Chapter 134

The immortals who had only received a quarter of a peach had already fully digested its effects and opened their eyes.

Looking at the entire venue with intertwined bladders, some felt restless, wondering why they felt so superfluous.

Seeing each immortal exclaim in delight, indulging gluttonously, the lonely heart could no longer be restrained—so hungry!

Several immortals felt this in their hearts; they could indeed practice inedia, desiring nothing from food, yet they could not resist being infected in this grand environment.

One immortal could bear it no longer, tiptoeing over to where Maitreya Buddha was eating, smiling: "Buddha, I am starving in my belly—can you spare me a bit?"

Maitreya Buddha stopped his movements, his attitude resolute, even the smile perpetually on his face vanished.

"This is the opportunity the almsgiving monk obtained by trading peaches—clearly priced, impossible!"

"I know, I just want a little bit." That immortal also felt embarrassed, after all, he had agreed first—this counts as going back on his word.

"Facility, you are fixated on appearances." Maitreya Buddha uttered this, then ignored him further, lowered his head to continue eating, inwardly feeling some contempt.

Almsgiving is their Buddhist Sect's signature skill—still trying to take advantage from him?

They can trick him in any way, but just dream of tricking him out of his food, especially such delicious food!

Hiss!

Suddenly, upon tasting the spicy hot pot dish, Maitreya Buddha sucked in a breath of cold air, wrinkling his face.

Refreshing!

Fortunately, Maitreya Buddha had previously drunk the broth directly, boosting some immunity.

After the spiciness passed, his entire body felt an indescribable refreshment.

Seeing Maitreya Buddha completely ignore him, with no alternative, that immortal also slunk away, shaking his head helplessly at others.

Several immortals were also at a loss.

At such a grand banquet, causing trouble would purely be boredom to death, let alone they are in the wrong.

Moreover, even if they started fighting, comparing strength, Maitreya Buddha's quasi-Saint cultivation would make them seem like they're just playing around.

But lingering longer would be torment to body and mind!

This blood loss from trading peaches! 1

Unanimously, eight immortals had this thought arise in their hearts.

Wanting to cry but no tears, yet there is no regret medicine sold in this world—this can only remain their heartfelt regret.

"Second sister, are you sure you can eat this?" Yunxiao looked at Qiong Xiao, who kept picking vegetables for the hot pot, questioning doubtfully.

Such a red color—obviously extremely spicy—last time you ate sauce-board duck you already made a fool of yourself, and now you want to try again?

Besides, you're doing this in front of so many immortals of the Heavenly Court!

"I can eat it!" Qiong Xiao spoke with a serious tone and solemn expression, as if facing a great enemy—this time she must avenge her past shame!

"Second sister, add more, add more!" Bixiao chimed in from the side.

"I also want to eat something spicy."

Regarding that sauce-board duck, Bixiao still has slightly more resistance than Qiong Xiao.

Bixiao mumbled unclearly, her mouth full of meat slices cooked in the white pot, her crimson lips glowing with red light, her already vibrant face gaining even more charm.

"Junior sister, your stubborn nature should be changed a little." Jin Ling smiled slightly at Qiong Xiao.

Scooping out the fully cooked clams from the white pot, extracting the meat, sending it into the mouth.

The sea's freshness, the sauce's saltiness, and the base's rich aroma swirled in the mouth, her captivating eyes half-lidded—this appearance was the utmost beauty.

If only I could eat this called hot pot every day.

Holy Mother Jin Ling thought of beautiful things in her heart.

Her soul returned to the Investiture of the Gods, her strength forever fixed at this level—although she bears the title of Doumu Yuanjun, overseeing the Heavenly Court's Battle Department immortals, she usually leaves things unattended.

After all, the Jade Emperor would rather firmly grasp all power in his own hands.

Idle and bored, if there were such a pursuit of fine food, it would also be not bad.

Previously I thought the Queen Mother was exaggerating, but now upon reflection, it is truly a delight!

Surpassing hundreds of dishes, hot pot—truly living up to its name!

I also don't know who made this hot pot, but it's truly impressive—just with base ingredients and dipping sauce, they can create flavorful delicacies.

This feeling of self-reliance is actually rather novel.

Although they haven't met yet, Holy Mother Jin Ling has unconsciously developed considerable fondness for Chen Nuo.

"I am not boasting." Qiongxiu shook his head, tone firm—wherever he falls, he must rise again from that same place.

Qiong Xiao will not admit defeat—just a little spicy?

She has no problem even without blocking her five senses!

Seeing the timing was about right, Qiong Xiao took a deep breath, slowly lifted the meat slices from the spicy broth, stared at the red color, hesitated slightly, yet still put it into her mouth.

Then, the spiciness exploded instantly in her mouth!

Qiong Xiao's face, as white as initial snow, became covered in rosy clouds; her delicate, refined features scrunched together, only feeling her lips had gone numb.

This flavor is spicier than that sauce-board duck!

And sauce-board duck is normally cooled to room temperature, while this hot pot is boiling!

The spiciness will still spread in the heat, elevate, occupy the entire mouth, conquer the entire spirit!

Water! I want water!

At this moment, Qiong Xiao's mind held only one thought.

She hurriedly grabbed the cup beside her, without looking, poured it down her throat.

However, she fumbled, grabbed the wrong one.

"Second sister, that cup is mine for holding wine..." Bixiao noticed Qiong Xiao's action, hurriedly spoke to stop her.

But it was already too late—the wine had entered her mouth.

The Heavenly Court's alcohol is not as sweet as the Peach Blossom Brew from Chaos Residence, but rather a strong liquor, carrying a hint of spiciness.

The spiciness from the base ingredients, the spiciness from the meat slices, and the burning sensation from the strong liquor—this spiciness directly ascends to immortality.

In an instant, Qiong Xiao was completely dazed, her whole mind gone blank.

"Second sister? Second sister?" Bixiao called out a few times in confusion, but Qiong Xiao had already been numbed by the spice, showing absolutely no reaction.

How can it be this spicy?

Bixiao muttered to herself, and also picked up a meat slice from the spicy pot to try a bit, and so...

"So spicy, so spicy!" Bixiao stuck out her tongue, frantically sucking in cool air, her eyes even becoming slightly moist.

She directly picked up Qiong Xiao's cup filled with clear water, drank several large gulps in succession, only then barely stopping, but fortunately she did not follow in Qiong Xiao's footsteps.

Although it is both numbing and spicy, it is delicious!

Bixiao's mood was extremely delighted; this is a unique flavor different from the White Pot, and compared to that, the flavor of this spicy pot is even more addictive.

On the other side, Chang'e was alone, carefully savoring the flavor of each ingredient, her beautiful visage now carrying a warmth.

It seemed as if the quiet solitude of having long resided in Guanghan Palace had been dispelled by this hot pot; she did not know why she gathered around, but she especially liked the refreshing, crisp, raw bamboo shoots.

Especially the flavor when it is dipped into the spicy pot.

Such delicious food, I do not know what the Palace Master is thinking, why she did not come to this Peach Banquet?

Chang'e unconsciously thought this in her heart, but the moment the idea arose, she immediately swayed.

The Palace Master, such a peerless figure, with her tranquil mind, should not be tempted, right?

"Chang'e! Chang'e!"