Chapter 184

Xiao Tian the dog fumbled for a while, finally taking out the two black swords.

Just by looking at its appearance and aura, Chen Nuo could tell this was the set that Tianpeng and Xiong Jing had before!

The long sword was absorbed by the crystal ball.

【Ding! Xiao Tian the dog delivered a counterfeit Zhuxian Sword, which can be exchanged for fifty meal opportunities. Would you like to convert it into merit?】

【Ding! Xiao Tian the dog delivered a counterfeit Juexian Sword, which can be exchanged for fifty meal opportunities. Would you like to convert it into merit?】

As expected, Chen Nuo felt joy in his heart—indeed, this was it. His four Zhuxian swords were now complete!

"None will be converted." Chen Nuo thought to himself.

Now I can play with them, Chen Nuo was extremely satisfied.

The power of the Zhuxian Four Swords needs no further explanation; even as a counterfeit, it has reached the quality of a Prepared Saint, not to be underestimated.

Chen Nuo secretly nodded. Nowadays, all that's missing is the formation diagram of the Zhuxian Sword Array, perhaps.

Without the formation diagram, there is no true Zhuxian Sword Array; a Zhuxian Sword Array without the diagram is completely a different thing.

One is merely an ordinary, high-killing-force innate magical treasure; the other is a heaven-defying object capable of having one Saint fight four Saints, the superiority clear at a glance.

Chen Nuo's eyes gained a hint of contemplation. The formation diagram of the Zhuxian Sword Array—this thing has always been in Tongtian's hands, perhaps!

Given Tongtian's nature, he wouldn't want the original version; giving him a weakened counterfeit to play with should pose no problem.

However, he should still be under confinement in the Purple Heaven Palace, and I don't know when he'll be able to come out.

Xiao Tian the dog gaped, dumbfounded. "Holy shit, what's going on?"

One sword can offset fifty meal opportunities—too strong, right? The swords Yun Zhongzi forged are just too awesome!

Xiao Tian the dog was overjoyed—this is instant wealth! His earlier nervousness has largely dissipated.

He doesn't regret nearly being discovered by Yun Zhongzi for stealing things; he just feels a bit pained, pained that those two other swords were given away so easily.

Logically speaking, the previous ones clearly should have been his, yet he cheapened Tianpeng and that stinking bear for nothing!

"Anything else?" Chen Nuo reminded him, just in case this dog had more good stuff—wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Yes! Yes!" Xiao Tian the dog hurriedly nodded, dumping out all his remaining hidden treasures at once.

He now dares not hide more things, always feeling somewhat unsafe.

A series of system voices sounded in Chen Nuo's ears. After a while, Xiao Tian the dog finally handed over all his remaining magical treasures.

However, disappointingly, no further high-quality magical treasures like the counterfeit Zhuxian Sword appeared.

"Alright, let's go!" After drinking several cups of peach juice, Chen Nuo retracted his space and spoke lightly.

Xiao Tian the dog followed; upon stepping out of the back kitchen, he felt a gaze fixed dead upon him, making him feel uneasy all over.

Looking around, Xiao Tian the dog discovered it was actually Yang Jian, inexplicably making his heart feel somewhat guilty.

Before he could speak, Yang Jian opened the door and saw the mountain: "What were you just doing?"

The dog's eyes rolled, Xiao Tian the dog put on a dazed look and said: "Bei Da Ye was just paying the bill!"

"Paying the bill? Even if you're handing over magical treasures, you don't need to avoid people, do you?" Yang Jian pressed.

"How could I not avoid people?" Xiao Tian the dog glared with his dog eyes, immediately retorting.

"Bei Da Ye found so many magical treasures—if you guys become money-obsessed, what then?"

Xiao Tian the dog showed no weakness.

Sizing him up, Yang Jian took in Xiao Tian the dog's various expressions, seeming not to be feigning, perhaps he was overthinking it?

The sour-sweet fragrance of the sweet and sour pork drifted into his nostrils, instantly making Yang Jian's mouth water and he withdrew his thoughts.

