Chapter 73: The Effects of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Meat (Fourth Update)

Inside the gourmet shop.

"Gulp…"

Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, Abbot Xuan Ci, and the others swallowed hard, and the way they looked at Tang San subtly changed.

This kid has been pretending to be poor all along, just to show off today?

It wasn't that Zhang Sanfeng and the others thought this way—rather, Tang San's ten-thousand-year soul beast meat hit them too hard.

"Shopkeeper, please add this two-thousand-year-old ginseng king into the egg fried rice and the beef noodles!"

Just as everyone was marveling, inside the gourmet shop, Stark walked in at this moment, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Ever since the watermelon juice had been auctioned off for a sky-high price.

He had spent a fortune searching the entire globe.

He had finally found this ginseng king, over two thousand years old.

Arriving with such a spiritual medicine, Stark was confident that he was absolutely the coolest guy in the gourmet shop.

But the moment his words were spoken, Stark noticed everyone's gazes.

No astonishment, no envy, let alone worship.

There was only pity and sympathy!

This situation made Stark freeze.

What's going on?

This is a two-thousand-year ginseng king he's got here!

Could you at least give some reaction!

Yet the only response Stark got was looks of sympathy.

A two-thousand-year ginseng king?

Sorry, you're late.

Your thunder was stolen by Tang San, who was playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Ever seen ten-thousand-year soul beast meat!

That's ten thousand years! Before ten thousand, your two thousand is a little brother!

Everyone disdainfully shook their heads—didn't you see, their surprise had already been used up.

Stark, you can obediently go stand aside now.

Stark, who had been planning to show off, froze.

A pair of bewildered eyes turned toward Tang San.

WTF, that's not scientific.

Wasn't this kid always the broke peddler of watermelon juice?

How did he suddenly appear and steal his thunder?

For a moment, under everyone's gaze, Tang San felt puzzled.

What's going on?

Did he do something?

He just took out a piece of ten-thousand-year soul beast meat, that's all.

He has plenty of this stuff.

Do you all need to be this shocked?

"Phew, I remember now. In my young friend's world, those things called soul beasts seem to live quite long!"

Just as everyone was in shock, Song Yuanqiao seemed to think of something, exhaled a long breath, and said.

He recalled that last time, Tang San seemed to have said he had hunted a thousand-year soul beast.

Thousand-year soul beasts at the drop of a hat—clearly, ten-thousand-year soul beasts weren't rare in Tang San's world.

"Mm, yes, soul beasts generally have quite long lifespans. The highest can reach the hundred-thousand-year soul beast level!"

Tang San thought of the Titan Giant Ape and said a line.

And upon hearing the words "hundred-thousand-year soul beast," everyone was once again horrified.

That's a hundred thousand years!

What an incomprehensibly long lifespan!

For a moment, Seeing Seeing Seeing Ying Zheng grew a little envious of the soul beasts in Tang San's world.

If he had that lifespan, wouldn't that be wonderful.

"I just don't know how effective this soul beast meat is!"

Unlike the others, Yue Buqun just wanted to know the enhancement effect of this soul beast meat, and which was stronger—it or the thousand-year lingzhi.

If it wasn't stronger than the thousand-year lingzhi, then forget it.

If it was stronger than the thousand-year lingzhi, then…

For a moment, those who thought along the same lines as Yue Buqun were not few.

Everyone's gaze grew with a faint, unspoken anticipation.

"Here it comes, your gourmet food is here!"

Just as everyone was waiting, the girl Cha Cha came over carrying the gourmet food.

A few days of training had made her increasingly skilled.

After serving the gourmet food to Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and the others, she turned and left.

But before leaving, she took an extra look at Seeing Seeing Seeing Ying Zheng's watermelon juice.

This pitch-black stuff—someone actually drinks it?

Chacha shook her head and ignored it.

At this moment, everyone's gazes were fixed on Tang San.

After all, they still wanted to see the effect of his ten-thousand-year soul beast meat.

Being so suddenly stared at by so many people, Tang San grew slightly nervous.

But he looked at the egg fried rice and beef noodles before him, both infused with ten-thousand-year soul beast meat.

Tang San directly took a bite without hesitation.

The moment the seasoned egg fried rice entered his mouth, a torrent of soul power surged through Tang San's body.

From the ten-thousand-year soul beast meat, waves of pure soul power rushed straight into Tang San's limbs and acupoints.

Just one bite, and Tang San was startled by the violent speed of his soul power increase.

He was already a Level 41 Hun Sect member!

To rise so fast—is that even healthy?

He glanced hesitantly at the egg fried rice, then decided to save the beef noodles and eat the egg fried rice first.

Soon after, large mouthfuls of egg fried rice flooded into his mouth, and at that moment, Tang San's soul power surged violently.

Within a short time, after finishing the egg fried rice, Tang San froze in place.

Two levels of soul power—two full levels at his Level 40 Hun Sect stage.

The egg fried rice infused with ten-thousand-year soul beast meat had multiplied its effect by more than double.

Tang San's stunned expression showed clearly on his face; many who saw this began to speculate.

Yue Buqun, meanwhile, was the first to taste his own seasoned egg fried rice.

The moment the egg fried rice entered his mouth, it instantly transformed into pure internal energy, like a surging river, merging into Yue Buqun's body.

And those thousand-year spiritual herbs flowed like gentle springs, cleansing their bodies.

When he finished the egg fried rice, Yue Buqun was momentarily stunned.

Though these spiritual herbs added little internal energy, they were improving his physique.

Faintly, Yue Buqun suddenly felt much more comfortable all over.

Like Yue Buqun, so too were Zhang Sanfeng, Monk Xuanji, and others at this moment.

After tasting the egg fried rice, they all furrowed their brows slightly.

Their gazes involuntarily turned toward Tang San.

Clearly, his effect was different from theirs.

No good—I must ask later!

This thought arose in everyone's mind.

On the other side, Tang San, after selling his watermelon juice, packed up the beef noodles.

Food infused with soul beast meat had terrifyingly potent soul power effects.

He needed to take it back quickly for Hearing Xiao Wu to try.

Just as Tang San was leaving, Yue Buqun stood up abruptly.

"Young friend, how was the flavor of your egg fried rice?"

Yue Buqun transmitted his voice via internal energy—this place was crowded with eyes and ears; he had no need to help others ask.

Hearing Yue Buqun's question, Tang San thought for a moment, then replied with "three times the effect."

Then he turned and walked away.

Instantly, Yue Buqun froze upon hearing "three times the effect."

What? The egg fried rice's effect was tripled?!

Is this the terrifying power of ten-thousand-year soul beast meat?

No good—I, Yue Buqun, must buy some!

Hey hey hey, young friend Tang San, where are you?!

When Yue Buqun turned back, he found Tang San gone.

Behind him, a wave of chilling air surged forth.