145: I said I wanted another bowl of noodles.

"Get lost! Everyone get the hell out of my way!"

An arrogant and domineering roar exploded like thunder across the long street.

At the entrance of the street, a squad of Cultivators dressed in uniform black-and-gold attire, with long blades at their waists, were driving away pedestrians in an extremely barbaric manner.

Their cultivation was not low; every one of them was in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"You blind bastards! The Hegemon Blade Sect is conducting business; all idlers must clear out!"

"If you collide with our Young Lord, how many heads do you have to lose?"

For a time, there was chaos everywhere.

Vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls, and diners fled in panic.

The once lively street instantly became a scene of mess and disorder.

Soon, that squad of Hegemon Blade Sect Disciple arrived in front of the noodle stall where Chu Xuanjin was sitting.

The scar-faced man leading them saw that someone was still sitting there leisurely, and his brows immediately furrowed.

He pointed his scabbard at Chu Xuanjin and shouted sharply, "You! Are you deaf or blind? Didn't you hear what your grandfathers said?"

Chu Xuanjin slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

The Heavenly Dao Dharma Eye quietly activated.

【Name】: Li Hu

【Realm】: Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal

【Sect】: Hegemon Blade Sect

【Root Bone】: Low Grade

【Luck】: Blood Light Overhanging

【Recent Calamity】: In one incense stick of time, due to disrespectful words and colliding with a noble person, he will lose all his front teeth, fracture his right arm, and become a laughingstock.

A subtle, imperceptible arc curled at the corner of Chu Xuanjin's mouth.

He didn't speak, just lowered his head and looked at his empty bowl.

The meaning was clear.

My noodles haven't arrived yet.

"Hey! You trash, how dare you put on airs in front of me?"

Li Hu was furious upon seeing his indifferent attitude.

A mere Early-stage Earth Immortal waste actually dared to ignore him?

He stepped forward and kicked a nearby empty table, smashing it to pieces.

"Boss! Don't even think about running this crappy stall today!"

He glared viciously at the noodle stall owner, who was already pale with fear.

"Hurry up and pack your things and get out! Our Young Lord is hosting an important guest here later! This place of yours will offend the guest's eyes!"

Upon hearing this, the noodle stall owner lost all color in his Face, his lips trembling as he begged, "Immortal... Immortal Master, I rely on this stall to support my family. Could you please show mercy and choose another place? I will kowtow to you..."

"Kowtow? If kowtowing were useful, what would be the point of cultivation?"

Li Hu sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

"I'll give you three breaths of time. If you don't get lost, I'll smash this pot of yours too!"

"I..." The noodle stall owner's eyes were filled with despair.

Chu Xuanjin sighed.

He really just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles in peace.

He looked up at Li Hu and spoke in a calm tone.

"Leave a line for everything, so we can meet again in the future."

"You Hegemon Blade Sect, your actions are a bit too overbearing."

"Oh?"

Li Hu acted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He turned around and looked down at Chu Xuanjin, his Face full of mockery.

"A piece of trash at the Early-stage Earth Immortal Realm dares to lecture me?"

"What kind of thing are you? Are you even worthy of mentioning our Hegemon Blade Sect?"

The fellow Disciple behind him also burst into laughter.

"Haha, senior brother li, did this kid break his brain when he ascended?"

"I think so. An Earth Immortal dares to manage our Heavenly Immortal affairs? Did Liang Jingru give him the courage?"

"Who is Liang Jingru?"

"I don't know, but it sounds like someone very brave."

Chu Xuanjin ignored their mockery.

He just looked at the noodle stall owner and said, "Boss, my noodles."

"Ah? Oh, oh!"

The owner woke from a dream and instinctively went to scoop the noodles.

"Scoop your mother!"

Li Hu was furious and kicked out, directly flipping the boiling bone soup pot onto the ground!

"Clatter—!"

The scalding bone soup, mixed with noodles, spilled all over the ground.

The owner was so scared he retreated repeatedly and sat paralyzed on the ground.

"Did I tell you to scoop it?!" Li Hu pointed at the owner's nose and cursed.

Then, he turned his head and glared viciously at Chu Xuanjin.

"Kid, now, your noodles are gone."

"I won't just make sure you can't eat the noodles, I'm going to make you lick all this soup clean for me!"

He walked towards Chu Xuanjin step by step, his body emitting the terrifying pressure of a Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal.

"Today, let Grandpa teach you what the rules are here in Cloud River City!"

Chu Xuanjin slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

The expression on his Face remained calm.

Only in those deep eyes did a trace of cold impatience flash.

"I originally just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles."

He whispered softly.

"Why do some people always insist on forcing me to take action?"

Li Hu had already arrived in front of him.

He grinned hideously, raised his fan-sized hand, and was about to slap Chu Xuanjin in the Face!

"Kneel for me!"

He roared.

However.

His palm stopped three inches from Chu Xuanjin's cheek.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop.

It was that he couldn't move.

An invisible, strange, incomprehensible force locked his body firmly in place.

"Hmm?"

Li Hu's expression changed drastically.

He discovered with horror that the immortal essence in his body seemed to be frozen, completely impossible to mobilize!

"What's going on?"

The few fellow Disciple behind him also discovered that something was wrong.

"senior brother li, why aren't you moving?"

