Chapter 5: Zhang Sanfeng: Disciple, Quick, Snatch Back Master's Egg Fried Rice

Inside the gourmet shop.

"I must be dreaming!"

Yue Buqun looked at the golden, glistening egg fried rice before him, momentarily too moved to find words.

As someone who had tasted the braised egg and the plain boiled water, he knew better than anyone what the food here represented.

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

But here, this was a heaven-sent opportunity!

Yue Buqun couldn't help but change the way he looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao.

These two were absolute suckers!

Pfft, no, that’s not right—they were absolute good Samaritans!

No, he had to finish it quickly; he absolutely could not let these two realize what was happening.

Thinking this, Yue Buqun didn't hesitate; he picked up his spoon and shoveled a huge mouthful into his mouth.

The golden rice grains, mixed with a faint fragrance—with just one bite, Yue Buqun felt waves of heat surging in his mouth.

The heat rolled down his throat, heading straight for his dantian and sea of Qi.

The internal energy that had been calmed by the plain boiled water now surged violently once again.

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

From just one mouthful of rice, the intangible increase in his internal energy felt to Yue Buqun like months of bitter cultivation.

Looking at the full serving of egg fried rice before him, Yue Buqun couldn't help but cry with excitement.

This wasn't just eating egg fried rice; this was even more satisfying than taking a Great Return Pill!

For a moment, Yue Buqun was crying with joy while shoveling large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

This scene left both Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao completely stunned.

"Master, is this man from the Beggar Sect? Isn't he a bit too poor?"

Song Yuanqiao clicked his tongue in secret; even if he were from the Beggar Sect, there was no need to be moved to the point of tears by a serving of egg fried rice.

The well-traveled Song Yuanqiao found it hard to believe that such a person existed in the Wu Lin.

Su Mu, on the other hand, was unfazed.

Yesterday, he was obsessed with eating a braised egg; today, he was moved to tears by egg fried rice.

What was so strange about that? Wasn't it perfectly normal?

Generally speaking, only these seemingly crazy, immersive actors were the true masters of acting!

Deep down, Su Mu had already labeled Yue Buqun as an absolute master of acting!

"Forget it, let's have a taste too!"

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

Having come to this magical place, he also wanted to taste what was so different about it.

Looking at the vibrant, perfectly cooked egg fried rice before him, Zhang Sanfeng picked up his spoon, scooped some up, and put it in his mouth.

As soon as the egg fried rice entered his mouth, a massive force erupted within Zhang Sanfeng; amidst the rolling heat, it rushed straight toward his dantian.

With just one bite, Zhang Sanfeng froze in place.

The martial arts realm that had troubled Zhang Sanfeng for years actually showed a hint of loosening under this one bite of egg fried rice.

As the heat surged, the Taiji Art within Zhang Sanfeng's body even began to circulate on its own.

His internal energy cultivation, which hadn't advanced for years, suddenly broke through its bottleneck and improved.

This scene caused Zhang Sanfeng's expression to change drastically; with no time to think, he shouted directly at Song Yuanqiao.

"Quick, quick! Go and snatch that serving of egg fried rice back!"

In the shop where there were only three people, Zhang Sanfeng's sudden shout gave everyone a start.

On the other side, Song Yuanqiao, who hadn't tasted the egg fried rice yet, was completely bewildered!

Master, please be calm!

You’ve lived for so many years, what haven't you experienced? It’s just a mere serving of egg fried rice!

You must maintain your image, maintain your image!

"Quick, Yuanqiao, quick! It’ll be too late if you’re any slower!"

Watching Yue Buqun wolfing down his food while Song Yuanqiao remained unmoved, Zhang Sanfeng was furious!

How could his foolish disciple be so dense!

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was shouting, Yue Buqun on the other side contentedly put the very last grain of rice into his mouth.

"Hiccup!"

With the full serving of egg fried rice in his body, the surging heat kept his internal energy flowing ceaselessly. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, who was staring at him with a look of deep regret, Yue Buqun curled his lips into a smile and stood up to offer a bow.

"Many thanks to you both for your hospitality!"

With a face full of smiles, Yue Buqun was very satisfied.

The power of today's egg fried rice had increased his internal energy cultivation by ten years.

Such a terrifying improvement—if this weren't the place of an immortal, Yue Buqun would have laughed out loud.

"Shameless, you scoundrel!"

The centenarian Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but curse out loud at this moment.

This man definitely knew the effects of the egg fried rice, yet he dared to freeload off him.

"Master, mind your composure!"

Song Yuanqiao, standing to the side, saw that Zhang Sanfeng was about to start cursing in the street and quickly reminded him to mind his composure.

He was, after all, a pillar of the Wu Lin; he couldn't lose all his decorum!

"Foolish child, you taste this egg fried rice!"

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao still hadn't realized what was happening, Zhang Sanfeng was so angry he pointed at the egg fried rice, telling him to taste it.

The uncomprehending Song Yuanqiao, under Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, slowly took a bite and then froze.

Just like Zhang Sanfeng, he realized what was happening in an instant.

"Shameless scoundrel!"

Song Yuanqiao, who had managed Mount Wudang for many years and naturally possessed good self-restraint, also cursed at Yue Buqun.

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

Eating the whole thing would be worth at least several years of bitter cultivation.

And this shameless scoundrel had actually freeloaded it!

"Ahem, everyone, I know my cooking is delicious, but isn't this going a bit too far?"

Su Mu, who had been watching the show, saw the two sides arguing and nearly coming to blows, so he couldn't help but speak up.

He was running a business; they couldn't be fighting here!

This was a harmonious society—what was with all the killing and fighting!

Besides, all this for a serving of egg fried rice?

Was it really necessary!

Although his cooking was indeed delicious, this was just too exaggerated!

The three, who had been at daggers drawn, immediately extinguished their fire the moment Su Mu spoke.

Su Mu's words, intended to break up the fight, took on a different meaning in the ears of the three.

Oh no, they had forgotten this was the place of an immortal!

Fighting and brawling must be forbidden here!

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

"Hehe, just a joke, it was just a joke!"

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

As for Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao, even though they were full of displeasure, seeing Su Mu's expression, they had no choice but to endure it.

However, in their hearts, they had already labeled Yue Buqun as a shameless scoundrel.

Yue Buqun naturally didn't care about that.

Let them label him; what could be better than a serving of egg fried rice!

Only Su Mu, watching such a harmonious and friendly scene, couldn't help but sigh.

The quality of rich people is truly high!

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

Shaking his head, Su Mu stopped paying attention.

Who told him he wasn't a rich person!