486: Chapter 486 Wang Baobao's Gaze Locks On: If You Don't Serve the Food Soon, You're Going to Eat People!

The Waiter just leaned against the doorframe like that.

He didn't cross his arms, but simply flicked the table cloth on his shoulder every now and then, his chin slightly raised, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone as if he were sizing up a circle of worthless livestock.

That sneer didn't even linger on the corners of his mouth.

It permeated the air, from his contemptuous gaze to his twitching toes; everything about him was conveying one thing.

"Get lost."

He had seen many of these "country bumpkins" who crawled up from the Lower Realm, one crop after another, like chives in a field that could never be fully harvested.

They were used to acting like big shots down below, but once they reached the Immortal Realm, they didn't even know what the circulating Immortal Stones looked like.

He wasn't in a hurry either.

He just waited there sloppily, waiting for the pitiful self-esteem on these people's faces to be crushed by reality, and then for them to slink out on their own.

He enjoyed this feeling too much.

Even though he was just a plate-carrier.

But in front of these Lower Realm ants who couldn't even afford a meal, he was the Dominator.

However—

In the dead silence, a sound suddenly erupted.

"Gurgle—"

The sound was very clear, even carrying an echo.

The source came from Wang Baobao's stomach.

The little girl clutched her flat little belly and slowly raised her head, her large, dark eyes filled with pitiful watery mist.

"Boss."

"I'm hungry."

Her voice was childish and high-pitched, the end of her sentence trailing off with a hint of heart-wrenching grievance.

But for the few people present who were familiar with her, their hearts didn't just tighten.

Alarm bells were screaming.

Because after Wang Baobao said those words, her gaze moved.

That gaze slowly, like a World-Destroying Magic Cannon calibrating its firing angle, precisely locked onto the Waiter leaning against the doorframe.

No, more accurately, it landed on his two sturdy-looking thighs that seemed quite chewy.

Wang Baobao's pink little tongue poked out, and she licked her lips with extreme seriousness.

The movement was innocent and romantic.

But what surged deep within those pure eyes was a primitive desire that had nothing to do with innocence.

It was the look of a beast, starved to the extreme, staring at its prey.

The cloth on the Waiter's shoulder froze.

A chill rose from his tailbone without warning, instantly exploding through his entire body.

He couldn't see through this little girl's cultivation.

But his intuition, honed through hundreds of battles, roared two words frantically in his mind—DANGER!

That wasn't the feeling of being locked onto by a Cultivator.

That was... the feeling of being an ingredient stared at by a chef!

He shuddered, his legs and feet completely breaking free from his brain's control as he suddenly took half a step back.

"Wh-what do you want to do?!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself.

He was in the Great Emperor Realm!

Although he was just a Great Emperor serving plates in a restaurant, he was now actually forced back by the gaze of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old slip of a girl?

If word of this got out, where would he hide his old face?

However, his legs were very honest.

That half-step back was decisive, swift, and without hesitation.

Su Chen's eyelid twitched violently.

He clearly heard a very faint "creak" coming from Wang Baobao's throat.

She was grinding her teeth.

[It's over.]

[This girl's patience has reached its limit.]

[If I don't stuff something into her mouth soon, she won't be looking at thighs in the next second; she'll pounce directly to start her meal.]

[Then our entire team's debut on the first day in the Immortal Realm will be 'Attempted Dine and Dash Fails, Waiter Devoured on the Spot'.]

[This legendary start is so ridiculous it could make the front-page headline of the "Immortal Realm Daily." I've even thought of the title—"Shocking! Ascenders Turn Out to be Humanoid Vicious Beasts, Waiter Brutally Devoured Alive!"]

Wang Baobao's body had already leaned forward slightly, a standard predatory preparation pose.

Su Chen no longer hesitated.

Amidst the various gazes of shock, despair, or confusion from the crowd, and Wang Baobao's eyes beginning to turn red from hunger.

Su Chen unhurriedly raised his left hand and took out another ring from his Storage Ring.

That ring was dusty and unremarkable.

Its surface even had a few old scratches, looking like a bronze lump worn by an old mortal farmer for decades; even if it were thrown on a street stall, no one might pick it up.

But Su Chen knew its weight.

That was what that old fox, Eighteenth Ancestor, had forced onto him before he ascended.

At the time, Su Chen even thought it was ugly.