"Who knows." Yang Jian said casually, then stopped asking further.

Forget it, Xiao Tian is merely somewhat suspicious, not conclusive evidence; even Yun Zhongzi, his martial uncle, finally let Xiao Tian go,

so it probably isn't Xiao Tian.

He won't indulge in wild imaginings; eating is more important. Wasting his meal over a dog? Not worth it.

Yang Jian snorted, lowered his head.

The sweet and sour pork, bright red and bright red, with evenly sized meat chunks coated in thick sauce, looked extremely appealing. He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece, and placed it in his mouth.

The sweet and sour sauce instantly stimulated Yang Jian's taste buds; his teeth lightly bit down—delicious.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly brightened considerably; in his heart, nothing else remained, he focused on eating his meal.

Seeing Yang Jian like this, Haotian couldn't help but swallow his saliva; he had eaten Sun Wukong's cooking before, and that had already amazed him to heaven.

How would this sweet and sour pork, personally made by Manager Chen, taste as an exquisite delicacy?

Good, I got past it; Xiao Tian the dog secretly rejoiced at his own cleverness.

A glance, yet he saw Yang Chan already beginning to fish out vegetables from the hot pot to dip in sauce.

His heart tightened instantly; he hurriedly shouted: "Yang Chan, don't eat Bei Da Ye's vegetables!"

Yang Chan furrowed her brows, somewhat displeased.

"Who would want to eat your food? Miss eats her own portion!"

Good, good! Xiao Tian the dog breathed a sigh of relief, made a big leap, and landed on the seat.

Looking at the rolling hot broth in the hot pot, and the various ingredients boiling inside, sending out fragrance, Xiao Tian the dog almost drooled onto the ground.

But the scalding hot pot broth left him with nothing to eat—if he ate it directly, his mouth could be scalded off!

Xiao Tian the dog glanced at Yang Chan, who was easily picking up vegetables with her chopsticks, and said with a fawning expression: "Hey, you... give Bei Da Ye... also put some in the bowl for me."

After speaking, he still extended his dog paw and pushed the bowl toward Yang Chan's side.

Yang Chan: "???"

Let her pick vegetables? Pick her own? Don't dream!

Yang Chan snorted coldly and said: "Eat your own food, cook and eat it yourself."

"Bei Da Ye also wants to! Look at you making it so hard for me to eat?" Xiao Tian the dog spread his two paws—he couldn't directly put food in his mouth, nor could he pick up chopsticks with his dog paws.

"That's your own problem, don't blame me." Yang Chan rolled her eyes and flatly refused.

"Damn! You're being too heartless! Bei Da Ye has fought south and north with your brother for so many years—no merit, but at least some hardship!"

"Just pass me a dish, Bei Da Ye—what's wrong?"

"You're right, aren't you, Yang Jian?" Xiao Tian spoke with conviction, wearing a smug expression.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Not even a reply.

"Yang Jian?" Xiao Tian wondered, curiously looking over.

Only to see Yang Jian eating so fast he was flying—where would he find the time to attend to him?

Xiao Tian: "..."

"Just figure it out yourself!" Yang Chan smirked unkindly and kept eating on her own.

The flavor of this hot pot is truly delicious—each ingredient has its own unique taste, dipped in sauce, the aftertaste lingers endlessly.

Yang Chan only blanched in the mild white pot, because just looking at the red pot made her know her limits.

As for the affection Xiao Tian mentioned, better forget it—over these years, second brother has lost count of how many times he wanted to discipline Xiao Tian's nasty temper.

Not getting a layer of skin beaten off isn't bad.

Heartless and unjust, Xiao Tian seethed with frustration.

Staring at the ingredients in the pot, Xiao Tian had a sudden flash of inspiration, a sly glint in his eyes, he grinned with his dog mouth: "You really won't pass me a dish?!"

"Isn't what you said just nonsense?" Yang Chan retorted without hesitation—she could barely keep up with her own eating.

"Then... don't blame Bei Da Ye for showing no mercy!" Xiao Tian shook his head and swayed his body.