Chapter 89: Barbecue Shop Opening

Two days later, on the morning of June 27.

In the headquarters of the Warwolf Gang, Tianmen Town, the boss’s office.

Cang Luo awoke from cultivation; the injuries caused by the Destruction Body Divine Art had healed that very night under the infinite Qi’s healing power—faster than expected. He had thought he’d need several days of rest, and now he was pleasantly surprised.

Moreover, Cang Luo discovered that each time he used the Destruction Body Divine Art, suffered injury, and then recovered, his bones, meridians, and muscles strengthened slightly—just like how his Qi awareness increased after being depleted and restored.

“This isn’t like a Saiyan? Every injury makes me stronger.” Cang Luo chuckled bitterly.

For the past two days, he had been cultivating, consuming demon cores to reach the Martial General realm as soon as possible.

He looked inward again at his dantian, and immediately frowned.

Inside the dantian, the sea of Qi composed of Thunder, Yang, and Void attributes showed no change in the nine milky-white gaseous Qi wheels—they had not solidified, nor had they strengthened.

Cang Luo had only recently entered the martial path, less than two months, and was still a lowly first-rank cultivator, a Warrior in cultivation base, with no experience in advancement—he didn’t know what conditions were needed for the Qi wheels to evolve.

Xuan Qingqing had once said that when a Warrior advances, the nine Qi wheels inside the dantian merge into one stronger wheel—but she never specified the exact conditions or method.

Does the fusion happen automatically once the conditions are met, or must one actively force it?

If it’s automatic, what are those conditions?

Is it insufficient Qi reserves? Cang Luo felt he had hit a bottleneck; his rate of Qi absorption was slowing.

Or are the Qi wheels not strong enough? Should he refine them further? But to what degree?

If it’s the latter, how does one actively merge them?

Cang Luo tried—he activated the core technique, driving the nine Qi wheels into frantic rotation.

Yet they merely spun in place, showing no sign of merging whatsoever.

Cang Luo was frustrated. In his view, a first-rank Warrior differed little from an ordinary person—just faster, stronger, more agile, and with greater physical resilience.

Though that was still powerful—an invincible force among Earth humans—could a first-rank Warrior withstand blades and bullets?

Cang Luo believed he could not—at least not as a Warrior of the ninth layer.

As the saying went: no matter how high your martial skill, a cleaver still fears a knife!

If even a cleaver could kill him, how could he ever return to Earth to seek revenge or protect his family? His own life would be at the mercy of any sniper...

Only by advancing to Martial General and condensing Qi into Gangqi could he truly become a martial artist—immune to Earth’s cold weapons and firearms.

Gangqi could be used for offense—cutting through iron like mud, splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

It could also be used for defense; if it could cut through iron, it should certainly block bullets.

This was the martial artist Cang Luo envisioned!

A martial artist on Earth, fearless of firearms, free to roam without restraint!

He couldn’t speak for other Martial Generals, but if he became one, he could say it with certainty.

Condensing and maintaining Gangqi consumed Qi—but Cang Luo possessed infinite Qi, allowing him to sustain Gangqi indefinitely at zero cost.

Just thinking about it made him feel overwhelmingly powerful.

Advancing to Martial General was urgent!

“But how exactly do I advance to Martial General?”

Cang Luo grew frustrated again. After racking his brain, he realized he had no choice but to ask someone—the books didn’t say.

“Who should I ask?”

Cang Luo thought: the Warwolf Gang members were all Warriors—they likely didn’t know, and even if they did, he didn’t want to ask them. It would be beneath him. He was the boss.

Suddenly, Cang Luo realized how few people he had actually interacted with since his transmigration—most of the past two months had been spent among demons in the Beast Forest.

The only Martial Generals he could speak with were Xuan Qingqing and Director Liang. Xuan Qingqing was out of the question—he didn’t want to interact with her.

A beauty brings disaster; too much contact would only lead to trouble.

Besides, he couldn’t just go and see her anyway—she was the Sect Master’s daughter, an inner disciple; even outer disciples couldn’t enter the inner sect...

That left only Director Liang.

Having made his decision, Cang Luo withdrew his Qi awareness and ended his inner observation—when suddenly, he noticed something odd within his body.

The appendix, previously used as a sacrifice to subdue the first-rank demon beast, the Mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf, had reappeared!

What was going on?

Hadn’t it vanished? No one ever said the appendix could regrow!

Cang Luo froze, then considered a possibility: could it be due to the infinite Qi? Could its healing power be so potent that it regenerated organs?

Cang Luo was stunned. He had long wondered whether infinite Qi could regenerate severed limbs—but dared not test it on himself, so he’d never known.

Now it seemed: if it could regenerate an organ, it could surely regenerate a severed limb.

Cang Luo calculated: he had subdued the Husky on May 24; today was June 27—exactly one month and three days had passed for the appendix to regrow. Not fast, not slow.

“If I lost a hand, how long would it take to grow back?”

Cang Luo sighed and shook his head—he wouldn’t dare test it on his own hand. Not only could he not endure the pain of amputation, but what if it took half a year or a year to regrow?

Would he have to be disabled for that entire time?

