Chapter 508: If You

Both fat men had round faces like big apples, giving off a simple, honest impression with their unusually large, bright eyes.

The one beside Shi Hao was Cao Yusheng; the one beside Ye Fan was Duan De—there was an immense connection between them.

Cao Yusheng, also known as Duan De Mini.

In terms of character, though not exactly a good person, he was still virtuous compared to Duan De, who had risen to the top three of the Primordial Dao Path's Newcomer List.

"You! #￥"

"Biiii—ge de er!"

Gradually, Cao Yusheng fell into a disadvantage, appearing as if he could barely hold out alone.

"Enough, you fat bastard, calm down!" Ye Fan grabbed Duan De and dragged him backward, silencing the incessant chatterbox.

Though he had been suppressing laughter, the corners of his mouth had twisted slightly from the effort.

Shi Hao's side was the same—no intervention at all, only coughing to mask his embarrassment.

There was no way to avoid embarrassment; though watching the fat man curse himself was especially amusing, everyone's attention had shifted to Ye Fan's earlier cry of "I love eating beast milk."

What's their background?

To expose Huang's past like this—and Huang still endured it? And why do these two look so alike? Aside from Huang appearing older, the young man over there looked much younger.

Not just in appearance, but other similarities too—Ye Qingxian had even run behind that man's back—could it be…

"Huang's younger brother?" Tianjiao Yi asked tentatively.

What the fuck is Huang's younger brother!

Ye Fan's smile froze on his face, while Shi Hao nodded, acknowledging the claim.

"Be my brother? You're getting way too lucky." Shi Hao looked as if he were the one being cheated.

"Huang, where exactly is this place?" Taiyin Jade Rabbit pushed past Cao Yusheng blocking her way, her large red eyes curiously scanning the people around.

After she spoke, Duan De, who had still been trying to speak, stiffened, staring fixedly at her.

"Holy shit, is this the fat bastard's springtime?!" Hei Huang sensed something wrong; after glancing at Taiyin Jade Rabbit's appearance, he immediately stood on his hind legs, shielding Xiao Nannan behind him with wary eyes.

No way—this fat bastard actually likes this undeveloped type?

Ye Fan ignored Shi Hao's words—after all, his current cultivation level couldn't match the other's. He was only thinking how to explain this mess to the group; the situation was chaotic, the explanation complex, and the matters involved too numerous and too profound.

He never expected Shi Hao had brought so many people—had thought he'd only brought two beauties.

But it was normal; as time passed, such cross-world gatherings, including his own side, had no intention of hiding them from too many people.

First, the people around him wouldn't leak anything—even Duan De was scheming how to scam opportunities over, not how to make a spectacle.

Second, the chat group's active control remained firmly in his hands.

"Don't ask where this place is, and don't probe others' origins," Shi Hao said after watching the chat group's discussion for a while. "Time and space have no boundaries here. Don't stir up trouble—we're here just to enjoy ourselves."

He took out the spatial item containing the Three Demons of Shituo Ridge and handed it to Song Shuhang's several Spirit Chefs; such a massive size and this level of ingredient couldn't be handled by Weigong Shilang alone—stronger Spirit Chefs were needed.

With Shi Hao saying this, others stopped probing—but when it came to introductions…

"Ye Fan?! The Lord of the Forbidden Zone?!" Qing Lian and others recalled the rumors they'd heard recently, their gazes now filled with reverence.

Ye Fan's eyelid twitched—he looked at Su Lin, wanting him to settle the price for the eighteen pieces of Creation Gold at a high rate.

"I forgot to wake up that shitty witch," Su Lin glanced at the reincarnator's wristwatch on his left wrist. "I'll go get her. You guys chat."

Some say the mad True Immortal of the Immortal Palace, in his chaotic madness, warned other factions that Shi Hao had allied with ominous, strange taboos and would…

Bring the most terrifying light to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, ordering the Immortal Palace to capture Shi Hao at all costs and extract his secrets.

But after saying this, he became utterly rational, his aura divine, warning everyone not to believe his mad self, confessing remorse for his past cowardice and survivalist behavior, and commanding the Immortal Palace not to provoke Shi Hao.

Because he showed signs of breaking down to rebuild, heralding renewal, people grew even more attentive to the Forbidden Zone Lord who emerged that day.

Ye Fan's name had spread across the Three Thousand Dao States; countless factions scoured ancient texts but found no trace of him, speculating he was one of the Forbidden Zone's hidden great secrets.

"Could it be… Huang, you're actually a descendant of the Forbidden Zone Lord?!" Tianjiao Yi exclaimed. "Sorry, I won't ask about this."

