expression to change drastically. Without hesitation, he shouted at Song Yuanqiao.

"Quick, quickly go get that egg fried rice back!"

In the shop, where only three people were present, Zhang Sanfeng's sudden shout startled everyone.

On the other side, Song Yuanqiao—who hadn't tasted the egg fried rice yet—was completely baffled.

"Master, stay calm!"

You've lived a hundred years—what haven't you seen? It's just a plate of egg fried rice!

Mind your dignity, mind your dignity!

"Quick, Yuanqiao, hurry, if you wait any longer it'll be too late!"

Watching Yue Buqun wolf down the food while Song Yuanqiao remained unmoved, Zhang Sanfeng was furious.

How could his stupid disciple be so foolish!

Just as Zhang Sanfeng roared, Yue Buqun, satisfied, swallowed the last grain of rice.

"Burp!"

With the full plate of egg fried rice inside him, the surging heat kept his internal energy flowing endlessly. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's agonized expression, Yue Buqun smiled, stood up, and bowed.

"Thank you both for your hospitality!"

With a beaming smile, Yue Buqun felt utterly content.

Today's egg fried rice had granted him ten years' worth of internal energy advancement.

Such a terrifying boost—if this weren't still the realm of immortals, he would've laughed out loud.

"Disgusting, you little scoundrel!"

The hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but curse.

This man knew exactly what the egg fried rice did—and yet dared to cheat us!

"Master, mind your decorum!"

Beside him, Song Yuanqiao, seeing Zhang Sanfeng about to shout like a street vendor, hurriedly reminded him to maintain dignity.

After all, he's the pillar of the Wu Lin—he can't lose all sense of decorum!

"Foolish child, try this egg fried rice!"

Seeing Song Yuanqiao still stunned, Zhang Sanfeng, furious, pointed directly at the egg fried rice and told him to take a bite.

Confused, Song Yuanqiao slowly took a bite under Zhang Sanfeng's gaze—and froze instantly.

Like Zhang Sanfeng, he realized the truth in an instant.

"Despicable scoundrel!"

Song Yuanqiao, who had led Wudang for years and possessed excellent self-control, now cursed Yue Buqun aloud.

One bite of egg fried rice was worth months of hard cultivation.

If you ate it all, it would equal years of diligent practice.

And this despicable scoundrel had just stolen it for free!

"Cough, cough—friends, I know my cooking is delicious, but isn't this going a bit too far?"

Su Mu, who had been watching the scene unfold, now saw the two sides nearly coming to blows, and spoke up.

I'm running a business here—you can't fight in my shop!

We live in a harmonious society—why fight and kill?

And all because of one plate of egg fried rice?

Is that really necessary?

True, my egg fried rice is delicious—but this is ridiculous!

At Su Mu's words, the three men, who had been on the verge of combat, instantly fell silent.

Su Mu's words, meant to mediate, were interpreted by the three as something else entirely.

Oh no—I forgot this is the realm of immortals!

Immortals surely forbid fighting here!

Whether Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, or Song Yuanqiao, all three instantly understood.

"Hehe, just a joke, nothing more!"

Yue Buqun was the first to smile and thank Zhang Sanfeng.

Though Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao were deeply displeased, seeing Su Mu's expression, they swallowed their anger.

Yet inside, both had already labeled Yue Buqun a despicable scoundrel.

Yue Buqun, of course, didn't care.

Let them label me—I'd rather have one plate of egg fried rice than any label!

Watching this scene of such harmonious friendliness, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh.

The manners of the rich are truly excellent!

One moment they were fighting to the death, the next they were shaking hands and making peace!

Shaking his head, Su Mu let it go.

Who am I to complain—I'm not rich!