Now, he only wanted to give a thumbs up to that Old Ancestor who had lived for nine hundred and eighty thousand years.

From the ring, he took out a small cloth bag.

The cloth bag looked even shabbier, as if it had held peanuts or dried fruit, with the corners even looking a bit greasy.

He didn't untie the knot.

He just casually tossed the bag onto the table.

"Clatter—"

Accompanied by a crisp and incredibly pleasant sound of crystals colliding, the mouth of the bag loosened.

A pile of crystals rolled out.

They bounced, collided, and spun on the tabletop, emitting not a dull thud, but an immortal sound like wind chimes.

That wasn't the hazy luster of Spirit Stones.

It was a pure, extreme, and dazzling treasure light from the inside out!

A surge of pure, inseparable aura of Immortal Dao Laws burst out from every crystal, like an entire jar of ten-thousand-year immortal wine had been overturned, so rich it made one's Soul tremble!

The air in the entire private room was purified, washed, and raised to a higher level in that instant!

Immortal Stones.

Real, genuine Immortal Stones!

Although the grade was only Low Grade, that brilliance, that aura—with a rough glance, there were more than ten thousand!

In the private room, one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's breath was stolen by the pile of small, sun-like lights on the table.

Qian Duoduo was the first to explode.

His two-hundred-plus-pound frame launched from the chair like a cannonball, his speed completely unlike an injured person who had just been swatted away by a Great Emperor.

He practically pounced to the table, his hands trembling as he held an Immortal Stone as if he were holding his own biological son.

He stroked the front and back, held it up to his eyes to look at it repeatedly, and then brought it to his nose to take a deep breath of that pure aura.

Then, his hands shook as if he had Parkinson's.

"Im... Immortal Stones!"

"Boss!"

"These are real Immortal Stones!!"

"You... you... this... how is this possible..."

He was completely incoherent, his brain stalling due to the massive impact.

Just now, his lifelong pride had been trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces.

Now, the boss casually threw out a bag of junk that even he thought was shabby, yet it struck out a miracle he didn't even dare to imagine.

The expressions of Jian Buping and Monk Jiese weren't much better.

The two of them felt as if someone had used the Buddhist Lion's Roar technique in their ears, making their heads buzz.

Jian Buping's lips moved, wanting to say something, but he found that his proud Sword Heart couldn't organize any effective words in front of this pile of shiny stones.

He had always thought the gap between him and the boss was in state of mind and planning.

Now he realized.

He didn't even know what the boss's coin purse looked like.

The string of Buddhist beads that Monk Jiese had just repaired showed signs of snapping again.

He mechanically turned his shiny bald head, looking at the Immortal Stones, then at Su Chen.

Then at the Immortal Stones, then at Su Chen again.

Finally, he pressed his palms together and squeezed out a sentence with utmost piety.

"amitabha... This Poor Monk feels as if he has seen the God of Wealth manifest."

And that Waiter who had been watching the show all along.

The expression on his face was so wonderful it could be directly imprinted and used as a textbook for face-changing ultimate techniques in a Sect.

From mockery to shock, from shock to horror, from horror to panic, and finally transforming into an extreme, bone-deep servility.

The whole process took no more than two breaths.

"Gu... Guest!!"

The angle at which his waist bent was more than three times faster than his retreat earlier, almost folding into ninety degrees.

"It was this lowly one who was blind! It was this lowly one who looked down on people!"

"This lowly one deserves to die! This lowly one apologizes to you!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the cloth on his shoulder with lightning speed and wiped the already spotless tabletop three more times, wiping it until it almost had a patina.

Su Chen didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

He just slowly picked up that animal-skin menu and casually flipped through it.

"Cloud-Piercing Bamboo Shoots in Sauce, Deep-fried Flying Ants, Earth Dragon Tendons in Sauce."

"One of each."

"Braised Unicorn Leg, two portions."

"Stir-fried Phoenix Beast Liver, one portion."

"And a pot of your best 'Drunken Immortal Dew'."

After speaking, he tossed the menu onto the table with a light thud.

"Bring these first."

"We'll add more if it's not enough."

The Waiter's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The dishes this master ordered cost enough Immortal Stones for a Great Emperor Realm Waiter like him to save for over half a year without eating or drinking.

"Right away! Right away! Please wait a moment, Guest! Coming right up! This lowly one will personally go to the kitchen to keep an eye on it for you! I guarantee the fastest speed!"