"No plain vegetables, bring one of everything else," Yi Chen said, cutting off the server’s spiel with impatience. He then added, "And for my spirit beast, prepare a whole table of fish feast."
The server’s eyes glead upon hearing this, sensing a big transaction ahead.
While waiting for his al, Yi Chen noticed that at the sa window seat in front of him, a jujube-faced man had also ordered a large table full of dishes, his plates piled into a small mound.
"In such a small Ling Gui City, to think there is a master whose level I can’t make out; the Eastern Continent really hides dragons and crouching tigers."
"But what’s that got to do with ?"
It wasn’t long before a continuous stream of delicious dishes were served up and instantly disappeared into Yi Chen’s stomach, which seed like a black hole.
"Sir, would you like to listen to a tune?" An elderly man with silver hair, accompanied by a veiled, white-dressed loli carrying a pipa, made his way upstairs and started asking from table to table.
The white-dressed loli was just a little taller than the table, her features not yet fully ford but already showing signs of striking beauty; she was destined to be a beauty.
However, the responses she got were either rejections or lewd jokes.
"If Taoist wants music, co over here," Yi Chen couldn’t help feeling so compassion seeing the gauntness of the old and the young, and imdiately called out to them.
After all, even the crumbs falling through his fingers were a colossal fortune to ordinary people; he was not short on money.
"Thank you, Taoist, what would you like to hear?"
The young girl’s face lit up with joy as she thanked him and quickly approached with the elder.
"Just play sothing you’re good at," mumbled Yi Chen with his head down eating, not even lifting his gaze.
The young girl’s pipa playing was not bad at all, harmonizing well with the old man. Both seed to have received a decent education; deanor and poise are not things easily faked. It was just a mystery how they ended up in such dire straits.
At that mont, Yi Chen suddenly noticed that the other patrons started to show a schadenfreude expression, which puzzled him.
Soon, he found out why.
A handso but frivolous-looking young man in white climbed leisurely up to the second floor, followed by two towering guards with the cultivation of Qi Refinent Realm peaks.
Upon seeing this man, both the elder and the young girl showed signs of anger.
"Outsider, it seems you are unaware of the rules here," he said.
"Without my nod, Feng Dashao, who would dare do business in Ling Gui City? I’ve been stringing them along for three days; your actions could ruin my efforts."
"The whole of Ling Gui City knows I, Feng Dashao, am the most passionate. I do not like to force won; all of my eighteen wives willingly married ."
Yi Chen set down his pork knuckle, his heart so filled with joy it could burst. Finally, after so long.
He had already chopped down several True Monarchs, but this was the first ti a clueless young master had bumped into him, looking for a face-slapping. The noble sons he had t before all knew their place.
A life that hasn’t slapped the face of a second-generation rich is incomplete.
Surely Daozun had blessed him, for today, at last, his wish was granted.
This kind of empty-headed Wang Ba deserved to be toyed with to death; it wouldn’t be overdoing it. Besides, he, Yi Taoist, had managed until today with only two wives, and this sorry excuse of a man claid to have eighteen; this clearly called for a heavy punch.
No rush, let’s play along with him.
With that thought, a cold smirk appeared on Yi Chen’s lips.
But soon, his smile froze on his face.
"Laughing at your mom, you big dummy," Feng Dashao pressed his hand on the table, a butterfly knife in his grasp, as he wildly poked away, the blade flashing like an illusion.
"This young master is angry, that spiritual beast in front of you ain’t bad, compensate with it, plus ten thousand taels of gold for tea, and we’ll call it even."
A sly gleam flashed in Feng Dashao’s eyes, obviously soone who knew his stuff, his covetous thoughts on Miao Zi now apparent, with his two guards positioning themselves one on each side of Yi Chen.
Just then, Feng Dashao suddenly let out a scream, as Yi Chen instantly pulled his hand, overlapping it with the one on the table, and two chopsticks, like two steel nails, pierced into the tabletop.
"Fuck your mother, kid."
"The last one who called the Taoist a ’big dummy’ is about to be born now."
"Tadpole tattooing a frog on its back, you’re embroidering your mother, huh."
"!@#￥"
Yi Chen, too, t such a foolishly obnoxious second-generation rich kid for the first ti, and with a grand gesture, the rap began, his mouth opening to sing the songs of birds and the sll of flowers.
"Pfft! Fellow Daoist, with such a high level of cultivation, not only are you quick to righteousness but also spout such dirty... humor, truly an eye-opener for ."
"I am Long Que, I’d like to have a chat with you, fellow Daoist."
The man with the jujube-red face sitting in front of Yi Chen suddenly burst into laughter, casually flicking the chopstick holder on the table, instantly knocking down the two guards oppressed by Yi Chen’s spirit, pinning them to the floor like porcupine quills, yet purposely avoiding their vitals.
"Nobody yell, and nobody move, huh, I’ll kill anyone who dares to even hum," Yi Chen said genially, smiling at the young masters, and then turned to the little girl, "Little girl, old man, don’t be afraid, eat anything you like on the table, I’ll be over there chatting with that Daoist brother."
Yi Chen and the jujube-red-faced man cooperated tacitly, like a pair of living Yamas, while the three unfortunate souls on the ground, writhing in pain, clenched their teeth tightly and dared not make a sound.
The white-clothed gentleman was also tough, sowhat viciously so.
Because they knew that if they really cried out, Yi Chen would indeed kill them.
Guests in the restaurant were already scared stiff by these sudden developnts, silently putting down their chopsticks, settling their bills and leaving.
Yi Chen walked over to the jujube-red-faced man with a cheerful smile.
"Daoist brother ant to say, ’the poor Taoist spouts nothing but filth,’ huh, haha."
"Not at all, not at all."
"When the curse words leave your mouth, your Dao heart becos pure; it’s not good to hold it in."
"Right, purer than the Great Snow Mountain," Yi Chen said as he sat down opposite the jujube-red-faced man.
"Haha, fellow Daoist is indeed a genius. If I had your way with words, I wouldn’t have been left fuming by others," Long Que laughed heartily.
"Waiter, bring another round, here’s a thousand-tael banknote, enough to cover your restaurant’s damages and al costs, and oh, put this Daoist brother’s tab on too," called out Long Que.
"Waiter, bring thirty more beef atballs, they’re simply authentic!" Yi Chen also called out with a laugh, "Daoist brother is too courteous; as for the art of debate, I do have so quick insights."
"Fellow Daoist, do tell," Long Que said, his eyes lighting up imdiately upon hearing this.
"It’s quite simple, Brother Long. Have you ever heard of the ’Six Arts of a Gentleman’?" Yi Chen picked up a beef atball and popped it into his mouth.
"Are you referring to the Confucian ’rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics’?"
"Wrong, it’s ’analogy, filial piety, urgency, happiness, clams, winning,’" Yi Chen said with a slight smile.
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