Chapter 6: Chapter Six: Yue Buqun: What Wu Dangpai? Such Hypocrisy!

"Thank you both for your hospitality—I am deeply grateful!"

Inside the restaurant, watching Su Mu no longer pay them any attention, Yue Buqun bowed again in thanks.

For Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao's generous act of treating him to egg fried rice, Yue Buqun had already labeled them both as naive big spenders.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the owner's face!"

Zhang Sanfeng's expression darkened—he, the towering pillar of the cultivation world, had been fooled by a mere youth.

If this story got out, would he, Zhang Sanfeng, still have any dignity left?

"Master, don't waste words with this fellow—let's just eat the egg fried rice first!"

On the other side, Song Yuanqiao, noticing Yue Buqun's eyes frequently drifting toward their egg fried rice, instinctively shielded his own plate and whispered a reminder to his master.

With such immortal cuisine before us, we should eat first, then deal with this little scoundrel.

Prompted by Song Yuanqiao's words, Zhang Sanfeng snapped back to his senses, immediately growing wary of Yue Buqun as he swiftly began devouring his egg fried rice.

Meanwhile, Yue Buqun, watching the two gorge themselves, could only grimace and close his eyes to stabilize the surging internal force within him.

This time, without cold boiled water, the ten years of internal force gained required Yue Buqun to stabilize it himself.

Time slowly passed; inside Su Mu's small shop, all was quiet.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao ate their egg fried rice, while Yue Buqun sat with eyes closed, meditating.

Besides them, there was no one else.

After all, with the system's pricing, only these gullible, wealthy lambs would eat here—no one else could possibly afford it.

So Su Mu's business was essentially "three years without a sale, one sale feeds three years"—a professional at fleecing his regulars!

And sure enough, Yue Buqun had come here for two days straight!

This suited Su Mu just fine—he enjoyed the peace.

"Burp!"

After a long while, Song Yuanqiao finally finished his egg fried rice, his face flushed, letting out a satisfied burp.

At the same time, the ten years of internal force that had surged within him now flowed ceaselessly, circulating on its own.

One bowl of egg fried rice had granted ten years of internal force cultivation.

This was simply unimaginable to Song Yuanqiao!

It was more than ten times stronger than Shaolin's Ten-Ingredient Tonifying Pills!

"Given your generous hospitality, I suggest you both try the braised eggs and cold boiled water!"

As Song Yuanqiao was stunned, Yue Buqun, having largely stabilized his internal force, spoke up.

Considering they had given him a bowl of egg fried rice, Yue Buqun felt he ought to offer a warning.

"Hm?"

At Yue Buqun's reminder, Song Yuanqiao suddenly realized—he looked up and stared again at the menu.

"Owner, two more braised eggs and cold boiled water!"

With the confidence of a wealthy man, Song Yuanqiao spoke without hesitation.

The Wu Dangpai had deep pockets—six taels of gold meant nothing to him.

Soon after, Su Mu brought over the braised eggs and cold boiled water.

Seeing the golden leaves return to his hands, Su Mu nearly beamed.

This money was earned so easily!

Song Yuanqiao, now holding the braised eggs and cold boiled water, kindly passed them to his master.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had just finished eating the egg fried rice, sat with eyes closed, digesting the surge of internal force.

Seeing his master occupied, Song Yuanqiao picked up his own braised egg first.

Without hesitation, he took a big bite.

Instantly, as the braised egg entered his mouth, unlike the fiery heat of the egg fried rice, a faint, refreshing aroma surged toward his dantian.

The internal force, just now calmed, began circulating again—within moments, it surged like a river through Song Yuanqiao's meridians.

In an instant, Song Yuanqiao's face turned crimson from the sudden flood of internal force.

"Quick, drink the cold boiled water!"

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's condition, Yue Buqun—who had been through this before—immediately shouted a warning.

Without suspicion, Song Yuanqiao quickly picked up the cold boiled water and took a sip.

As the cold boiled water entered his body, a chilling coolness spread through him, and the surging internal force gradually merged and stabilized under its influence.

Song Yuanqiao froze—he never imagined cold boiled water here could have such power.

Moreover, he could feel his internal force had become slightly purer.

One sip of cold boiled water had calmed the surge of internal force. This time, Song Yuanqiao's gaze toward Yue Buqun changed.

"Thank you."

He spoke to Yue Buqun, even though the latter had freely taken their egg fried rice.

But without his warning, Song Yuanqiao might have missed the braised eggs and cold boiled water entirely.

As acting head of the Wu Dangpai, Song Yuanqiao always repaid kindness and repaid grudges.

Seeing the empty table before Yue Buqun, Song Yuanqiao immediately had an idea.

"Owner, another braised egg and cold boiled water, please!"

Six taels of gold meant nothing to Song Yuanqiao—he casually prepared to order another portion for Yue Buqun.

This would repay Yue Buqun's earlier warning.

But as soon as he spoke, before Su Mu could reply, Yue Buqun walked over with a foolish grin.

"Thank you for your kindness, but the owner has a rule—each person is limited to one portion per day."

Yue Buqun looked at Song Yuanqiao with a deceptively honest expression, yet his gaze subtly drifted to the untouched portion on the table.

He had already ordered today, but if Song Yuanqiao were to give his master's portion to him, that would not violate the shop's rules.

"Ahem, actually, if it really must be..."

After coughing lightly twice, Yue Buqun's gaze inevitably turned toward Song Yuanqiao, the current sucker.

Isn't this about repaying a kindness? Come on! He, Yue Buqun, would accept it all!

"Oh? Did I say anything just now? I said nothing, right, Master? Hurry and eat!"

Before Yue Buqun could finish speaking, Song Yuanqiao instantly changed his face, refusing to acknowledge him.

What gratitude? What wanting to treat the other person to a braised egg and cold boiled water!

That never happened; when had he, Song Yuanqiao, ever said such a thing!

And you, standing right there—if you don't leave, do you think I won't sue you for defamation!

Yue Buqun's mouth twitched as he watched Song Yuanqiao turn on him; he could only inwardly feel too powerless to even complain.

Pfft, what a towering figure of the Wu Lin, what the Wu Dangpai—truly so hypocritical!

It was just a single braised egg and a cup of cold boiled water!

How shameless can you be!

While cursing wildly in his heart, failing to mooch a free meal, Yue Buqun could only leave awkwardly.

He had eaten all three items of today's set; he would just have to wait for next time.

After bowing to the shopkeeper, Yue Buqun headed straight for the door.

For a moment, only Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao remained inside the shop.

Watching Yue Buqun's retreating back, Song Yuanqiao also cursed inwardly.

Pfft, a shameless scoundrel, actually trying to get his braised egg for free!

Dream on!