Chapter 25

Guanyin hurriedly deduced the culprit again, and in the end she was so angry she nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Tianpeng! It was actually Tianpeng, that simpleton, the one chosen by the Buddhist Sect for the westward journey—he hasn't even started the journey yet, and he already took care of her predestined calamity!

Even if he were diligent, it wouldn't be this kind of diligence!

And when did Tianpeng become so powerful that he could defeat the carp spirit who wielded her fire bell?!

Guanyin had originally planned to fly there directly by relying on the soul imprint between herself and the magic treasure, but in the end she still held back.

She knew exactly how many evil deeds the carp spirit had done; if she went directly, it would not only provoke the ill will of the South Sea Dragon Clan, but also damage her reputation as the Compassionate and Merciful Guanyin.

Their Buddhist Sect places the utmost importance on incense and faith, so it's better to wait a bit longer.

Guanyin secretly thought,

Tianpeng is unaware of her Buddhist Sect's schemes, and also doesn't know his own future fate; otherwise, even if you fed him bear hearts and leopard gall, he wouldn't dare act like this.

She has a soul imprint with the fire bell, and I myself am a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivator—ordinary people simply cannot erase it!

After a few days, she will personally come to retrieve it.

Meanwhile, Tianpeng, having resolved the crisis in the South Sea, was invited to attend the Dragon Palace banquet.

"Marshal Tianpeng, I, the old dragon, had previously underestimated you—I never imagined your divine abilities would be so vast. Here, I offer my apologies!"

The South Sea Dragon King was also straightforward, cheerfully raising a toast to Tianpeng.

Since the Dragon Han Calamity, his dragon clan has weakened to this extent, learned worldly affairs, and this has become the key to their survival to this day.

"Subduing demons and eliminating evil is the heavenly duty of this marshal—righteous and unavoidable!" Tianpeng, still catching his breath, wore a look of self-satisfaction.

Although his purpose isn't this, it doesn't stop him from showing off—originally, this is what it feels like to have strength and manifest holiness before others!

Tianpeng instantly fell in love with this feeling, and at the same time, his reverence for Chaos Residence grew a little—just by relying on a plate of braised pork, he could undergo rebirth.

Shopkeeper Chen is truly a great master of immense ability—we must definitely scour heaven and earth for treasures and send them all to Shopkeeper Chen.

When the delicacies were served, Tianpeng looked at the table full of delicacies, but his interest was rather lackluster.

Enming noticed something odd and asked: "Marshal, is it that these delicacies don't suit your taste?"

Tianpeng shook his head and said: "This marshal has already eaten today, has no appetite—come, drink, drink!"

Having said that, he continued to clink cups with the South Sea Dragon King.

Since eating Shopkeeper Chen's braised pork, Tianpeng's standards for food have risen; compared to these dishes, even the simplest color is trash, let alone the flavor.

And what else could there be in the Dragon Palace's menu besides various seafood?

Wouldn't the food at Chaos Residence be fragrant if one went there early in the morning?

"Marshal, for rescuing us from this crisis, our Dragon Palace must express our gratitude!"

After drinking to this point, Enming's entire dragon felt light-headed; he waved his hand grandly, displaying majestic presence, and said with the air of a wealthy man: "As long as our South Sea Dragon Palace can accomplish it, we promise the marshal!"

Although Enming was drunk, his actions were not foolish—just look at Tianpeng's performance today, and one can see that his words don't match his deeds; he is a capable immortal.

Seizing this opportunity to form connections would be excellent for their dragon clan, after all, the Four Seas Dragon Clan to this day has only the Four Sea Dragon Kings as its openly strong figures.

Besides the eldest brother being at Golden Immortal Peak, they are only at mid-stage.

Tianpeng, a Taiyi Golden Immortal, is already a strong one.

Tianpeng's eyes rolled, and he drank down this cup of wine again.

"This marshal has some worries."

"Marshal, please speak freely—no problem!" The South Sea Dragon King again patted his chest, indicating he was very wealthy.