Ye Fan decided to give Su Lin three more pieces of Creation Gold—leaving his name in ancient history wasn't bad.

Not long after, Li Huowang brought Yi Donglai and others: Qian Fu, Zhao Shuangdian, Zhao Lei, Wu Qi, and other Heavenly Dao Confused Siming, along with a handsome monk clad in pure white monastic robes.

Yi Donglai carried three Titan Brocade Carp; upon arrival, he immediately began searching frantically, looking extremely anxious.

When he saw Su Lin return, he shoved the fish into Ba Nanxu's hands and rushed forward, grabbing Su Lin by the shoulders.

"Just give me a straight answer!" Yi Donglai said seriously.

Su Lin was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"If you're going to kill me, just say it outright—don't keep me in suspense," Yi Donglai pointed to his chest. "You saved my life—take it back if you want."

Su Lin looked at Li Huowang—hadn't he already explained clearly?

"Didn't have time," Li Huowang chuckled awkwardly.

When he invited Yi Donglai over, Yi Donglai had turned ashen-faced, finished his last will with the other Confused Siming; the atmosphere had been so heavy, Li Huowang couldn't bring himself to interrupt.

Learning that everything had been a misunderstanding, Yi Donglai exhaled in relief.

"Here, have this to calm your nerves," Su Lin placed a black square block into Yi Donglai's hand.

"What's this? Food?" Yi Donglai blinked, then put it in his mouth.

One bite.

All the Confused Siming except Li Huowang collapsed onto the ground simultaneously.

"Doctor Yi?" Li Huowang moved swiftly, catching Yi Donglai before he fell.

This Creation Gold isn't meant for the Heavenly Dao to eat—why did Yi Donglai collapse after consuming it?

"What did you say?"

Li Huowang grew anxious—he leaned his ear close to Yi Donglai's mouth.

Yi Donglai's pupils were dilated, his mouth slightly open, one hand reaching out as if trying to grasp something.

【Again】

What again?

【Give】

"Give me one more—this one contains too pure a essence."

Yi Donglai

Grabbing Li Huowang's hand, he hurriedly said: "Ten more, fifty thousand—I can crush Fu Sheng Tian under my feet!"

Li Huowang released Yi Donglai without expression, letting him lie on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, an administrator receives thirty-six per year—fifty thousand? Why don't you just rob a bank?

More and more people arrived, until even the property once purchased by the Medic Master became cramped.

"Teacher, is it still possible to turn back now?" Xiao Yan saw the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon locked in physical conflict with Duan De and Black Emperor, clutching Chen Nan like a weapon of deterrence—Chen Nan clearly had no intention of indulging the rogue dragon, having drawn forth something resembling a Bow That Shoots Down the Sun.

Meanwhile, Li Huowang's Dao seemed to have attracted something, now surrounded by three or four people hovering around Su Lin: "This is for my child—go away!"

"You could propose no alcohol today," the Medic Zunzhe glanced at his own disciple.

Xiao Yan instinctively rejected: "Then what's the point of this gathering?! Just a little, just a little more!"

"Do as you please!" The Medic Master shook his head, sighed deeply, then chose to return to slumber within his ring.

The Continent of Battle Qi is too small to contain this host of Celestials.

They must be sent to the Upper Realm at least.

Seeing his teacher fall silent, Xiao Yan scratched his head and addressed the crowd: "Change venues."

System Prompt: This flesh has been identified as Dragon-type, True Dragon Family.

Recipe: "One Hundred and Eight Ways to Prepare Dragon Flesh" and "The Tongue of the Mountains and Seas" have been distributed.

"Wei friend, what's wrong?" Bie Xue Xianji put down her knife and asked: "Your complexion looks odd."

"Nothing—I'm Wei Gong," Weigong Shilang observed how Bie Xue Xianji and her sect elders processed ingredients, imitating them while reactivating the spiritual energy trapped within the dead flesh.

"Come to think of it," Weigong Shilang lifted his head and gazed at the sky: "I'm supposed to be a Sword Cultivator, aren't I?"

Why do I feel like I'm drifting further and further from the Culinary Dao?

Wait—I'm supposed to be a Magician.

"Shilang"

"Never mind. This is fine as it is."

Feeling the sudden attack from the petite girl behind him, Weigong Shilang turned toward the banquet already underway, a smile tugging at his lips: "Hey, Ilia, I'm cooking."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please feel free to use this place."

A man hidden beneath a cloak, his face unseen, glanced at the pills inside the box in his hand—just the scent of the pills made him feel his Nine-Star Star Dou Zong bottleneck trembling.

