Chapter 126

Yaochi watched as the dish she had been thinking about during the inspection was eaten by Haotian on the first bite, and her mindset completely collapsed.

Haotian, Haotian, you've grown quite capable!

Today I'll first give you face; tomorrow, let you reminisce a bit about childhood care, and give you a dignified way to die.

Yaochi restrained her aura, making it impossible for anyone to detect even the slightest trace.

Haotian, happily eating braised pork, inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, subconsciously glanced toward Yaochi, but detected nothing abnormal at all.

Strange.

Haotian muttered to himself, then calmed down and continued devouring the braised pork.

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Remember, your hands must absolutely not shake—this is the final moment!"

"Perseverance is victory!"

On the other side, the Queen Mother had already finished a plate of Hong Lu Zhu Tui, while here, the eight immortals' second peach was just reaching its end.

Only to see the immortals one by one holding their breath, a thin layer of sweat appearing on their foreheads, eyes fixed tightly, some even gathering magical power in their pupils, fearing to miss even the slightest detail.

The immortal wielding the knife also felt pressure multiply, palms soaked with sweat, arms slightly trembling.

At the final cut, the knife-wielding immortal's heart pounded violently, unable to hold back, he exerted force.

Crack!

The peach was completely cut open, yet everyone's faces instantly changed.

Only to see on the last two quarters of the peach, at the tip, there were some slight slants.

Everyone's gaze stopped on that peach with a trace extra.

"Listen to me, in terms of age, I should be a few years older than all of you—this peach belongs to me, isn't that fair?"

One immortal laughed heartily, revealing the expression of an elder offering earnest advice.

"You'd better cut down on the farting here!" another immortal flared with righteous indignation.

"Seniority counts for nothing—only having seniority without strength is all empty talk. I, a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal in cultivation, even if I humbly claim to be only early-stage peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, should rightfully be first!"

"So then, this larger peach should be mine!" that immortal said matter-of-factly, one hand reaching toward the large peach.

"Bold!"

"Traitor!"

"Scoundrel, how dare you!"

The other immortals glared angrily and directly knocked away that person's thieving hand.

"As the saying goes, treasures belong to the virtuous—discussing virtue, I have done good deeds for millions of years, never fought, so this large peach should be mine."

"Nonsense, I think it should be decided by appearance!"

Those eight immortals argued like scolding market women—no one yielded, no solution, for this is a nine-thousand-year-old peach.

Even just a tiny bit of peach flesh brings great benefit to cultivation.

The argument continued without rest.

On the Great Hall, many immortals who had finished digesting medicinal effects noticed this scene, gathered the general idea from the words, and also understood the full context.

Many who had only taken three-thousand- and six-thousand-year peaches, or even gotten none, felt unavoidable envy in their hearts, wishing they had seen it earlier.

Three nine-thousand-year peaches—say the word and they're given.

No wonder it's the Buddhist Sect.

For the Heavenly Dao to flourish, the foundation must be solid—just needing ordinary dishes, this is too worthwhile.

But those who missed the opportunity could only secretly lament their bad luck.

If it were them coming, they'd probably snatch even more frenziedly.

As for that?

Seeing these immortals about to curse the streets, the knife-wielding immortal had a black line on his face; taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he sliced at the meatier part, then carefully placed a small piece into the gap—two peaches, eight segments, perfect!

Seeing this, several immortals showed satisfied expressions, tacitly forgetting past grievances completely, with no one bringing it up again.

Beaming with joy, as if reuniting with long-lost relatives.

"You go first."

"You go first."

Yaochi on the high seat watched, speechless, wishing to blast these immortals straight out, embarrass them publicly—is this what the Heavenly Court's immortals are like?

Replace them!

The knife-wielding immortal was just about to store his spirit sword.

"Wait!" an immortal with sharp eyes and quick hands made a gesture of extending five fingers to stop.

"Cultivation Alliance Honorific, may the Almsgiving Monk help you clean the peach juice from your blade?" that immortal swallowed saliva, eager to speak.

Exactly!

They hadn't thought of it—other immortals holding peaches, about to eat, had their eyes light up: every bit of the peach is treasure, absolutely cannot be wasted!

"Cultivation Alliance Honorific, I have ten thousand Spirit Stones here—may the Almsgiving Monk lick a bite?"

"Cultivation Alliance Honorific, don't listen to him—I offer one Golden Immortal-level spirit treasure!"

Here, the immortals fought over peaches uncontrollably, while over there, Maitreya Buddha ate so delightfully, ten tables arranged in a circle, just looking at it shows it's not ordinary strong.

The immortal attendants about to serve dishes were dazed, holding the dishes, unsure what to do—serve those immortals, or place them on the table?

How did this table end up all the way over to Maitreya Buddha's side?

Seeing the immortal attendants, Maitreya Buddha was unusually amiable, wiped his mouth, pointed with his hand, and said happily: "Just place it here."

The foremost immortal attendant stared blankly at the table surrounded by Maitreya Buddha, confirming it should be placed like this?

Randomly placing it like this isn't proper either—helpless, they glanced at the high seat of the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, but everyone was busy eating, who would notice such a thing?

"Serve the food quickly!" Maitreya Buddha could hardly wait any longer, he was just about to bang his rice bowl.

Ten tables of food, it's nowhere near enough to eat, and he doesn't even look at his own physique, looking down on who!

There was nothing to be done, the immortal attendants had no choice but to steel themselves and set out another ten tables.

"Hey, you guys look." Tianpeng seemed to have seen something interesting, he pointed toward Maitreya Buddha's side and shouted at Yang Jian and Nezha.

"Maitreya Buddha can really eat." Nezha let out a soft cry of surprise.

The things he's eating are almost catching up to him alone, right?

"It should be some kind of innate divine ability."

Yang Jian's gaze was sharp, he observed carefully, this big belly definitely isn't simple.

Tianpeng slammed the table, his eyes full of envy: "If I had this many flat peaches, I would definitely trade too!"

What use are flat peaches? Isn't fragrant food better?

Although Monkey Brother's dishes and the shopkeeper Chen's difference is still quite obvious, at least the flavor is absolutely not lacking.

As for the flat peaches, doesn't he find the series of drinks from Chaos Residence fragrant?

Maitreya Buddha's strange state shocked all the immortals present—Buddha, eating meat, and even trading flat peaches for dishes?

Those immortals who had just refined the flat peaches' effects and hadn't had time to eat the dishes flashed, lowered their heads to look at their own portion, wondering, could this thing really be this delicious?

They hadn't never eaten before, but...

Some attentive immortals noticed that this time's dishes, from the appearance alone, were far better than before, although so much time had passed, they still remembered.

Carrying some doubts, with a mindset of trying, all the immortals who hadn't eaten before started eating happily.

"Mmm, delicious!"

"I've never eaten anything this delicious before!"

The immortals instantly sank into indulgence, forgot themselves, for a moment, praises never ceased, each immortal began to eat with their heads down.

Faces glistening with oil, like hungry ghosts reborn, wine cups crossing and clashing, seeing the crowd's demeanor, those immortals distributing flat peaches were somewhat dumbfounded.