"This marshal wants one hundred and eighty pieces of Golden Immortal-level magic treasures." Tianpeng launched right in with a lion's big mouth, straight to the point.

Enming was instantly dazed, dazed right then,

and the wine sobered him up considerably.

Immediately, Enming pulled a long face: "No!"

Do you really think the treasures of our Dragon Palace are as cheap as cabbage, sold by weight, and still one hundred and eighty pieces!

"Not even one hundred—seventy or eighty pieces would do!" Tianpeng continued: "Your Dragon Palace is a great enterprise with countless treasures—could it really not satisfy this marshal's small request?"

"But... but Golden Immortal magic treasures are also extremely rare!" The Dragon King wanted to cry but had no tears; the foundation and resources of their South Sea Dragon Clan cannot compare to those of the East Sea.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have drunk so much wine—just to put on this act.

"Then how about ten pieces—ten pieces should be available, right?" Tianpeng feigned a cold hum: "If there still aren't any, then I suppose this marshal has misjudged you."

"Yes, marshal, please wait a moment!" The South Sea Dragon King sighed deeply, his face full of sorrow, and accompanied by the attending turtle Prime Minister, he went toward the Dragon Palace treasury.

Let this calamity be considered as spending money to avoid disaster.

After a good while, the South Sea Dragon King trudged over, grinding his teeth, and presented the treasures.

"Marshal, these are indeed the finest few Golden Immortal-level magic treasures in our Dragon Palace!" The South Sea Dragon King smiled obsequiously, not knowing if it was due to guilt.

Tianpeng rolled his eyes—believing you would be ghostly—but he does not refuse those who come!

Anyway, the crystal ball at Chaos Residence says one Golden Immortal-level magic treasure equals one meal, and there's no regulation on rank.

Waving his hand grandly, ignoring Enming's pained expression, he directly accepted everything on the list.

"Come, drink!" Having obtained what he wanted, Tianpeng again laughed heartily, exchanging cups.

But the South Sea Dragon King, suddenly deprived of ten Golden Immortal-level magic treasures, could not be happy; after drinking a little more, he made an excuse and left to rest.

Arrange a place for Tianpeng to rest.

The next morning, Tianpeng requested leave, hurriedly flying toward Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

When the first ray of morning sunlight shone upon the earth, naturally it should be paired with Chaos Residence's dish to be perfect.

Upon arriving at the destination, in the sky above, Tianpeng's face showed surprise.

This Chaos Residence is strange—clearly it looks not small, yet when viewed from above, there is not a trace to be seen—could this be a formation array?

Tianpeng's heart startled, and he hurriedly descended the mountain.

Walking toward the direction he came from yesterday, not long after, he again saw Chaos Residence—this time, he still wanted to eat a plate of braised pork there!

Eating braised pork, he pushed open the door and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, I'm back again!"

However, no one responded.

Strange, Tianpeng touched his head, walked in, and looked at the furnishings, which were the same as yesterday.

"Shopkeeper Chen?!"

Tianpeng called out again, still no one answered, then he glanced at the stairs to the attic—could he be sleeping?

Tianpeng didn't just sit there waiting honestly; instead, he looked around the shop.

This place seems ordinary, but it's actually simple yet not simple.

Tianpeng thought to himself.

Yesterday, he clearly used magic power, but the result was that even this table in front of him wasn't damaged, not even a trace left behind.

Yet however he looked, the material was just ordinary wood—truly hiding a secret mechanism.

Tianpeng hid a secret mechanism, then walked toward the back door, gently pushed it, but was stunned by the sight before him.

Peach blossoms bloomed in profusion, peach trees filled the garden, varying in size—some covered in peach blossoms, some bearing peaches. Looking at the plump, juicy Pantao Tree surrounded by immortal qi on the tree.

Tianpeng stared wide-eyed, his mouth also opened wide.

Innate Spiritual Root Peach Tree, still nine-thousand-year-old, still an entire piece—this isn't a dream, is it?