Chapter 144

Follow me, work hard, study hard, and one day you'll also be able to attend a banquet of this level. Although you can't be as dismissive of nine-thousand-year peaches as I am, at least you can enjoy a six-thousand-year peach.

Tianpeng instantly painted a grand feast for Xiong Dao Ren.

The appeal of peaches to him is now rather ordinary; he truly could eat a nine-thousand-year peach if he wanted to.

Chaos Residence Shopkeeper's series of peach beverages are all made from nine-thousand-year peaches!

Not only are the effects not inferior, but they also surpass normal peach consumption in taste.

Want to try? Just buy it—wouldn't that be fine?

"Yes!" Xiong Dao Ren stood at attention, his fighting spirit high.

He will surely not disappoint Peng Ge's expectations.

Although he has awakened his divine abilities, Xiong Dao Ren's admiration for Tianpeng has not diminished but increased; without Peng Ge, there would be no today's Xiong Dao Ren, and he is certainly no forgetful bear!

He must make his name, Xiong Dao Ren, echo throughout the Three Realms!

Reach the standard to participate in the Peach Banquet!

After leaving Xiong Dao Ren, Tianpeng yawned, full from food and drink, and fell asleep—life is beautiful.

Rest first.

Tianpeng thought in his heart.

After waking up, he'll take that stupid dog along to hunt for treasure.

For this task, Tianpeng is very proactive.

On the other side, Chang'e left the banquet and returned alone to Guanghan Palace. Though Guanghan Palace is vast, it is utterly desolate.

Servants are fundamentally not allowed to enter.

Chang'e walked step by step, feeling somewhat strained; the banquet was simply too wonderful, and she couldn't help but overeat.

However, she did not directly use magic to digest; she felt this was also a kind of happiness, something she had never experienced before.

Guanghan Palace, or rather, it's still too silent. I don't know how the Palace Master has spent endless years here.

While thinking, Chang'e arrived at the Inner Chamber.

"Back?" As she entered, a voice, cold yet tinged with suppression, echoed in Chang'e's ears from the silence.

Chang'e instinctively nodded, gazing upward toward the high seat.

White gauze curtains half-draped, not a seat but more like a couch.

Graceful and varied in posture, she lay upon it, clad entirely in silver-white, yet displaying a perfect figure.

Though her jade legs were concealed by refined skirts, one could still imagine their slender, lustrous form from her bearing.

Pale wrists, bare hands, holding a plate of cheeks, eyes slightly closed, brows like a painting, jade nose upturned.

Every detail exquisite, every detail natural.

A pale silver crescent moon mark on the brow center, adding a hint of distance.

Lips like vermilion, contrasting with the bright red against skin like white jade, cold yet moving.

An ultimate fusion of opposites; even "overturning country and city" is insufficient to describe her beauty.

One thought overturns heaven.

Although Chang'e has dwelled in Guanghan Palace for unknown ages, each time she sees the Palace Master, her heart stirs slightly—she is simply too beautiful, and every meeting brings an urge to protect her.

"Palace Master, I have returned." Chang'e spoke softly.

"This is the peach given by the Heavenly Court." She produced a nine-thousand-year peach, walked forward respectfully, and held it up with both hands.

Taiyin Xingjun's expression was ordinary, lips unmoving, yet his voice rang out within the Great Hall.

"This is the Heavenly Court's gift to you—eat it."

"But this is… a nine-thousand-year peach!" Chang'e's voice trembled with urgency.

"I am but a little immortal—how could I deserve a nine-thousand-year peach? The Heavenly Court surely gave it to me only out of respect for the Palace Master."

"Eat it, and you shall eat it." Taiyin Xingjun harbors no desire for the peach.

"Yes… belch!" Chang'e could only nod in agreement, but then suddenly let out a full belch.

She hastily covered her mouth with her hand.

Taiyin Xingjun opened his eyes; in his lonely gaze, a flicker of surprise flashed.

"It seems this meal agrees with your appetite?" Taiyin Xingjun propped himself up slightly with his bare hand,

and sat upright.

Silver threads like snow scattered behind him, utterly captivating.

Chang'e always eats lightly and stops; let alone now, in this state.

Her face slightly flushed, Chang'e whispered: "Yes, the dishes at this banquet are truly too delicious—I've never eaten anything so delicious before, especially…"

Chang'e's face showed an expression of lingering aftertaste.

She paused, then continued: "Especially the last dish—hot pot!"

Her voice suddenly rose, sounding somewhat excited.

Using all kinds of beautiful words to describe it.

Hearing Chang'e's words, Taiyin Xingjun, intrigued, said: "I never expected this banquet would still have new surprises."

Seeing Taiyin Xingjun thus, Chang'e also said excitedly: "Palace Master, I can try making it myself."

That hot pot—she remembers it clearly: just put the ingredients in, then fish them out, dip in sauce…

Simple and delicious…

"Good, then let's try." Taiyin Xingjun said.

Though his expression shows little, Chang'e can feel that the Palace Master is now in a very good mood.

She hurried downstairs to busy herself, and even if she's just copying blindly, she should be able to make something close enough, right?

Chang'e thinks in her heart.

After a while, on the dining table in the hall, there was an additional pot with fire driving it, boiling.

Inside, it was filled with floating red chili peppers, the boiling churning mass, the chili peppers tumbling within.

Taiyin Xingjun elegantly picked up the chopsticks, following Chang'e's earlier description, pinched up unevenly thick meat slices and placed them into the pot.

After a few breaths, pinched up, dipped in sauce.

Into Chang'e's expectant gaze, placed in the mouth, the next moment, her icy brows furrowed.

On her stunning face flashed a trace of struggling expression; this meat quality turned to firewood, even the inside not cooked through, the spiciness monotonous, the sauce too salty.

Not a single one matched the earlier description, truly trying trying.

Even though Taiyin Xingjun's nature is cold and indifferent, she couldn't help but mutter a complaint in her heart.

However bad the taste, she also did not spit it out.

She simply stopped moving her chopsticks.

"Palace Master, why aren't you eating?" Chang'e asked curiously.

"You come try." Taiyin Xingjun, though not angry, inevitably carried a hint of resentment in her tone.

"Try just try," she had learned it properly, how could there be such a large deviation?

Chang'e, disbelieving, took a bite and instantly spat it out, her lovely face scrunched up, pain extreme.

Still not easy to recover.

Eyes full of doubt, this impossible ah!

How could there be such a great difference?!

That base ingredient is red red, not exactly chili pepper?

Could it be that one must grind the chili pepper into powder to achieve that effect?

Chang'e pondered the possibility of failure in her heart.

But, the base ingredients and sauce are Chen Nuo's inheritance; Chang'e, no matter how she racks her brains, cannot produce them.

Taiyin Xingjun showed nothing on the surface, yet her heart was extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, for so many years she has been absorbing moon essence, not letting Chang'e cook; this talent truly is somewhat terrifying.

Setting down the chopsticks, picking up a handkerchief, gently wiping her glossy vermilion lips, she said: "The rest, you resolve."

Upon hearing these words, Chang'e shuddered.

All falls to her?!

Don't ah!

Chang'e gasped in her heart; if it were before, she could have forcefully swallowed it.

But now she has thoroughly tasted the flavor of hot pot, how could she bear to let her mouth suffer this?

Quickly, with a mouthful of immortal qi she blew out the fire, in three or two moves cleared the table surface spotlessly clean.

"Resolved." Chang'e gave an embarrassed smile, hedging her words.

If other immortals saw Chang'e like this, they would surely be shocked beyond measure.

The renowned cold goddess of the Three Realms actually also has such a well-behaved side.