Chapter 1998

He had already launched a counterattack, although it was the Prison Immortal Tower's own idea of a counterattack.

Actually, Ye Zhangqing simply didn't care about the Prison Immortal Tower at all; he was only doing it for the Good Review Points.

They had been anxiously waiting for the result, and not long after, it was dinner time.

Prison Immortal Town is surrounded on all sides by dense forests, lying in a valley with towering mountains on every side.

The scenery is beautiful, and the sunset of dusk spills across the streets, giving it quite a poetic atmosphere.

However, the passersby seem to have no mind to appreciate such beauty, hurrying to and fro with quick steps.

Many even employed movement techniques, dashing out of town with sparks and lightning trailing behind them.

And the location of Prison Immortal Tower is absolutely the prime spot in Prison Immortal Town, the necessary route for leaving the town.

To be safe, the fat shopkeeper deliberately selected several clever waiters to actively solicit customers outside.

But these waiters, standing on the street at this moment, were all dumbfounded.

They only saw silhouettes flashing past all around, moving so fast it was astonishing; those who didn't know thought something was chasing them from behind, and they hurriedly fled for their lives.

"How are we supposed to solicit customers like this?"

"Yeah, I hadn't even seen them clearly before they were already past."

"It looks like they're all leaving town, surely heading to that canteen tavern."

"You say this, but we need to figure out what to do now—it's been over half an hour, and not a single person has entered."

The few of them, anxious as fire, discussed, "This is ridiculous—do you really need to make such a fuss over a meal?"

Moreover, our Prison Immortal Tower is at least the best tavern in town, yet you don't even glance at it—it's hurtful.

At least take a look; such a big sign is hanging outside, yet you can't see it.

In fact, the passersby really didn't see it; they completely avoided looking at Prison Immortal Tower, their minds set on going to the canteen to eat.

If they go late, the queue time is too long, they'd have to wait half a day.

Silhouettes whooshed past the doorway, and as time passed, the few waiters at Prison Immortal Tower grew increasingly panicked.

Without regard for anything else, they finally managed to block a cultivator whose cultivation was somewhat weaker and speed somewhat slower.

This person is also a resident of the town, young in age, and their cultivation is currently only at the Shèngjìng realm.

Originally rushing anxiously toward the canteen, they were intercepted midway by these waiters from Prison Immortal Tower.

Frowning, but before they could lose their temper, one of the waiters broke into a smile and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, our Prison Immortal Tower today is offering a grand hospitality—all dishes and immortal brews are...................."

"No need."

However, before they could finish speaking, this person simply bypassed them and vanished quickly.

They were left dumbfounded—could you at least let someone finish speaking?

That entire night, not a single person entered Prison Immortal Tower.

The fat shopkeeper worried to the point of near depression, and that night went again to find Zhao Buzhu.

The two discussed all night; the next day, Prison Immortal Tower directly offered free unlimited eating—all dishes and immortal brews, costing nothing.

Yet even so, when mealtime arrived, still no one paid any attention.

Not even anyone noticed Prison Immortal Tower's hospitality offer; that sign was simply not looked at.

Left with no choice, the fat shopkeeper had to personally go out and intercept a familiar customer they got along well with on the street.

"Little Ma Brother."

This person is Ma Lin's eldest son, previously a regular at Prison Immortal Tower, and has a good private relationship with the fat shopkeeper.

Before, when idle, they'd come to Prison Immortal Tower to drink, and they quite liked a musician there, having already spent many immortal crystals on them, yet never succeeded— the person is too honest.

This time, having intercepted them, the fat shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Little Ma Brother, today Prison Immortal Tower's hospitality offers all dishes and immortal brews for free, not a single coin."

"Oh, congratulations, I have other matters, I won't say more."

Upon hearing this, Little Ma appeared absent-minded, didn't stop their steps, gave a casual reply, and was about to go past the fat shopkeeper.

Hearing those words, the fat shopkeeper's face darkened, "Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"I told you our hospitality—free food and immortal brews—what are you congratulating me for? What's there to congratulate?"

Face darkening, brows furrowed, the fat shopkeeper, in a moment of urgency, grabbed Little Ma.

Hurriedly, they said.

"Little Ma Brother, I said today's dishes and immortal brews are free; also, the musician is free—you aren't fond of........................"

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go, or I'll slap you to death later."

Before they finished speaking, another person flashed by nearby, saw Little Ma being held by the fat shopkeeper, and kindly reminded them.

Seeing this, the fat shopkeeper startled, and Little Ma became even more agitated, shaking off the fat shopkeeper's hand and said angrily.

"Get out of the way, what's there to eat? I've gone on a grain fast."

Having said that, they flickered away and vanished, leaving only the fat shopkeeper with a twitching mouth corner.

"You've gone on a grain fast? Then what the hell are you going to do now?"

Another day with no customers; after these two days, the fat shopkeeper was certain it had nothing to do with price.

"It's already free, yet no one comes—do we have to pay to do business?"

That evening, the fat shopkeeper again sat together with Zhao Buzhu to discuss this matter.

"Master, the problem definitely isn't the price; there must be some other cause."

"Hmm, I know."

Upon hearing that, Zhao Buzhu also looked grim, momentarily at a loss for ideas.

In the room, the two remained silent for a long time; neither spoke, neither knowing what to do.

Finally, it was Zhao Buzhu, the family head, who spoke up.

"For now, we can only go ourselves; as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy and you will win a hundred battles. For now there is no other way, so we can only go and see for ourselves."

"Ah, there's nothing else we can do. Then shall I go together with the family head tomorrow?"

Hearing that, Pang Zhanggui sighed and replied, while Zhao Buzhu nodded.

"Good, tomorrow we'll go together for lunch."

The next day, Prison Immortal Tower remained desolate, while the canteen outside the town was still overcrowded.

Even after Fàn diǎn had passed and the doors were closed, there were still many people queuing up; basically, everyone who had nothing to do was there.

They were queuing for lunch; now the line for noon moves a bit faster.

Everyone simply began Xiūliàn on the main road, and as Fàn diǎn approached, more and more people rushed back.

In an instant, the main road became completely lively, bustling beyond compare.

And Zhao Buzhu and Pang Zhanggui also mingled in the crowd, watching this scene; Pang Zhanggui couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"I'm afraid the whole town has come."

Looking around, everywhere are people; this Prison Immortal Town has so few residents, yet now it seems everyone has gathered here.

"What on earth is going on with this place? Even at the peak of Prison Immortal Tower's prosperity, there were never this many people."

"Envious."

Just as Pang Zhanggui's words fell, a commotion arose ahead of the crowd, and many people shouted excitedly.

"The door is open, the door is open."

"Don't push, I haven't gotten my meal yet."

"Don't panic, there's enough for everyone, come one by one."