NOVEL NEXT Chapter 73
“Cough cough, aside from the Snowflake Jade Meat, I’ll have everything else you just mentioned, bring it all out!” Ye Junlin pulled out his storage ring, slapping it down on the table with a thud, as if he owned the place.
The waiter jumped in shock, diving into Divine Sense and seeing mountains of top-grade Spirit Crystals stacked inside, leaving him dry-mouthed and his heart pounding like a drum.
Good gosh, this guy is a true rich man!
“Uh, esteemed guest, please wait a moment, I’ll notify the kitchen right away!” The waiter stuttered, trembling, and then quickly dashed off.
Ye Junlin shook his head. The amount of Spirit Crystals he had received from signing in during this time was enough to buy an average dynasty.
And what he just spent? Mere pocket change!
“Woohoo, why do we have to eat cute little mice like this…” Bai Xiaoxi cradled their head in their hands, tearful and sad for their rodent kin.
Ye Junlin patted its head, finding it amusing.
Boom!
Just then, an overwhelming aura spread out, shaking the entire Dragon Gate Inn. Fortunately, the inn was built sturdy, crafted from profound iron—just a slight tremor, nothing more.
“What’s going on?” Ye Junlin looked in the direction of the source.
“A Yuan Ying aura? Which fellow Daoist just had a breakthrough?” An older Golden Core Cultivator exclaimed enviously.
Whoosh! A massive fiery red figure burst out from upstairs, crashing down onto the table with a bang, startling the surrounding guests into bewilderment. “Holy crap!”
At once, an array of Divine Senses converged.
Everyone finally got a clear look—it was a fully-formed lobster monster!
Standing three meters tall, its shell was as red as flames, with a pair of formidable claws. Its eyes darted around, betraying a hint of panic.
To many people’s surprise, this lobster monster was a Phase One Yuan Ying!
Turns out, it was the one that just had the breakthrough!
Just as it prepared to leap and escape the Dragon Gate Inn, a gleaming blade aura cut through like a shooting star, harshly slashing down upon it.
Splash!
The lobster monster let out a tragic scream, collapsing lifelessly onto the table, its eyes dimmed, aura gone.
The owner of the blade aura appeared—a middle-aged chef wearing a tall hat, his apron tied tight, wielding a glimmering kitchen knife. With a face full of apologies, he said, “Esteemed guests, I truly apologize! I was about to prepare some spicy lobster, and this lobster monster witnessed its companions being killed, broke free of its chains and had a breakthrough in despair, escaping from my blade—luckily, I managed to remedy the situation in time. If it caused you any disturbance, I’d like to sincerely apologize on behalf of my establishment.”
Then, the middle-aged chef dragged the lobster monster’s corpse away, smiling ingratiatingly, his demeanor sincere—but with his fierce appearance and recently displayed strength, many cultivators who initially had complaints found themselves swallowing their resentment.
Brutal, exceedingly brutal!
This Dragon Gate Inn even had a chef this fierce?
Surely, no one dared to dine and dash since it opened!
The cultivators whose meals got interrupted by the lobster monster exchanged glances at the overturned bowls.
The leader finally snapped back to reality, slamming his palm on the table and angrily shouting, “Damn it, bring us a plate of stir-fried lobster, using that big lobster from earlier as the main ingredient!”
The ingredient from a Yuan Ying-level beast had to be incredibly valuable, but these guys just wanted to vent their frustrations!
“Sure thing!” the waiter, excited, tossed his towel over his shoulder and eagerly shouted, “Let’s get a plate of stir-fried lobster for these guests!”
Seeing the storm settle, the Dragon Gate Inn returned to its usual hustle and bustle.
Ye Junlin withdrew his gaze, chuckling, “This cultivator-run inn is quite interesting.”
Li Wujie crossed his arms, giving a seasoned critique. “Hmm, from my perspective, that chef’s knife skills are impressive. His strikes are quick, fierce, and precise, practicing a straightforward and powerful knife technique—though earlier, his aura was a bit unstable; probably overhasty.”
He was a knife practitioner, and a knife fanatic!
“Shh! You guys hear that? It seems someone’s discussing us.” Hong Qianye’s gaze sharpened.
“Normal. I have a lot of fans,” Ye Junlin feigned calmness, actually straining to listen closely.
Whispers buzzed around the inn, converging on a singular topic.
“What a crime! I ran into that damned scoundrel Ye Junlin recently! All the Spirit Crystals I worked my whole life to gather, taken by him!”
“Damn! Same! Not just Spirit Crystals; he also swiped six pieces of seventh-grade treasures, thirty Profound Level talismans, and five Earth-grade medicinal pills—all cleanly taken by that bastard!”
“Wow, seems like everyone has been robbed! I thought I was the only unlucky soul caught by that old dog!”
“Ah, now that I see fellow Daoists have been harmed, my heart feels surprisingly balanced.”
The heated chatter filled the air.
About eighty percent of the Dragon Gate Inn’s patrons stood up, denouncing Ye Junlin as a shameless scoundrel, a despicable thief.
It was like a massive anger venting session, with everyone hurling accusations at Ye Junlin, riled up and indignant.
To them, Ye Junlin was a heinous brute who deserved heavenly retribution, a fate worse than death, banished to the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reborn!
“Tsk tsk…” Hong Qianye lowered their head, shoulders shaking, seemingly suppressing laughter.
At that moment, this demonic sect leader’s heart was blooming with joy, hearing the crowd cursing and denouncing Ye Junlin.
It felt like justice and karmic retribution at work, every pore in their body relaxed, even their soul felt like it might float out of their body.
Ha ha ha, my brave heroes, you’re nailing it! Voicing my innermost thoughts!
Ye Junlin, you have moments of being despised by all!
See? This is what the people’s hearts desire!
As another victim, Hong Qianye felt an inexplicable connection hearing the crowd furiously condemning Ye Junlin.
Purely the voice of reality!
Refreshing, exhilarating!
Li Wujie looked utterly stunned, completely unprepared for this situation.
In his mind, his Master didn’t seem like the type to act this way!
Then, as if realizing what happened, his expression twisted with killing intent, his right hand gripping the knife hilt, rising to draw it and wreak havoc.
Insult my Master? You die!
Just then, a big hand pressed down on his shoulder, forcibly pinning him back into his seat.
Li Wujie blinked in surprise. “M-Master, you…”
Ye Junlin shook his head, “Don’t be impulsive. Clearly, someone’s impersonating me to commit fraud!”
Getting inexplicably cursed at was not pleasant for anyone.
Truly, it fit that saying.
Trouble comes from afar!
Ye Junlin made an effort to keep calm. Though his expression was somewhat dark, he caught a glimpse of his younger apprentice beside him, head down, and meaningfully said, “Little Hong, feel free to laugh if you want; don’t hold it in.”
Hearing this, Hong Qianye’s back went cold, beads of sweat forming on their forehead.
Quickly, they adjusted, raising their head again, seemingly filled with righteous fury and eyes burning with barely contained wrath. They grit their teeth, “Damn it! These ants deserve to die! Master, just say the word and I’ll strike immediately! Not leaving a single one alive!”
Ye Junlin: “Heh.”