Chapter 120

"Yang Dage, you don't usually attend the Peach Banquet, do you?"

Nezha also knows how strained the relationship between Yang Dage and the Jade Emperor is.

Yang Jian furrowed his sword brows, tilting his head somewhat unnaturally as he said: "As an official appointed by the Heavenly Court, coming once is perfectly reasonable."

If it weren't for my mother's strong insistence this time, I wouldn't have come.

Although I know Haotian meant no harm, after all, he caused such consequences; even if there's been some improvement, I still can't fully accept it.

Nezha thought this reason was rather weak, yet there were no flaws in it, though he didn't bother to press further.

Since Yang Dage doesn't want to talk about it, let it be.

Anyway, it's quite nice to come together for a feast and drinks.

I just don't know how this wine banquet compares to the food at Chaos Residence.

The food at Chaos Residence is truly, when I recall it, wonderfully delightful!

Nezha couldn't help but narrow his eyes, revealing a happy smile.

If the food standard at this Heavenly Palace banquet could reach even one-tenth of Chaos Residence's, today wouldn't have been in vain for me.

However, according to past memories, this could be said to be a luxury; as for the peaches, I can at most get one three-thousand-year-old peach.

"Yo, isn't that Erlang Shen?" A slightly cheeky voice interrupted their thoughts.

Only see a sturdy, somewhat plump immortal squeeze over.

It's Tianpeng.

Yang Jian raised his sword brows, mockingly saying: "Isn't this the Heavenly Court War God, Tianpeng Marshal? What wind blew you here?"

"Heavenly Court War God?"

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Nezha froze, then incredulously stared at Tianpeng's plump body: Him?

Is this a joke?

The prestige of the Heavenly Court War God is earned through battle; nowadays, only Yang Dage truly deserves the title.

As for those old-timers, they fundamentally don't care about such titles.

Saying something boastful, even if Yang Dage were excluded, by seniority it should be my turn, Nezha.

What share does Tianpeng have in this?

Even if Tianpeng's strength has skyrocketed now, he still isn't qualified!

Scratching his head awkwardly, he hehe laughed: "Yang Jian, wasn't I just saying that earlier? As for...?"

Glancing lightly, Yang Jian mercilessly said: "You can take on me and a group alone; this Heavenly Court War God position, you truly deserve it!"

Upon these words, Tianpeng's face flushed red, he hurriedly looked around, discovering no other immortals noticed.

Oh, so they set up a formation array, huh.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where's that bear?" Yang Jian glanced behind Tianpeng, finding no trace of the bear.

Compared to Tianpeng, that dog bear's face is what people find annoying; clearly a bear, yet he acts like a fox borrowing a tiger's might to the fullest!

That arrogant face is seriously asking for a beating.

"Xiong Dao Ren, he's at my manor." Tianpeng's tutor called out affectionately, no way, who let him be the one constantly flattered?

He actually wanted to bring Xiong Dao Ren to see the grand scenes he constantly mentions, but unfortunately Xiong Dao Ren isn't yet an official Heavenly Court position, and his reputation is obscure.

He fundamentally lacks the qualification to participate.

Not coming is fine; Yang Jian nodded, his mood instantly brightened considerably.

If that Senior Brother were here, seeing me would immediately start speaking grandly, then all of the Heavenly Court would have to take Yang Jian as a joke.

Nezha looked speechless, feeling he and these two people were fundamentally not from the same world, and before, Tianpeng and Yang Dage also had no interaction, right?

How come they look so familiar?

"I don't know how this banquet will turn out?"

"How will it turn out? Just a six-thousand-year-old peach, that's all."

"Six-thousand-year-old? Impressive, I usually only get two three-thousand-year-olds."

"All better than me,

I don't even have a peach!"

The Heavenly Court immortals began discussing the Peach Banquet, but only talking about the peach specifications, not mentioning the banquet itself.

Clearly, these immortals are all here for the peaches.

Getting peaches, they want better ones, even wanting to grab a few more.

Those who didn't get peaches want to test their luck, see if they have a share this time.

Anyway, most don't care about the dishes at the banquet, after all, they're all old clichés, already tiresome.

Only those immortals who saw Sun Wukong's food competition have a bit more curiosity.

Some immortals' conversation wasn't set up with a soundproof array, and their talk also reached Tianpeng's ears.

Hehe laughing, Tianpeng mysteriously said: "Do you know who the head chef is this time?"

"Who else could it be? That monkey, right?" Nezha rolled his eyes, instinctively stepped back, wanting to stay away from Tianpeng.

I thought Tianpeng would say something else, turns out it's just this, something every Heavenly Court immortal knows!

"Monkey? What monkey?" Yang Jian didn't understand.

Living in Guanjiangkou is indeed somewhat carefree; if it weren't for the Heavenly Court sending someone with the invitation, he wouldn't know to hold the Peach Banquet.

Nezha explained the origins and developments in a few words.

"I didn't expect there to be such a strangely thinking monkey demon in the Three Realms." Yang Jian nodded in surprise, strong in strength and still loves cooking.

Quite interesting.

"Yes, but it's not what I wanted to say." Marshal Feeling Proud shook his head proudly.

"Then why don't you say it?" Nezha was a bit impatient; he was an impatient person, most annoyed by people who grind their teeth.

"This Monkey Brother who cooks is no ordinary person!"

Marshal Feeling Proud deliberately paused, and only after seeing Nezha's extremely impatient expression did he slowly say: "Monkey Brother, he is none other than the apprentice of Chaos Residence Shopkeeper!"

"What?!" Yang Jian stared in shock, never expecting that this time's head chef would actually be the shopkeeper's apprentice!

That profound and unfathomable great being—his disciple must surely be someone of extraordinary talent; it seems the banquet dishes can be greatly anticipated.

I don't know how much of Chaos Residence Shopkeeper's skill this Monkey Brother mentioned by Marshal Feeling Proud possesses?

Chaos Residence Shopkeeper's apprentice?

Nezha felt a sudden confusion—no wonder that monkey was so strong; turns out he's Chaos Residence Shopkeeper's apprentice, so it makes sense.

With such an unparalleled great being, could his apprentice possibly be lacking?

Thinking this way, Nezha felt that his earlier defeat wasn't so hard to bear after all, after all, everything needs comparison.

"Hey, I forgot—you, Nezha, have never been to Chaos Residence, so you wouldn't know what it is, right?" Marshal Feeling Proud looked at Nezha's expression and assumed he knew the reason.

"Ah, right." Nezha stammered.

Marshal Feeling Proud then happily repeated the full origin and evolution of the matter, after all, he and Yang Jian had both been there.

It's no surprise that Nezha and Yang Jian are so close—knowing some inside details is nothing.

"So this world actually has such a miraculous place." Nezha looked astonished as he began to sigh.

Marshal Feeling Proud noticed nothing unusual, instead becoming even more enthusiastic; Nezha listened while responding in kind.

Only Yang Jian's brows furrowed deeper—hadn't he just said this to Nezha earlier?

Back then, Nezha's expression was already strange enough, nothing much—how come it's now that Marshal Feeling Proud speaks and Nezha sighs again, as if hearing it for the first time?

The meticulous Yang Jian instantly sensed a hint of mystery in the flavor—there's definitely something going on here!

Nezha surely knows about Chaos Residence, and besides, that day the Ox Demon King personally said Nezha received Divine Communication at Chaos Residence.

But this isn't something very hidden, especially not in front of people like him and Marshal Feeling Proud who've both been there.

This matter must have a hidden motive!