After getting permission from Bai Yao, Chen Jiuge couldn’t wait to leave the house.
"Master, where are you going?" the just-awoken Tian Que asked groggily.
"I’m taking you out for some good food," Chen Jiuge said with a smile, looking at the little fatty.
"Really?" Tian Que asked excitedly.
TSK, TSK, TSK, what a straightforward and easy-to-understand name. Does it represent the Bai Family’s restaurant?
As the specialty dishes of White Burning Immortal City were served one after another, Chen Jiuge patted Tian Que’s little head and said, "Let’s eat."
The taste of the white-boiled shrimp was really good—smooth and not greasy, without any fishy smell, and it even carried a hint of sweetness.
"Not bad," Chen Jiuge commented.
"Fellow Daoist, I’m glad you’re satisfied," said Bai Fenghuang, sitting across from Chen Jiuge with a pipe in her mouth, looking leisurely.
Glancing at this mature and sexy woman, Chen Jiuge’s thoughts flitted back to past events at Myriad Fish Cage, and a smile involuntarily touched his lips.
Bai Fenghuang, thinking her looks had charmed him, also smiled with delight and said coquettishly, "How should I address you, Fellow Daoist? I’m Bai Fenghuang, Bai Yao’s third sister."
"I’m Chen Jiuge. Does Third Miss Bai not remember me?" Chen Jiuge asked while eating a large shrimp.
Bai Fenghuang was stunned for a moment, then realized that this Mr. Chen did not seem to be an ascetic cultivator—this made things easier.
Chen Jiuge sensed Bai Fenghuang might have misunderstood and added, "Myriad Fish Cage. Void Silver Fish."
You’re that lucky little fellow from back then? Bai Fenghuang realized, and shock followed. The Nascent Soul youngster from those days has become an immortal—how much time has passed?
Barely suppressing her shock, Bai Fenghuang spoke, her voice somewhat stiff, "I didn’t expect that Mr. Chen and I had met so long ago."
"Yes, I remember I had to go on a long journey back then. But luckily, it was quite interesting," Chen Jiuge also felt a wave of nostalgia.
Due to her shock, Bai Fenghuang didn’t even realize what she was saying. By the time Chen Jiuge and Tian Que had finished numerous plates of white-boiled shrimp, she was the only one left sitting at the table, her expression somewhat dazed.
In truth, Bai Fenghuang had also passed the Myriad Beasts Sect’s examination back then. However, her talent was merely mediocre, qualifying her at most as an Outer Disciple. This was largely due to the Bai Family Patriarch’s influence; otherwise, she would have only been a servant disciple.
Upon learning that as a Myriad Beasts Sect disciple, she couldn’t become the Family Head, the ambitious Bai Fenghuang had immediately refused the offer. But now, has she made a mistake?
"Third Sister, stop vying for the position of Bai Family Head; it’s not your turn," Bai Xuan, who often disagreed with Bai Fenghuang, said with a helpless expression.
Coming somewhat back to her senses, Bai Fenghuang asked, "Why isn’t it my turn?"
"The Patriarch has made his decision," Bai Xuan said weakly.
After a month in hiding, the True Immortal competition against the Yan Family finally began.
Chen Jiuge didn’t go to watch the contest. He felt it was better to spend his time eating delicious food and training young Tian Que.
"Quick, quick, quick! Perform the Invincible Fire Wheel for me again!" Chen Jiuge shouted.
"Master, I’m hungry," Tian Que said weakly.
"Just hang in there a little longer, and then we can eat white-boiled shrimp," Chen Jiuge tempted him.
Tian Que was fired up. He spread his nine tails like a fan and spun them rapidly, lifting himself into the air. Updates are released by n0velfire.net
When Chen Jiuge first discovered it, he had been utterly amazed. SSS, I never expected Tian Que to have this trick up his sleeve; it’s truly astonishing! he had thought.
According to Tian Que, this was a skill he had developed on his own while vying for food with the Silver King. Chen Jiuge had now named it the Invincible Fire Wheel.
The plump Tian Que ascended quickly, perhaps lured by the tempting white-boiled shrimp. This time, he flew a little too high and seemed to have bumped into something.
Huh, why are there two sounds? Chen Jiuge heard two nearly simultaneous thuds.
"OUCH! Which bastard ambushed me? Don’t you know who I am?" After a pained yelp, an arrogant voice rang out.
Chen Jiuge looked at the two little fatties before him. One was simple and naive—his own Tian Que. The other was very arrogant and presumably the one Tian Que had knocked down.
"Who are you?" Chen Jiuge asked curiously. This fellow looks like a little Dragon. He’s just a bit plumper than Tian Que, seemingly even rounder.
"Little fatty, was it you?" the little Dragon pointed accusingly at Tian Que.
Tian Que might have been simple, but he wasn’t stupid. Especially when called a fatty by someone even fatter than himself, Tian Que grew angry. "You’re the fatty! I’m going to beat you up!" he declared.
The little fat Dragon looked disdainfully at Tian Que, who had nine tails. "We’re both at the Mahayana Realm, yet I belong to the True Dragon Clan. You dare say you’re going to beat me up? It looks young master must demonstrate his skills!"
A lunging punch shattered the little fat Dragon’s confidence, and an uppercut K.O.’d his pride.
Touching his slightly swollen chin, the little fat Dragon cried out angrily, "WAA! WAA! Even my mother has never hit me ! You’re done for! I’m going to make you cry!"
Half an hour later, Chen Jiuge looked at the little fat Dragon, whose face had swollen by a size, and winced internally. He hadn’t expected this fatty to be so stubborn! And Tian Que... honestly. They’re both fatties, why the rush to harm each other?
"Enough, Tian Que, it’s time to eat. If we wait any longer, we’ll miss mealtime," Chen Jiuge said, looking up at the sky. We’re about to miss dinner.
Looking at the small fist paused less than two centimeters from his face, the little fat Dragon let out a sigh of relief internally. This human’s pretty decent; I almost got hit again, he thought.
"Coming, coming!" Vigorous activity had made Tian Que quite hungry too.