Chapter 55

"What's going on? I didn't even provoke them!"

This kind of face-destroying act is still extremely hateful, but after thinking it over, the Tathagata still decided not to intervene.

For these three junior martial sisters, even if he had been expelled from the Jie Sect, he still harbored feelings of fellow disciples in his heart.

Let them go; perhaps they're just venting their resentment toward this traitorous senior brother—once they've let it out, it'll be fine.

The Journey to the West is what truly matters now.

Now that the monkey has reappeared, we must seize the opportunity to plan the Journey to the West—if the Heavenly Court doesn't remind them, they certainly won't act on their own.

Here, the three sisters went to a pawnshop in the mortal realm, disguised as merchants, pawned these gold ingots, and directly exchanged them for fifteen thousand taels of silver.

If it weren't for the fact that the golden body isn't exceptionally pure, they might have gotten even more silver.

Having obtained the money, Yunxiao brought Erxiao to the front of Chaos Residence.

"If you don't approach this place, even if you overlook the entire Fangcun Mountain, you wouldn't notice the slightest difference." Qiong Xiao stared in shock at the layout of Chaos Residence, trying to discern some pattern.

The three sisters had indeed deeply mastered their Master's formation arts, but ultimately, it was all in vain.

Upon entering, a fragrant, mellow aroma of peach-flavored wine drifted over, instantly refreshing and comforting the three sisters.

"How fragrant and sweet!" Bixiao couldn't help but exclaim, greedily inhaling the scent.

As soon as Yunxiao entered the range of Chaos Residence, Chen Nuo already knew who had come; stepping out from the back kitchen, upon seeing Yunxiao and the two girls behind her, he smiled.

Sure enough, Yunxiao's return definitely means she's bringing two customers.

"How so? Did you get the money?" Chen Nuo said calmly.

"Mm." Yunxiao nodded.

Although Chen the shopkeeper is somewhat blunt in his dealings, he doesn't give off that unpleasant feeling she dislikes.

"Feel free to order what you'd like to eat, but I must say this upfront: aside from the Peach Blossom Brew, everything else is limited to one purchase per day!" Chen Nuo said.

"Shopkeeper Chen, what is this? It smells so good!" Bixiao took another deep sniff, unable to wait, and asked eagerly.

"Peach Blossom Brew."

"Give me ten jugs!" Bixiao declared boldly.

Chen Nuo shook his head: "None left—everything else was bought by that fellow Tongtian; now there are only four small jars left in total."

Tongtian... that fellow?!

Qiong Xiao and Bixiao were dumbfounded; although the eldest sister had said their Master had a good relationship with this shopkeeper, they hadn't expected it to be this good!

Bixiao was still alright, but Qiong Xiao's face carried a hint of coldness.

Having come to her senses, Bixiao said: "Shopkeeper Chen, did the eldest sister say Xiao Kui is here with you?"

Chen Nuo nodded, shouting toward the kitchen: "Xiao Kui, someone's calling you—come out."

The Bull Demon King, who had been burying himself in hard work in the kitchen, shrank his neck, a bad premonition stirring in his heart.

"Brother Bull, Shopkeeper Chen is calling you." The Peng Demon King said while scrubbing wine jugs.

"I'm no fool!" the Bull Demon King bellowed in a muffled voice.

The moment that person outside spoke, he knew who it was—that was the nightmare he couldn't shake off!

He let out a heavy sigh, the Bull Demon King walked out of the kitchen carrying an irretrievable sorrow.

Just as he stepped out, before he could even speak, the Bull Demon King felt his vision blur, then a sharp pain shot through his ears.

"You little brat, knowing your grandma's here and still not coming out to greet her! You won't come out unless someone calls you, huh?"

Bixiao grabbed the Bull Demon King's ear and was about to drag him outside.

"No no no! Grandma! Hear me out—I was just busy working!" the Bull Demon King wailed in apology, wanting to struggle but not daring to.

