Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 244: Is It That Fierce?

Xuan Feng mustered his mana, and a drop of vital blood was forced out, Sun Wukong’s eyebrows shot up.

Vital blood?!

He hadn’t expected it to actually be this!

Xuan Feng didn’t stop there, two drops, three drops, four drops...

Until over ten drops and still no sign of stopping, Sun Wukong was astounded.

This was vital blood, after all, he could see the tremendous power contained within it from a distance, it definitely wasn’t fake, but wasn’t this too much?

The Bull Demon King also used vital blood to pay off debts, but he had been told that extracting more than five drops at once would cause some discomfort in the body.

This so-called phoenix had already forced out over ten drops and seemed to be completely fine, how impressive!

Fifteen, sixteen...

Xuan Feng counted silently, just one more to go, Xuan Feng thought to himself.

But the Power of the Saint granted by Nuwa did not replenish the lost vital blood, was it gone?

Xuan Feng was momentarily stunned but not overly surprised; after all, the Goddess had mentioned that the Power of the Saint could only make up for over ten drops of vital blood.

With determination, Xuan Feng forced out the last drop.

Seventeen!

Done!

"I’m paying you back!" Xuan Feng tilted his head up slightly and handed the crystal ball to Sun Wukong, "I’ve paid in full."

Sun Wukong took over smoothly, but his facial expression was as if he had seen something strangely bizarre.

Xuan Feng felt a little uneasy being stared at that way, and his phoenix brows furrowed, "What’s up?"

"How did you do it, force out so much vital blood without harm to your body?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, couldn’t help but ask.

This was almost inconceivable!

Instead of being forthright, Xuan Feng pretended and said ostentatiously, "My methods are not something a little monkey like you could comprehend."

"Fine, don’t tell if you don’t want to, what’s the big deal?" Sun Wukong turned his mouth away, somewhat dissatisfied.

Then showing his teeth to Xuan Feng, he added, "And I have a name, I am called Sun Wukong!"

"Sun Wukong." Xuan Feng pondered, looking at Sun Wukong’s furry monkey face in surprise, "Didn’t expect you to be quite cultured, the name is indeed nice."

Just that the temperament is too disagreeable, Xuan Feng thought to herself with a mental sneer.

"This name wasn’t my doing, where would I get that skill?" Sun Wukong shook his head, belittling himself without holding back.

Bending over and puffing out his chest, Sun Wukong said with pride, "My name was given by my master!"

No wonder, Xuan Feng nodded. She thought as much; this monkey didn’t seem particularly cultured, how could he come up with such an elegant and profound name.

"I’ve introduced myself now, so who might you be?" Sun Wukong hid his pride and asked.

Having the skill to bring out over ten drops of vital blood all at once intrigued him too.

Asking who she is?

Xuan Feng’s mouth curved into a slight smile, originally planning to hide her identity to not frighten the monkey, but unexpectedly, he actually took the initiative to ask.

"I am called Xuan Feng."

Having said this, Xuan Feng stared intently at the monkey’s face, eager to see what kind of shocked expression he would have.

After all, she, Xuan Feng, had followed Goddess Nuwa for many years, gradually becoming her emissary, and within the Three Realms, there wasn’t anyone who would not show her respect, and how many didn’t know of her fame?

Haven’t you seen even Tian Peng acting all respectful upon meeting her?

A little monkey from the Taiyi Realm, hopefully doesn’t die of shock, but everything ended up disappointing Xuan Feng.

Sun Wukong’s knowledge of the powers of the Three Realms, though more extensive than his previous life, was still somewhat limited. Additionally, Shopkeeper Chen’s lessons were quite general, so he didn’t know much.

At the very least, he didn’t recognize the name Xuan Feng.

"Your name isn’t as good as mine!"

"You, haven’t heard of my name?" Xuan Feng looked at him incredulously, pointing at herself.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, "Why wouldn’t I have heard your name?"

"Xuan Feng, there’s nothing nice sounding about it," Sun Wukong mumbled after finishing his thought.

Xuan Feng gritted her teeth and forced a few words out of her throat, "That’s our Phoenix Clan’s naming custom!"

How could it be considered unpleasant to hear when even the late clan leader’s name was Yuan Feng?

Xuan Feng wished she could slap Sun Wukong to death, but, considering that he was Shopkeeper Chen’s disciple, she did her best to restrain herself.

With Shopkeeper Chen’s cultivation that could reach the heavens and pierce through the earth, she wouldn’t dare provoke him even if she had ten times the courage.

Thud, thud, thud!

Just then, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from the stairs, and both Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng looked intently in that direction, only to see Chen Nuo, clad in a green robe, coming downstairs with sleepy eyes.

But even so, his peerless demeanor could not be concealed.

"Master!"

"Shopkeeper Chen!"

Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng spoke at the same time, before glancing at each other with daggers.

"Mhm," Chen Nuo casually nodded in acknowledgment and found a spot to sit down without further ado.

To tell the truth, Chen Nuo was feeling somewhat irritated at the moment. He had been sleeping soundly in bed when the system’s notification of funds kept beeping one after another, no less than 17 times.

It bothered him to the point where he couldn’t sleep at all.

Even with his Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation, sleep was not an issue for him; he could sleep or wake whenever he wanted, entirely at his leisure.

However, losing sleep due to external disturbances was truly annoying.

Chen Nuo had an inscrutable expression and remained silent, which made Sun Wukong and Xuan Feng feel like they were walking on thin ice, hardly daring to breathe.

"Master, has something happened?" In the end, Sun Wukong braced himself and spoke up.

Chen Nuo waved his hand, "Nothing."

The oppressive atmosphere around him suddenly eased, and he looked towards Xuan Feng, who was standing at attention, as if mentioning offhand, "You’ve come quite early today."

Xuan Feng stood upright, her manner highly respectful, "The Goddess wished to eat, so I was sent over earlier."

That made sense, Chen Nuo nodded without prying further.

The annoyance in his heart also gradually dissipated as more time passed since he woke up.

Who could have imagined that a bowl of soup could compel a high and detached Saint to do so much? He felt quite accomplished.

But it was also expected; Chen Nuo had one hundred percent confidence in his culinary skills, even for a Saint, so what?

Anyone who had eaten his food once would definitely come back for a second time, then a third, and eventually countless times.

When culinary skills reach a certain level of mastery, they truly can become addictive.

"Do you want the Sauce-coated Duck to be slightly spicy, medium spicy, or extra spicy?"

Suddenly, Chen Nuo asked out of nowhere.

There are such distinctions? Xuan Feng was taken aback, pondering in her heart.

After a few moments, she said, "Please, allow me to have the extra spicy one, Elder."

It’s not like she hasn’t tasted spicy flavors before; they are nothing for her to fear.

Extra spicy?

Chen Nuo’s lips twitched slightly, how brave indeed!

He had seen Qiong Xiao struggling every time she ate Sauce-coated Duck, which is why he thought of categorizing the spicy levels.

That way, they could avoid awkward situations like before and offer guests a meal with dignity.

But what he’d been making for Qiong Xiao could only be considered medium spicy...

Chen Nuo did not say anything more; since it was the guest’s request, then he would make it. And it definitely wasn’t because someone woke him up.

Yes, definitely not.

"Then wait a moment, the dishes will be ready shortly; one order of Sauce-coated Duck, one order of Crispy Fried Chicken."

"Wukong, you serve them. Prepare fifteen jars of Peach Blossom Brew."

Chen Nuo instructed softly.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly in agreement.