Chapter 82: Auction of Black Rice Wine (Seventh Update)

Inside the gourmet shop

"Gulugulu…"

Just as Tang San was sighing, Yue Buqun, who had also eaten the thousand-layer pork roll, was now utterly stunned.

The energy sealed within the pork roll surged straight to his dantian and exploded.

Immediately, the violent energy propelled his Purple Mist Divine Art, continuously breaking through to higher levels.

As Yue Buqun looked inward, he saw the violent energy take the form of a purple miniature figure, pushing the Purple Mist Divine Art all the way to the sixteenth layer before finally stopping.

Hundreds of years of internal force within Yue Buqun, mixed with primordial true qi, began circulating according to the sixteen-layer secret manual of the Purple Mist Divine Art.

In just one full cycle, Yue Buqun felt his strength had seemingly doubled.

Feeling the transformation of his cultivation technique, even as a long-time customer, Yue Buqun was completely bewildered.

Terrifying, this is just too damn terrifying!

This isn't food!

This is pure devilry!

The Purple Mist Divine Art, as the supreme internal cultivation technique of their Huashan Sect.

Its creator could only push it to the twelfth layer.

Your thousand-layer pork roll pushed it all the way to the sixteenth layer—what the hell is this?!

Are you a demon?!

You're showing off to the point of flying into the sky!

Yue Buqun believed that even the sect's founding ancestor had never seen what the sixteenth layer of the Purple Mist Divine Art looked like.

But now, he, Yue Buqun, had achieved it.

No—he had eaten it!

In the time it took to finish a bowl of rice, Yue Buqun reached a level never seen before and never to be seen again.

In the gourmet shop at this moment, alongside Yue Buqun were Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci, Seeing Ying Zheng, and others.

But the most excited of all were Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji.

"Ancestor Bodhidharma, you may rest in peace—your disciple has surpassed you!"

At this moment, as the thousand-layer pork roll entered their mouths, the Shaolin cultivation techniques they primarily practiced both broke through.

And they broke past the height achieved by Ancestor Bodhidharma.

How high was that?

Roughly three or four stories tall!

Bodhidharma's coffin lid was barely holding down.

As for who suffered the most among everyone,

It was still Tony Stark.

When the thousand-layer pork roll, carrying its energy, penetrated deep into his body,

It was the energy's turn to be stunned.

Guys, is this guy a waste?!

No soul power in his body, no soul rings, no cultivation technique—

He's got nothing at all!

In desperation, the erupted energy could only enhance Stark's internal organs.

In his daze, Stark felt his heart, liver, skin, lungs, and kidneys had all strengthened to some degree.

He was left utterly confused.

That's it?

He glanced curiously at Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, Tang San, and others, still in shock.

Something's off.

With only this level of enhancement, why are these people so stunned?

Just as Stark was puzzled, suddenly, the erupted energy surged toward one specific part of Stark.

In an instant, Stark felt it.

At this moment, Stark understood why Tang San, Yue Buqun, Seeing Ying Zheng, and the others were so shocked.

This thousand-layer pork roll is absolutely insane.

Stark wholeheartedly recommends it!

While Stark was overwhelmed with excitement, Yue Buqun and the others were puzzled.

Wait, isn't Stark a scientist?

Could the thousand-layer pork roll also enhance scientific talent?

For a moment, Yue Buqun and the others were baffled.

Fortunately, none of them knew what the others were thinking.

Otherwise, Yue Buqun would have firmly refused.

Stark, we're not the same!

And in the gourmet shop at this moment, someone else was similar to Stark—the Great Ming War God.

Feeling the changes within his body, the Great Ming War God was also thrilled.

Yet he still sat up straight.

No, he must remain calm, calm!!

Time slowly passed; this time, Yue Buqun and the others took a long while to digest it before slowly returning to their senses.

The appeal of the new delicacy was simply too great.

It almost caught them off guard.

As for Tang San, after tasting one piece of the thousand-layer pork roll, he tucked away the remaining two pieces.

The effect of this thing was simply too terrifying.

Tang San still felt he ought to be cautious.

For a time, inside the food shop, Yue Buqun, Tang San, Zhang Sanfeng, Stark and the others, after finishing their food, began chatting idly with one another.

This time, none of them left.

Because next, there was still the most important thing that had yet to appear.

Black rice wine!

The gathered crowd had not forgotten — this time's new release, and a limited new release at that!

"Oh? Young Friend Tang, you're also preparing to bid?"

Yue Buqun, seated at the front, turned slightly and, seeing that Tang San had for once not left, let out a soft chuckle.

"Forget it, there probably won't be a share for me!"

Seeing Yue Buqun's question, Tang San silently shook his head.

To bid — of course he wanted to bid!

But Tang San knew there definitely wouldn't be a share for him.

Just look at Ying Zheng and Stark currently in the food shop.

Who could match the wealth of those two?

So those two would surely claim one cup.

Then the very last remaining cup would be contested among Abbot Xuan Ci, Yue Buqun, and Zhang Sanfeng.

Tang San asked himself — his own finances couldn't compare to these three.

So the auction would certainly yield him nothing.

Tang San simply stayed behind to watch the show and enjoy the spectacle!

And inside the food shop, as everyone waited.

On the other side, Su Mu didn't keep them in suspense any longer either.

"For today's three cups of black rice wine, you may name your prices."

"The highest bidder wins!"

No starting bid was set, because Su Mu trusted that this group would absolutely fight tooth and nail over it.

As for these people joining forces to win it at a low price, then taking turns drinking it.

Su Mu wasn't blind, and the system certainly wasn't a fool.

How could it possibly let this group pull off such a stunt?

As Su Mu's words fell, for a moment, the food shop fell utterly silent.

Ying Zheng, Stark, Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun and the others were all waiting for the first person to name a price.

"Since none of you will speak, I'll go first — ten thousand taels of gold!"

Ning Caichen and Jiang Yuyan, who had been staying to watch the show, heard the ten thousand taels of gold ringing in their ears.

The two of them were once again dumbfounded.

They're at it again!

"Twenty thousand taels of gold!"

As Stark's words fell, Ying Zheng beside him, expression unchanged, doubled the price.

The sudden price hike made Tang San, watching the show, unable to help but feel his blood boil.

"Then let's hurry it up — fifty thousand taels of gold!"

Stark skipped right past it, pushing the price all the way up to fifty thousand taels of gold in one breath.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, Abbot Xuan Ci and the others all swallowed hard.

The first cup — they clearly had no chance to participate.

Their chance lay only with the third cup.

Faced with Stark's price hike, Ying Zheng not only didn't get angry, but actually laughed.

He, Qin Shi Huang, had roamed the world — when had he ever been provoked like this!

"One hundred thousand taels of gold!"

As the words fell, the entire food shop fell utterly silent.