Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 217 My Ground Comes with its Own Counter-shell
However, what was magical was that the moment she touched it, the pressure on Ao Ling’s body completely dissipated.
Just watch her destroy this shady inn. Xuan Feng gathered her mana and stomped her foot down hard.
Feeling secretly proud, she thought that with this one stomp, the entire mountain would collapse, let alone a tiny shop!
She, Xuan Feng, couldn’t stand these kinds of conscienceless acts in all her life!
However, the next moment, she almost cried out, with a painful mask appearing on her beautiful face.
This ground... is too hard!
Her forceful stomp had no effect whatsoever; not only did the whole mountain not move, but her foot was now painfully sore!
Ao Ling’s delicate face was full of annoyance at this moment.
"If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat. Our shop won’t force you to,"
She knew that the woman before her was incredibly powerful; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so embarrassed by mere presence.
But she wasn’t the least bit scared.
"If you’re not eating, please leave. We won’t stop you," Ao Ling said with a cold huff, unwilling to show weakness.
Even though she was using her mana to soothe her foot and ease the pain, for some reason, Xuan Feng suddenly felt a surge of competitiveness.
Although she didn’t get along with the Dragon Clan, she wouldn’t bully others by leveraging her cultivation level!
"Who said I’m not eating? I’ll eat!" Xuan Feng glared and steeled her heart.
She wouldn’t lose face in front of the Dragon Clan, and with great effort, she managed to squeeze out a drop of vital blood.
Ao Ling, merely an onlooker, could feel the terrifying energy contained within it.
The vital blood of the Phoenix Clan was no joke.
The blood, following the tip of her finger, dropped onto the crystal ball, the brilliant red making the crystal ball look even more beautiful.
However, the next moment, the blood instantly disappeared without leaving a trace of ever being there.
Ao Ling quickly retracted the crystal ball she was holding and skillfully took out a small handkerchief to meticulously wipe it.
Watching this, Xuan Feng felt an indignant frustration; her blood was a rare treasure, and to be treated with such disdain was infuriating!
"Hey!"
Xuan Feng slapped her hand down on the table.
"I’ve paid my money, so why aren’t you cooking for me?"
Ao Ling shrugged her shoulders and continued with her task at hand, speaking softly, "I don’t know how to cook. My master makes all the dishes."
Her master had told her that she was still a long way from truly being able to cook, and if she dared to make something, someone would have to dare to eat it!
"Dear customer, please find a seat and wait for a while,"
Having regained her composure, Ao Ling nodded with a smile. After all, the money had been given.
She might grumble for a bit, but turning her head, Ao Ling looked toward the direction of the kitchen and called out loudly, "Master! One order of Flying Dragon Soup!"
Without waiting for a response, Ao Ling continued her work of cleaning the crystal ball.
After all, with her master’s level of cultivation, it was impossible for him not to hear.
In the kitchen, Chen Nuo had finished seasoning the soup base, his handsome face showing admiration and satisfaction.
He could not only hear but also see the tremendous change in his disciple, which was truly astounding.
He hadn’t expected her to be able to stand on her own and remain so calm in the face of someone with much higher cultivation than hers.
Her previous timidity was completely gone, which was commendably rare.
Thinking of this, Chen Nuo couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, thinking how any Daluo Golden Immortal planning to cause trouble in his shop was overstepping.
That he didn’t have the floor reflect damage already counted as merciful.
"I want to make it clear, if I don’t find the Flying Dragon Soup to my taste, I expect a refund!" Xuan Feng said, seated and looking smug.
"Sure," Ao Ling nodded, agreeing casually.
For Xuan Feng’s words, Ao Ling simply brushed them off as if the matter of daring to ask for a refund in front of her master wasn’t worth considering.
The culinary skills of the master alone were something no one would think unworthy of their price!
Seeing Ao Ling unfazed, Xuan Feng felt as if her punches were landing on cotton, somewhat powerless. She had never seen such an arrogant Golden Immortal!