Chen Nuo shook his head helplessly—how did the two employees he hired end up one more pathetic than the other? And this is supposed to be the mighty Bull Demon King of the Yao Realm? This is it?

"Hmph,

I'd let you off if you weren't too scared to dare!"

Bixiao somewhat satisfiedly accepted this explanation.

"Alright, Bixiao, stop making a fuss." Yunxiao softly scolded.

Bixiao pouted, but finally let go of the Bull Demon King's ear, which felt incredibly pleasant to the touch.

"Greetings, Elder Martial Sister Yunxiao, greetings, Elder Martial Sister Qiong Xiao." The Bull Demon King cast a grateful glance at Yunxiao, then respectfully addressed the two ladies.

Everything was seen by Chen Nuo, inevitably somewhat amusing—how come when the Jie Sect people come over, the Bull Demon King seems so humble?

Just what status does this Bull Demon King hold in the Jie Sect?

"Xiao Kui, you've been here a while—help me see, what's the most delicious!" Yunxiao nodded and smiled.

Today is their sisters' reunion day; since Xiao Kui described this shop so well, let's have a meal here today.

"Most delicious? Impossible! Anything Shopkeeper Chen makes is the most delicious!"

As soon as food was mentioned, the Bull Demon King couldn't wait to talk and act—he pitter-pattered to the counter and grabbed the menu.

"Elder Martial Sister, look at this egg fried rice—the taste..."

"Elder Martial Sister, look at this roasted lamb leg—the flavor..."

The Bull Demon King just opened his mouth and wouldn't stop, praising every dish as especially good, boasting so much that even Chen Nuo broke into a sweat.

You've drunk your essence blood into alcohol, yet you've never eaten some of these dishes, and you're praising them this much?

Good fellow! Chen Nuo can now say he knows what the Bull Demon King is suited for.

From now on, the restaurant's promotion will have to be handled by the Bull Demon King—no one else will do.

Here, the Bull Demon King kept going until his mouth was dry, before finally finishing praising every dish.

"Really this good? Xiao Kui, if you're lying to me, you're dead meat!" Bixiao eyed the Bull Demon King suspiciously, threatening fiercely.

The Bull Demon King retreated half a step, feeling guilty—this shouldn't be all talk, should it?

He's also thinking about the business in the shop, so even if he gets beaten, Boss Chen will definitely side with him.

Yunxiao pondered for a moment, then pointed with her bare hand at the words on the menu and said, "Boss Chen, give me a bowl of Flying Dragon Soup, please."

"And you two?" Yunxiao turned around and looked toward Qiong Xiao as she asked.

However, Qiong Xiao said nothing, but instead stared fixedly at Chen Nuo, her eyes full of jealousy.

"Who exactly are you, and what is your cultivation level?"

Qiong Xiao spoke in an icy tone, trying hard to conceal the unease in her heart.

"Me?"

Chen Nuo shrugged, wondering how the blame had suddenly been turned on him.

"I'm just an ordinary restaurant owner, nothing special. As for cultivation level, you think I am what I am."

Chen Nuo said calmly, though he added in his heart, no matter what it is, I can crush it easily.

With a light stomp, the mana and spiritual sense originally on his body instantly snapped back.

Qiong Xiao only felt a pain in her sea of consciousness, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, her face turned pale.

"Second sister!" Yunxiao frowned, quickly stopped Qiong Xiao, and then apologetically said, "Sorry, my younger sister has always been like this."

"There won't be a next time." Chen Nuo said softly.

Really treating himself like a monkey, just sweep it aside and be done with it—directly placing his spiritual sense on him without moving, truly arrogant.

"Thank you, Boss Chen, for showing mercy." Yunxiao deeply nodded.

Gently placing her hand on Qiong Xiao's back, she injected mana to accelerate the repair of her sea of consciousness.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm." Qiong Xiao's face regained a bit of color.

However, the look she gave Chen Nuo still carried lingering fear.

This person is too terrifying—no wonder the Master would maintain good relations with him.