Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 275: Serve the Veggies to This Lord
Xiaotian Dog hemmed and hawed for quite a while but eventually produced two black swords.
Simply by looking at their design and aura, Chen Nuo could ascertain that these were the same pair that Tian Peng and the Black Bear Demon had before!
The longswords were absorbed by the Crystal Ball.
[Ding! Xiaotian Dog has delivered a replica of the Executioner Immortal Sword. It can be exchanged for fifty meal privileges. Would you like to convert it to Merit Points?]
[Ding! Xiaotian Dog has delivered a replica of the Absolute Immortal Sword. It can be exchanged for fifty meal privileges. Would you like to convert it to Merit Points?]
Indeed, Chen Nuo’s heart leapt with joy—it really was this, his Executioner Immortal Four Sword, now complete!
"Don’t convert either of them," Chen Nuo silently decided.
Now he could play with them to his heart’s content, Chen Nuo was utterly pleased.
The power of the Executioner Immortal Four Sword goes without saying. Even if these were replicas, they still reached Quasi-Saint quality and should not be underestimated.
Chen Nuo nodded to himself. Now, all that seemed to be missing was the Formation Map for the Executioner Immortal Sword Formation.
Without the Formation Map, the Executioner Immortal Sword was just ordinary, an Innate Magical Treasure with high killing power. But with it, it became a heaven-defying object capable of pitting one Saint against four—the difference was clear.
A contemplative look appeared in Chen Nuo’s eyes. That Formation Map for the Executioner Immortal Sword Formation has always been in Tongtian’s hands, right?
Given Tongtian’s temperament, he couldn’t get the original, but giving him a weakened replica to play with should be no problem.
However, right now he should still be grounded by Zixiao Palace, not knowing when he might come.
Xiaotian Dog’s mouth was wide open, and he was completely dumbfounded, shit, what’s going on here.
A single sword could be worth fifty meal privileges; that was way too strong, the swords that Yun Zhongzi forged were freaking awesome!
Xiaotian Dog was ecstatic—it was an immediate windfall. The unease he originally felt had also dissipated.
He didn’t regret almost getting caught by Yun Zhongzi for stealing; he just felt a bit of pain, that pain from letting go of the other two swords so easily.
Logically, the last pair should have been all his, giving them away to Tian Peng and that smelly bear for nothing!
"Is there anything else?" Chen Nuo reminded, just in case that doggy had some other good stuff, wouldn’t that be wonderful?
"Yes! Yes!" Xiaotian Dog eagerly nodded and brought out all his other hidden items all at once.
Now, he dared not hide anything else, always feeling a bit unsafe.
One by one, system notifications sounded in Chen Nuo’s ears. After a while, Xiaotian Dog had handed over all the remaining Magical Treasures.
However, disappointingly, there were no Magical Treasures of the same high quality as the replica Executioner Immortal Swords.
"Alright, get out!" After connecting a few glasses of Flat Peach Juice, Chen Nuo retracted his space and spoke indifferently.
Following Chen Nuo, as soon as Xiaotian Dog walked out of the kitchen, he felt a gaze fixed on him intensely, making him somewhat uncomfortable.
Glancing around, Xiaotian Dog realized it was Yang Jian. Without reason, his heart started to feel a bit hollow.
Before he could say anything, Yang Jian got straight to the point, "What did you just do?"
Dog eyes spinning, Xiaotian Dog feigned innocence, "Your lordship was just paying up!"
"Paying? Even if you were handing over Magical Treasures, you didn’t need to hide, right?" Yang Jian pressed.
"Why wouldn’t I need to hide?" Xiaotian Dog’s eyes bulged as he quickly retorted.
"If I reveal so many Magical Treasures I found, what if you all get greedy eyes?"
Xiaotian Dog held his ground.
Examining him from head to toe, Yang Jian took in every aspect of Xiaotian Dog’s demeanor—it didn’t seem like he was faking. Could it be that he was overthinking?
