Chapter 153: How Fierce Is This?

Xuan Feng activated her mana, forcing out a drop of essence blood, and Sun Wukong raised his brow.

Essence blood?!

I never expected it to be this!

Xuan Feng didn't stop there—two drops, three drops, four drops...

Until more than ten drops had been forced out without stopping, leaving Sun Wukong utterly astonished.

This is essence blood, after all—he could see from afar the immense power contained within, absolutely genuine, but this quantity is simply too much!

The Ox Demon King also used essence blood for payment, yet he told me that exceeding five drops at once would cause some discomfort to the body.

This so-called phoenix has already forced out more than ten drops and yet shows no signs of distress—how formidable!

Fifteen, sixteen...

Xuan Feng silently counted, needing just one more drop, and thought to herself.

Yet the Holy Person's power granted by Nüwa did not replenish the lost essence blood—had it run out?

Xuan Feng stared blankly, not overly surprised, after all, the Holy Person had said this power could only compensate for more than ten drops of essence blood.

Gritting her resolve, Xuan Feng forced out the final drop.

Seventeen!

Done!

"Here you go!" Xuan Feng slightly lifted her chin, handing the crystal ball to Sun Wukong: "I've paid in full."

Sun Wukong took it smoothly, but his expression resembled that of having seen something strange and wondrous.

Xuan Feng felt a prickle on her skin from being stared at, her phoenix brows furrowing: "What are you—"

"How did you manage to force out so much essence blood while remaining unharmed?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, unable to hold back his question.

This is utterly beyond belief!

Xuan Feng didn't speak plainly, instead putting on airs: "Do you think a little monkey like you could fathom my methods?"

"If you won't say, then fine—what's so great about it?" Sun Wukong pouted, somewhat displeased.

Immediately, he bared his teeth at Xuan Feng: "Besides, I have a name—I am Sun Wukong!"

"Sun Wukong." Xuan Feng pondered, looking at the monkey's furry face in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be quite cultured—your name isn't bad at all."

It's just that your temperament is too vicious, Xuan Feng thought, adding a silent complaint.

"This name wasn't chosen by me—I don't have that kind of skill," Sun Wukong said, shaking his head and swaying his brain, belittling himself without restraint.

Bending at the waist, thrusting his chest forward, Sun Wukong wore a proud expression: "My name was given by my Master!"

No wonder, Xuan Feng nodded, she had said it—this monkey isn't the refined type, so how could he come up with such a pleasant, philosophically rich name?

"I've introduced myself—now, who are you?" Sun Wukong eased his smug expression and spoke.

The ability to produce more than ten drops of essence blood at once made even him curious.

Asking who she was?

Xuan Feng's lips curled slightly—she had intended to hide her identity to avoid startling the monkey, never expecting him to ask so proactively.

"I am Xuan Feng."

Having spoken, Xuan Feng fixed her gaze on the monkey's face, eager to see his shocked expression.

After all, she had followed the Holy Person Nüwa for years, gradually becoming her envoy—within the Three Realms, no one would dare slight her, and who doesn't know her name?

Even Tianpeng, upon seeing her, must show the utmost respect?

A mere Taiyi Realm monkey—surely he wouldn't be frightened to death? Yet everything left Xuan Feng disappointed.

Though Sun Wukong's knowledge of the Three Realms' powers exceeds that of his past life, he remains obscure and unlearned; combined with Chen Nuo's vague explanations, his understanding is limited.

At least Sun Wukong still doesn't recognize Xuan Feng's name.

"Your name isn't as good as mine!"

"You've never heard of my name?" Xuan Feng wore a look of astonishment, pointing at herself.

Sun Wukong scratched his head,

puzzled: "Why haven't I heard of your name?"

"Xuan Feng—also not particularly pleasant to hear." Sun Wukong finished speaking, then muttered under his breath.

Xuan Feng gritted her teeth, squeezing out a few words from her throat: "That's our Phoenix Clan's naming custom!"

How could it sound bad? Even the Clan Chief in his former life was called Yuan Feng!

Xuan Feng wished she could slap Sun Wukong to death, but remembering he was Chen Nuo's apprentice, she forced herself to endure.

Chen Nuo's cultivation of Heaven-Reaching and Earth-Penetrating magnitude—even giving her ten times the courage wouldn't make her dare provoke him.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

At that moment, the staircase suddenly carried unhurried footsteps—Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng both turned their blazing gazes toward the sound, only to see Chen Nuo in a blue robe, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he descended.

Yet even so, his peerless appearance could not be concealed.

"Master!"

"Shopkeeper Chen!"

Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng spoke in unison, then exchanged a glare.

"Hmm." Chen Nuo gave a casual nod, considered it acknowledged, and walked straight to find a seat.

To speak frankly, Chen Nuo's mood is somewhat irritable—he was sleeping soundly in bed when the system's arrival notifications came one after another, ringing seventeen times in total.

It relentlessly disturbed him to the point he couldn't sleep at all.

Although he possesses the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, whether he sleeps or not is no issue—he can sleep or wake whenever he wishes, entirely at his will.

But being unable to sleep due to external disturbances is truly vexing.

Chen Nuo's expression here is inscrutable, and he remains silent, making Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng even more tense—like cicadas in winter, they dare not even breathe.

"Master, but what happened?" In the end, Sun Wukong steeled himself and spoke up.

Chen Nuo waved his hand and said: "Nothing."

The pressure around his body suddenly eased, and he glanced at Xuan Feng standing at attention to the side, as if casually saying: "You came early enough today."

Xuan Feng straightened his body, respectfully greeting: "The Lady wanted to eat, so I was told to come earlier."

That made sense, Chen Nuo nodded, and did not press further.

The anger in his heart gradually dissipated as time passed.

Who would have thought a bowl of soup could make a lofty, detached Saint do this—he too could be considered quite accomplished.

But this was also expected; regarding his cooking skill, Chen Nuo had absolute confidence—what if it were a Saint?

Anyone who eats his food once will surely have a second time, a third time, until countless times.

Cooking skill reaching a certain realm truly can make people addicted.

"Should the Sauce Board Duck be mild, medium, or extra spicy?"

Suddenly, Chen Nuo blurted out a sentence for no reason.

Is there even such a distinction? Xuan Feng blinked, then began to ponder carefully in his heart.

After a few breaths, he spoke up: "Trouble your elder to give me one portion of extra spicy, please!"

The spicy flavor—she hasn't never eaten it; she's not afraid at all.

Extra spicy?

Chen Nuo's mouth twitched—really, how brave!

He remembered Qiong Xiao struggling every time she ate Sauce Board Duck, so he wanted to grade the spiciness levels.

This way, it could also avoid the previous awkward situation when serving guests—maintaining dignity.

But he had always made Sauce Board Duck for Qiong Xiao before, and it could only be considered medium spicy...

Chen Nuo didn't say more; since the guest wanted it, then let's make it—he absolutely wasn't doing this because someone woke him up.

Hmm, absolutely not.

"Then wait a moment, the dishes will be ready soon—one Sauce Board Duck, one Crispy Fried Chicken."

"Wukong, you attend first—prepare the fifteen jugs of Peach Blossom Brew."

Chen Nuo instructed softly.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly in agreement.