"This is the territory of our Soul Sect's Prisoner of Heaven, Yuanshi Tianzun. For the next half-month, you need not fear interruption."

He closed the box, glanced at the strongest among them—the Eight-Star Star Dou Zong, the man in black robes encircled by flaming clouds—then turned and shattered through space, departing.

The sealed barrier had made entry and exit difficult, yet he forcibly tore open space to leave—evidence of immense depth and power.

"The Soul Sect's Guardian is terrifying indeed," Meng Qi said solemnly, gripping Gu Xiaosang's hand: "Wife, if things turn bad, remember to hide behind me."

Gu Xiaosang smiled warmly and nodded: "I thought you'd want me to hide in your arms."

"Too many people here—it wouldn't be proper," Meng Qi grinned shamelessly.

"What the heck is a Soul Sect Guardian?" Feng Baobao tugged at Zhang Chuang's sleeve, whose face remained expressionless and silent.

Zhang Chuang: "Eat."

"Oh." Feng Baobao nodded: "Why don't you eat, then?"

Zhang Chuang pressed his forehead, closing his eyes where tears shimmered: "I'm full."

"Don't worry—this time, absolutely no problems," Su Lin patted his chest in front of Xiao Yan, withdrawing his meaningful gaze from Meng Qi:

"I told you to eat, not to binge-drink—where would I get so much Zui Xian Niang for you all to Xiao Huohuo? Come on, let's clink."

"What is this?" Xiao Yan sniffed the emerald liquid in the stone cup and instantly felt his spirit expand and refresh.

A single sip—its rich celestial energy made him grow warm and flushed.

"Imperial Dew from the Heavenly Court," Su Lin raised his thumb.

Xiao Yan: ""

If this cup weren't so priceless, I'd smash it in your face.

Strictly speaking, Xiao Huohuo today is just freeloading—he only provided the venue—but why does it feel like the risk and reward are perfectly balanced?!

"Relax—times have changed," Su Lin's cheeks flushed slightly as he deliberately immersed himself in the state of an ordinary cultivator:

"Once they set up the ninety-nine layers of killing arrays, thirty-six small worlds, seventy-two celestial caverns, and three thousand magical arrays—with Kuangdao Bawang's Absolute Blade, Dala Sword Embryo, and Tianqing Yu Xu Sword as their cores—"

"Even Sun Wukong won't escape!"

Slightly drunk, Xiao Yan instantly snapped awake at these words.

Brother, you guys are even more terrifying than Sun Wukong—how could a monkey compare to you?!

"By the way, Ye Dahei is treating—why are you eating alone?" Su Lin teased Xiao Yan:

"Everyone else brought their families—why aren't you bringing your wife? Look at Lu Mingfei—he brought his whole clan."

"Cai Lin is about to give birth—she needs a quieter environment," Xiao Yan shook his head: "I'll pack some for her later."

Su Lin waved across to Tang Lao, Xia Mi, and the others, his gaze lingering meaningfully on Teacher Daye and Chu Zihang.

"Everyone's still in the throes of youthful romance—you and Li Huowang got married early. Boring."

"That's actually good news."

Xiao Yan exhaled in relief—he'd been afraid Su Lin would find it interesting.

"Zhang Chuang, Miss Kelaien, Ge Xiaolun, and Zhong Li—when they arrive, the five of us bachelors will have our own table," Su Lin stood and called out: "Miss Kelaien, go rinse your mouth first."

Facing Su Lin's malicious slander, the Fool paid no mind, merely gliding past Su Lin to stand beside Yi Leina, shifting his gaze away.

"In the past, it was wrong of me and Lu Mingfei to keep making such jokes," Kleen said. "Perhaps you might reconsider—this way, you benefit, I benefit, everyone benefits."

Yi Leina smiled and asked in return, "What are you talking about?"

Su Lin held his wine cup and asked in confusion, "What are those two riddlers doing?"

Lu Mingfei, walking toward them, fell silent for several seconds, then raised his cup and said, "If you're a brother, drink it all!"

"Drink." Su Lin nodded.

Xiao Yan set down his heart, which had been hanging, as he looked at the temporary gathering site nearly completed—no trace remained of the once-spacious palace or the outer city.

"Drink!"

Today, we all break through the heavens together!

Strange flames flew wildly, releasing terrifying energy.

Snowflakes drifting across the sky,

suddenly paused for a moment, then swiftly melted away.

At the peak of Qianshan, Xiao Xun'er's beautiful eyes revealed disbelief and deep emotion; she gazed at the sovereign figure within the sea of fire and murmured:

"Xiao Yan brother?"