The aroma of Sweet and Sour Pork wafting into his nose instantly made Yang Jian’s mouth water, drawing back his attention.
"Who knows?" Yang Jian muttered, dropping the subject.
Forget it, Xiaotian only had some suspicions, not solid evidence. Even Uncle Yun Zhongzi ultimately let Xiaotian go; it probably wasn’t Xiaotian.
He decided not to overthink it. Eating was more important. It was not worth delaying his meal over a dog.
Yang Jian grunted and looked down.
The sweet and sour pork was bright red, the size of the meat pieces even and coated with thick sauce—it was exceptionally presentable. He picked up a piece with chopsticks and placed it in his mouth.
The sour-sweet sauce instantly tantalized Yang Jian’s taste buds; a gentle bite revealed how delicious it was.
Yang Jian’s eyes lit up considerably, and he had no other thoughts but to focus on eating his meal.
Seeing Yang Jian like this, Haotian couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, too—he had tasted Sun Wukong’s cooking, which had been astonishingly good.
So, what kind of supreme delight must this sweet and sour pork made by Shopkeeper Chen himself be?
Lucky to have fooled them, Xiaotian Dog silently congratulated himself on his cleverness.
But then he caught sight of Yang Chan beginning to fish out vegetables from the hotpot to dip in the sauce.
Suddenly anxious, he cried out, "Yang Chan, don’t eat my food!"
Yang Chan’s eyebrows furrowed, showing displeasure.
"Who would want to eat yours? I’m eating my own share!" she retorted.
That’s a relief, that’s a relief! Xiaotian Dog breathed easier and leaped back to his seat with a big jump.
Watching the rolling boil of the hotpot and the various ingredients spewing out fragrance as they simmered, Xiaotian Dog almost drooled all over.
But the scalding broth held him back—if he ate directly, it would surely burn his mouth off!
The dog glanced over with flattery at Yang Chan, who was dexterously picking up food with her chopsticks, and said, "Um, could you... please put some in my bowl too?"
Having said that, he also pushed his bowl toward Yang Chan with his paw.
Yang Chan: "???"
She was supposed to pick up food for him—and from her own portion? Dream on!
Yang Chan snorted coldly and said, "Eat your own food, dip and eat your own."
"I’d love to! But see how you’ve made it impossible for me to eat!" Xiaotian spread his paws helplessly—he couldn’t just dive in, and his paws couldn’t manage chopsticks.
"That’s your own problem, not mine," Yang Chan rolled her eyes and flatly refused.
"Come on! You’re too heartless! After all these years of fighting side by side with your brother, I’ve had my share of hard work if not merit," he complained.
"Is helping me pick some food really that big a deal?"
"Right, Yang Jian?" Xiaotian Dog said confidently, assuming he had Yang Jian on his side.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Not a single reply came.
"Yang Jian?" Xiaotian Dog wondered, looking over curiously.
Yang Jian was too busy eating to pay attention to him.
Xiaotian Dog: "..."
"Figure it out yourself!" Yang Chan laughed without sympathy, continuing to eat.
The hotpot flavors were truly divine; each ingredient had its unique charm, with endless aftertastes when dipped in sauce.
Yang Chan only ate non-spicy white hotpot because just the sight of the red hotpot made her well aware of her limits.
As for the emotional ties Xiaotian Dog mentioned, she’d rather not—for years, her second brother had lost count how many times he had wanted to discipline Xiaotian Dog’s unpleasant character.
It was a miracle he hadn’t lost a layer of skin.
Ruthless and ungrateful, Xiaotian Dog seethed with indignation.
Looking at the ingredients in the pot, a sly gleam flashed in Xiaotian Dog’s eyes as he grinned, "Are you sure you won’t pick up food for me?"
"Isn’t that obvious?" Yang Chan shot back without hesitation—she was barely able to look after her own eating.
"Well, then... don’t blame me for not showing any mercy!" Xiaotian Dog shook his head smugly.
