Chapter 2837: Sir, aren't you in a hurry?

Facing the invitation of the Eight Immortals Tower manager, Ajiu arrogantly raised his head, glanced around at the crowd that had just squeezed him out of shape, let out a cold snort, and then stepped toward the Eight Immortals Tower.

Along the way, the crowd voluntarily made way for him—this is the deterrent power of 1,100,000 immortal crystals.

He personally led Ajiu into the tower, all the way up to the fifth floor; this floor had only a single private room, the best private room in the Eight Immortals Tower.

Of course, the top-floor private room is not counted; that area is not open to the public.

"Please, sir, pay first."

After showing Ajiu around the private room, the Eight Immortals Tower manager smiled warmly, yet without any hint of flattery.

One million one hundred thousand—this is no small sum; payment must be made up front.

Otherwise, after Ye Zhangqing's hard work, if this guy turns out penniless, it wouldn't be a matter of whether he lives or dies; even the Eight Immortals Tower manager would feel ashamed before his master Shīzūn.

Upon hearing that, Ajiu gave him a cold stare and immediately tossed out a Space Ring.

This Space Ring is an ordinary space ring used by the Human Race, naturally prepared in advance.

As for these details, for a professional talent of the Shadow Demon Race, it's no problem at all; they had already arranged everything properly in advance.

After taking the Space Ring, he probed it with his divine sense, confirmed there were no issues, and then the Eight Immortals Tower manager smiled and spoke.

"Sir, you may order dishes—five dishes and one soup, as long as you don't exceed that."

This is the rule set by Ye Zhangqing; normally there's no problem—being able to order dishes is what gets the crowd excited.

Otherwise, on ordinary days, eating the dishes Ye Zhangqing makes leaves no choice.

But who would have thought, upon hearing this, Ajiu said nonchalantly.

"Just arrange it as you see fit."

Huh??? Not ordering dishes?

Seeing this, the Eight Immortals Tower manager frowned slightly; this kid is a bit strange.

He spent one million one hundred thousand immortal crystals and isn't ordering dishes—what the hell does he want to do?

He was suspicious in his heart, but didn't show it on the surface, still speaking with a bright smile.

"Then sir, please wait a moment; I'll go arrange it now."

"Go on, go on."

In response, Ajiu waved his hand indifferently; one million one hundred thousand is indeed a huge sum, and it also hurts him a bit.

However, looking at this exquisite private room before him, he felt somewhat consoled—at least it's definitely better than huddling in a corner.

As for that meal, Ajiu didn't have much thought about it.

Joking aside, according to Human Race terms, he's already given up grains—what food would he eat? Unless you bring some heavenly treasure, he might still be interested.

Ajiu rested comfortably in the private room, not urging the dishes to be served; with one million one hundred thousand, he might as well have bought a room to rest properly for a day.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Eight Immortals Tower manager who had returned to the top floor truthfully recounted the auction events.

Finally, he added.

"But Master Shīzūn, that kid seems strange to me; he clearly had the chance to order dishes yet didn't, letting me arrange it myself—who does that?"

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing also felt there was some issue, but what does it have to do with him? Isn't this something the Heavenly Palace should worry about?

I'm just a cook; people give me money, I cook the food; as for what to make, since the other party didn't order, I'll just arrange it as I see fit.

He glanced at the heavenly official beside him, understood Ye Zhangqing's meaning, and the heavenly official spoke softly.

"I'll arrange for someone to look into him."

"Why are you telling me this, senior?"

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing smiled helplessly; he hadn't said anything at all.

"Whether that person has a problem or not—isn't that something your Heavenly Palace should handle?"

"Let's go, to the Fire Room."

Ye Zhangqing rose and intended to go to the Fire Room; since he'd taken the money, he certainly had to work—one million one hundred thousand immortal crystals!

The Eight Immortals Tower manager didn't take a single penny; seeing Ye Zhangqing rise, he hurriedly followed up, still wearing a smile as he said.

"Master, I'll come help you."

It had been a long time since he last helped Ye Zhangqing as an assistant, and the Eight Immortals Tower manager was excited.

Being able to stay by the master's side, he could certainly learn a lot of good things—this he knew all too well.

But under normal circumstances there's basically no chance; the master is very busy, making even a meeting difficult.

He also didn't refuse the Eight Immortals Tower manager; although he was ambiguously dragged into working extra shifts, the other party was somewhat understanding, and earning one million one hundred thousand immortal crystals wasn't a loss.

Inside the Fire Room, Ye Zhangqing glanced at the ingredients and casually set the menu—none of the dishes were particularly difficult.

Since the other party hadn't ordered dishes, Ye Zhangqing naturally wouldn't be idly bored; he gave himself a challenge.

Just making some simple dishes would suffice.

He still didn't know how many people doubted his identity, but even if they did, Ajiu had confidence.

Disguise is one aspect; his identity had certainly been prepared long ago.

As a professional, identity being such a basic matter, the Shadow Demon Race naturally would not have failed to prepare.

Nothing else—just professionalism.

So even if the Heavenly Palace came to investigate him, Ajiu would have a way to respond—it's just not part of the plan.

After all, as an undercover agent, if he can avoid one matter, he will.

But since entering this Human Race's Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, Ajiu has discovered that plans and such are no longer effective.

Who the hell would have thought that inside this Human Race's immortal city there would be so many people?

Now, after spending one million one hundred thousand immortal crystals, he has only nine hundred thousand left; lying on the bed, Ajiu secretly pondered his next plan.

Just then, the door was lightly knocked, and a gentle female voice came through.

"Sir, the meal is ready."

"Enter."

In the next second, four maids appeared, holding dishes, secretly swallowing their saliva, and they pushed the door open to enter.

The aroma of the food had already made the four women drool, but because they feared death, they still dared not make the slightest improper move.

If they dared to steal a bite, the boss could throw them out of the city the next day.

After placing all the dishes, Ajiu waved his hand nonchalantly and said.

"Go on down, I don't need service."

"Young master, aren't you going to eat?"

Hearing this, one of the maids asked with a strange expression.

"No rush, I'll eat it myself later."

Huh???

As soon as these words were spoken, the four maids were completely stunned—"Not eating? With such fragrant food, how can this person hold back?"

"That shouldn't be—on the way here carrying the dishes, they could barely hold themselves back; how is this person able to restrain himself?"

"There's something wrong with this person."

"In the face of Ye Zhangqing's food, you still wait to eat later?"

The four maids exchanged a strange glance, but having no evidence for now, they said nothing more and respectfully withdrew from the room.

Moreover, the four women really could not hold back; along the way, smelling the food's aroma, they had already been addled by the scent—how could they restrain themselves now? They hurriedly left, for out of sight, out of mind is the best course.

Not noticing the maids' odd behavior, Ajiu leaned against the bed, lost in thought.