Besides, limb regeneration would draw too much attention. Though he didn’t know if such a thing existed on the Martial World, no Warrior could possibly achieve it.

If his regeneration ability were discovered, suspicion and surveillance would follow—and eventually expose the satellite. So Cang Luo decided to let nature take its course.

Suppressing his excitement, he prepared to seek out Director Liang—when another thought struck him, and his heart quickened.

Could this newly regrown appendix be used again as a sacrifice to subdue demon beasts?

If so, couldn’t he build an entire army of demon beasts?

Use the appendix to subdue a beast, regenerate it, subdue another, regenerate again, subdue another...

Repeat this cycle—one beast per month, twelve per year!

Then, in battle, summon his beasts to overwhelm the enemy, while he, as commander, directed an army of demon beasts fueled by infinite Qi...

Cang Luo was utterly stunned, lost in the fantasy of his demon beast army.

After a long while, he murmured excitedly: “I’ll go test it in the Beast Forest.”

But not now—his barbecue shop’s opening was imminent. He was busy training staff and grill masters, and planned to head to the Beast Forest after training.

Half an hour later, in the southwest corner of the outer sect training ground of Xuantian Sect.

Director Liang stared at Cang Luo in utter astonishment—he tried to recall when he’d last seen the boy. It had been about a month ago.

Back then, he was only Warrior Level Seven. Now, just one month later, he had advanced to Warrior Level Nine.

Moreover, according to Li Zhanxing and others, this boy had founded a gang—and it had grown remarkably well. In just one month, nearly everyone in his gang had advanced a level.

Hmph, this year’s year-end evaluation looks promising.

Director Liang grew even more pleased as he looked at Cang Luo, and remembering his purpose, he said at once: “You’re ready to merge your Qi wheels and advance to Martial General? Has your Qi started overflowing yet?”

Cang Luo thought a moment and replied: “It hasn’t overflowed yet, but my Qi absorption rate has slowed significantly these past few days.”

Director Liang nodded: “Then you’re still a bit short. Wait until you can’t absorb any more Qi—that’s when you’re ready. Then buy a Fusion Qi Pill, lock yourself in seclusion, and you’ll likely break through to Martial General in a single night.”

“What grade is the Fusion Qi Pill? How much does it cost?” Cang Luo asked quickly.

“There are many types of Fusion Qi Pills. A Yellow-grade Superior one will suffice. The Alchemy Pavilion sells them for one hundred low-grade Qi stones.”

Director Liang added, sensing Cang Luo likely couldn’t afford it: “You could also break through in battle. Combat is the most effective way to stimulate the Qi wheels and forge your will.”

Cang Luo indeed didn’t have that much. He had only forty-odd first-rank demon cores and a dozen low-grade Qi stones, plus some silver taels—totaling barely seventy low-grade Qi stones.

The demon cores were given to him by Wang Fuhai—essentially his boss’s salary. Cang Luo hadn’t wanted them, but then he thought: on the Martial World, rank determines reward; the strong deserve more, so he took them.

The dozen low-grade Qi stones and silver taels came from looting Zhang Zhen and his four companions. He’d also taken Zhang Zhen’s great cleaver—but didn’t keep it. It was just an ordinary weapon, worthless, and risky to carry—he’d rather leave it behind.

Cang Luo nodded, thanked Director Liang, and returned to the Warwolf Gang headquarters.

It was time for training.

The barbecue shop’s manager, Yin Mengruo; her assistant, Xiang Yunjiao; three chefs sent by Wang Fuhai’s family; and five maidservants as waitresses—these were the primary trainees.

Additionally, some Warwolf Gang members were present as observers—they’d serve as security for the future Warwolf Barbecue Shop.

As soon as Cang Luo arrived, everyone rose to greet him. He wasted no time and began training immediately.

The training was divided into two parts: first, barbecue techniques; second, marketing strategies...

Several days later, July 1.

On the 27th day of the fifth month in the Martial World calendar—a favorable day for opening a business.

On a bustling street in Tianmen Town leading directly to the outer sect of Xuantian Sect, crowds surged, voices rose, and many shops opened today—weapons shops, alchemy shops, pawnshops...

One shop stood out, flanked by two rows of flower baskets. Its sign read: “Warwolf Barbecue”—the Warwolf Gang’s barbecue shop—and it was already open for business.

The shop was spacious—fifty square meters—with simple furnishings: tables and chairs, an order counter, a cash register, three multi-functional barbecue grills, and a row of “large refrigerators” lined against the wall.

The “large refrigerators” were Cang Luo’s own design: no ice inside, but inscribed with a cold-generating array to preserve ingredients.

On top of the refrigerators lay prepared ingredients: vegetables, demon beast meat, noodles, and more.

The three multi-functional grills were placed at the entrance—capable of grilling, frying, and pan-searing...

Cang Luo reasoned: placing the grills at the entrance would attract customers—the aroma would spread for miles.

The cash register and order counter stood in a corner near the entrance, where Yin Mengruo and Xiang Yunjiao stood in uniform, waiting for customers to order.

At this moment, every member of the Warwolf Gang was present—but not as shareholders. As customers.

In short: they were shills...