But the next second.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slap.

Li Hu's raised hand, at an extremely strange angle, flipped 180 degrees and viciously slapped his own Face!

This slap was powerful and heavy!

Li Hu was spun around three and a half times by the slap and fell headfirst to the ground.

"Pfft!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, mixed with seven or eight broken teeth.

The whole process was smooth and done in one breath.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Hu's few fellow Disciple opened their mouths wide, their eyeballs almost popping out.

What just happened?

senior brother li... slapped himself?

And hit so hard?

Even the noodle stall owner, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked on in confusion.

Only Chu Xuanjin, slowly and leisurely, picked up his chopsticks again and tapped them lightly on the empty bowl.

"I said it before."

"I want to eat another bowl of noodles."

His voice was not loud.

But it was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of those Hegemon Blade Sect Disciple.

They finally realized that the seemingly ordinary man in front of them was not a soft persimmon at all!

This was a peerless ruthless person playing the pig to eat the tiger!

"You... who exactly are you?!"

A Disciple, trying to sound tough but failing, pointed at Chu Xuanjin and asked with a trembling voice.

"Quick! Attack together! Avenge senior brother li!"

Another reacted and pulled out the long blade at his waist.

"Form the Hegemon Blade Formation!"

The remaining few also reacted immediately, pulling out their blades, and instantly formed a simple combined attack Formation, surrounding Chu Xuanjin!

"Kid! No matter what your background is! Daring to provoke our Hegemon Blade Sect, today is your death date!"

The leader roared, and several people swung their blades at the same time, several sharp blade lights interweaving into a large net, covering Chu Xuanjin from above!

Chu Xuanjin looked at the blade net and shook his head.

He didn't even have the interest to stand up.

He just extended two fingers and pinched a noodle.

Then, he flicked it lightly towards the blade net.

"Shoo."

The soft noodle, the moment it left his hand, burst out with a white radiance even brighter than lightning!

It seemed to pierce through space!

Arriving later but reaching first, it instantly collided with the central node of the blade net!

"Chhh—!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a soft sound, like tearing cloth.

That blade net, formed by several Heavenly Immortals joining forces and capable of slaying a True Immortal, was easily cut through from the middle by that noodle!

Not only that!

The noodle, after breaking through the blade net, did not lose its momentum!

It drew a beautiful, incredible arc in mid-air.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Several crisp sounds in succession!

Those Hegemon Blade Sect Disciple only felt their wrists go numb, and their web between thumb and index finger hurt severely!

The long blades in their hands actually all flew out of their hands at once!

Then, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, they collided in mid-air with a clanging sound.

After a teeth-gritting sound of metal twisting.

Those long blades, which were at least Low Grade Immortal Artifact level, were actually twisted into a ball, like a twist of dough.

"Clang."

With a soft sound, they fell to the ground.

"..."

The few Disciple of the Hegemon Blade Sect looked at their bare hands, then at the lump on the ground that could no longer be recognized as a "blade," their brains completely shutting down.

This...

What the hell is this situation?

Using a noodle to break their combined blade Formation, and also twisting their Immortal Artifacts into a twist?

Is this something a human can do?

"Now."

Chu Xuanjin's voice sounded leisurely.

"Can I eat my noodles now?"

"Gulp."

Don't know who it was, but someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Fear.

Boundless fear, like a tide, drowned their reason.

They finally understood what kind of existence they had provoked.

"Sen... Senior, spare us!"

The leading Disciple's legs went soft, and with a "thump," he knelt down!

"We were blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai! We offended you, Senior! Please, for the sake of our Sect Leader's Face, spare our lives!"

The others also knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Senior, spare us!"

Chu Xuanjin looked at them and frowned.

"Your knees are really soft."

He shook his head, too lazy to bother with these small characters anymore.

He turned his head to look at the noodle stall owner who was still paralyzed on the ground, looking dazed.

"Boss."

"Ah? Yes! Senior! I am here!"

The owner shuddered and scrambled to his feet.

"Noodles."

Chu Xuanjin pointed at the pot on the ground.

"Oh, oh, oh!" The owner finally reacted, looking at the overturned pot, wanting to cry without tears, "Senior, the pot... the pot is overturned..."

Chu Xuanjin didn't speak.

He just extended his finger towards the pot and gave a light hook.

The next second.

An incredible scene occurred.

The overturned iron pot actually stood itself up slowly.

And the bone soup and noodles, which had spilled on the ground and were mixed with dust, were as if endowed with life, turning into streams of water, flying back, and landing back into the pot!

The whole process took no more than a breath.

The pot stood on the stove, completely undamaged.

The soup in the pot was still boiling.

The noodles in the pot were still snow-white.

It was as if everything just now was just an illusion.

The noodle stall owner's eyeballs almost fell out.

He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating.

What kind of immortal art is this?

Is it time reversal?!

"Noodles."

Chu Xuanjin repeated it again.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The owner dared not delay any longer, using trembling hands to pick up the large spoon, and respectfully served Chu Xuanjin a large, full bowl of noodles.

Then, as if holding a rare treasure, he carefully brought it to him.

"Sen... Senior, your noodles."

Chu Xuanjin nodded with satisfaction.

He picked up the chopsticks and started eating again, slurping away.

As if that bunch of people kneeling around were just air.