Twisting her mouth, Xuan Feng stopped looking at Ao Ling and instead began to take in the decor of the room, her eyes filled with curiosity.
She hadn’t noticed when she walked in, but the restaurant’s arrangement... felt so stylish, simple yet not lacking in elegance!
Xuan Feng observed carefully, not wanting to miss any detail. She planned to remember it all, to try it out in her own room when she returned.
After making a round, she finally turned her gaze back to the counter where Ao Ling was sitting, noticing the neatly arranged little liquor jars.
Xuan Feng nodded, realizing it had been a while since she’d had a drink; she had almost forgotten what it tasted like!
No matter how expensive, alcohol shouldn’t be so outrageously priced. She cleared her throat gently and pointed to the liquor on the shelf behind Ao Ling, "How much for that alcohol of yours?"
"The same as your meal," Ao Ling replied.
"What???" Xuan Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Why is it so expensive?"
Looking at Xuan Feng’s astonished face, Ao Ling felt a sudden urge to laugh for some reason.
"Because it’s delicious!" Ao Ling stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Xuan Feng’s eyelids twitched at this reason...
She paused, unwilling to concede, "The dish is personally made by your shopkeeper, and I have heard your shopkeeper’s culinary skills are unmatched in this world. I accept the high price for the dish, but to price the alcohol the same, isn’t that just ripping people off?"
Facing Xuan Feng’s questioning, Ao Ling wasn’t the least bit flustered, spreading her hands with a light chuckle, "The dishes are personally made by my master, and so is the wine."
"Although my master’s best skill is cooking, the technique of brewing wine is also unparalleled!"
Ao Ling spared no effort in praising Chen Nuo, and it wasn’t just due to her personal bias.
She had tasted the Peach Blossom Brew made by her master, which was indeed sweet and delightful. Even though it had the essence of wine, it didn’t burn the throat, had no discomfort, and was incredibly smooth on the palate.
And that unique sweetness of the peach blossoms was unforgettable, an incomparable excellent brew, and that was no exaggeration.
Xuan Feng: "..."
She was left speechless.
Seeing the skepticism on Xuan Feng’s face, Ao Ling pursed her lips and added, "Once you have a drink, you’ll understand. I’m telling the truth, not deceiving you!"
The excellence of the Peach Blossom Brew wasn’t merely that. It included a bit of the efficacy of the Flat Peach and, most importantly, the power of awakening divine skills—it was absolutely worth it!
"I’m not drinking," Xuan Feng rolled her eyes and flatly refused, equating one bottle of this wine to one drop of vital blood.
That little jar looked like it held barely anything—a few sips and it would be gone.
Did they take her for a fool? She’d pay the price for the dish for the sake of her pride.
But to buy wine, forget it!
Ao Ling’s eyebrows furrowed. Her good intentions were taken for granted, it seemed. If you don’t believe it, then so be it!
Once you have one sip in the future, you will surely regret why you didn’t drink it sooner!
Ao Ling snorted in her heart and ignored Xuan Feng from then on.
She was certain; those who dine at Chaos Residence only do so either never or countless times!
After a while, Chen Nuo walked out leisurely from the kitchen, guiding the Flying Dragon Soup with mana.
To those in the know, he was serving a dish, but to the uninformed, one might think Chen Nuo was walking a dog.
"Dear guest, your dish is ready." Approaching, Chen Nuo spoke lightly.
She came intending to cause trouble at his restaurant; even after paying up, don’t expect him to offer a pleasant expression straight away.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Feng looked up at Chen Nuo—distinguished, elegant, ethereal, his appearance nothing short of perfection.
With a discerning look in her eyes, Xuan Feng hesitated, "Are you... Shopkeeper Chen?"
"Mmm." Chen Nuo nodded.
With her mouth agape, Xuan Feng failed to utter a single word.
