Chapter 39: The Grand Feast

“Steamed egg with sea urchin? Is it good?” Su Muge saw how excited the two of them were and instinctively tried to join their conversation.

Wu Xuan was curious as well. After all, the black, spiny thing hardly looked appetizing by any stretch of the imagination.

Shi Nianqing nodded. “Of course it is. The fresh sweetness of sea urchin combined with the delicate texture of the egg creates something smooth and tender, with a rich, savory sweetness. It is absolutely delicious.”

“Demoness Su, that was an excellent suggestion. Throwing them into confusion will make it much easier for us to carry out our plan. By the way, how did your reconnaissance go?” the Half-Faced Man asked.

“Leaving nothing to chance—that is my master’s specialty. I am merely good at coming up with ideas,” Jun Zeyu said with a smile.

His gaze swept over, and every time it turned toward Feng Wuqing, his divine sense immediately revealed everything around him.

“No money? Then what are you here to see a doctor for?” The young doctor held out his hand for some time, but Jiang Yi made no move to take it. A flash of anger crossed the doctor’s eyes. He flung the payment slip down in front of Jiang Yi and said impatiently, “Pay the bill.”

Ning Jing tried to withdraw, but the long saber in Shangguan Aoyun’s hand clung to him like a parasite burrowing into his bones. The two of them fought all the way from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.

“Master Tiger, please don’t be hasty,” the old Daoist said. He removed his somewhat worn Daoist robe and changed into a new one.

“Formerly ranked twentieth on the Earth List, Starfall Yuan Song; a councilor of the Armed Forces Review Council; Devouring Rahu; and Fudo Myo-o Nanyun Shengyi, one of the four supreme experts of Japan.”

A-Yao had many stories, and they were all fascinating. Yet human life lasted only a few hundred years at most, and no matter how extraordinary one’s experiences and tales might be, there would eventually come a time when every road reached its end.

Zhang Ruyun watched anxiously from the side, cursing the fact that he was unskilled with bow and arrow. Though the Jade Bow was immensely powerful, he could not use the rapid-fire technique. With no other choice, he flashed aside once more and fired the golden pellet. Sure enough, Lady Taihang also turned the Thunder Mirror in her hand and sent it hurtling toward him.

The Immortal Farmer Sect was precisely such a sect—a sect devoted exclusively to farming and animal husbandry. In the Spiritworld, among cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage who still needed to eat, eight out of ten consumed spirit grains, spirit vegetables, and spirit meat produced by the Immortal Farmer Sect.

“Perverted?” The Demon Ape glanced at the empty plates on the table. He had just eaten enough in one sitting to last A-Wan ten days, and that was already perverted enough.

Even Qi Fan thought the same. Given his abilities, unless he encountered an expert as powerful as that old man in his own family, it was virtually impossible for anyone to give him such a feeling.

Xia Feng gave a soft laugh, then shook his head helplessly. “Enough. Stop wasting time on this nonsense. I know your Pure Land can be moved. Move it over here.”

A patrol of Qi soldiers passed by. Seeing that the two men were Xu Shu and Mi Zhu, they did not dare approach to question them and simply continued past, resuming their patrol elsewhere.

Lü Mengmeng wore heavy armor and was not skilled in movement techniques, while Hua Jiu was extraordinarily swift. So he had Hua Jiu approach the Ghost-Faced Spider Queen, then switch Hua Jiu with the far more powerful Lü Mengmeng at the instant of attack.

“Don’t worry. They won’t be able to find this place for the time being.” As the Ten-Thousand-Year Python spoke, he raised both hands again, expanding and thickening the clouds and mist surrounding them.

Yang Yadi could only accept her bad luck. She had merely wanted to take revenge on Cai Wenji, but who could have imagined that she would run into the ruthless Tang Fan?

Xia Shiguang glanced into the room, hoping that Gu Chen would wake up. But there was no movement inside.

If the Han army sent only one force to guard against them, they would have had a chance to strike back—or even wipe out the unit left behind.

Feng Zhiming was still deeply wary of Mao Dacheng. The reason was simple: Mao Dacheng was the younger cousin of Mao Renfeng, the second-in-command of the Military Bureau. With that connection, even though Feng Zhiming held a rank one level higher than Mao Dacheng, he had no choice but to show him some respect.