487: Chapter 487 The Boss's Money Power Comes from the Waiter's Obsequiousness

The Waiter backed out of the private room with a hunched back, his closing movements carrying an arc that suggested he was desperate to grovel.

The moment the door closed, the air in the private room did not return to normal.

Instead, it fell from an awkward dead silence into another kind of shocked dead silence.

Everyone's eyes were like red-hot steel nails, firmly welded onto Su Chen's body.

Qian Duoduo was still tightly clutching that cold Immortal Stone, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg. The expression on his fat face cycled frantically between ecstasy, confusion, and subversion, as colorful as an opened dye vat.

Only a roar remained in his mind.

Something's not right!

Something's very wrong!

The boss... how could he have Immortal Stones? Spirit Stones from the Lower Realm aren't even fit for firewood here. Where did he get this hard currency of the Immortal Realm?

Just how many trump cards that he completely didn't understand were still hidden on this man?!

Jian Buping silently withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his head, his Divine Thought sweeping over his empty Storage Pouch, from which he couldn't even pull out a piece of scrap metal.

Then he looked at the pile of brilliant Immortal Stones on the table, which almost burned his eyes.

He suddenly felt that betting everything to follow Su Chen might have been the wisest, most outrageous, and most correct decision he had ever made in his life.

Monk Jiese finally recovered from his petrified state.

He let out a long breath, folded his hands, and his expression was more devout than ever before.

“amitabha.”

“This Poor Monk was just wondering whether to live on alms from now on or go to a temple entrance to perform smashing a large stone on my chest.”

The look in his eyes as he watched Su Chen was as sincere as if he were gazing upon a Living Buddha walking the earth.

“Now, This Poor Monk understands.”

“Following the right person is much more important than chanting the right sutras.”

Wang Baobao had no interest in the adults' mental storms.

Her world was very simple.

When the words “Braised Unicorn Leg” reached her ears, her two large, dark eyes instantly lit up like two small suns.

She sat back obediently in her chair, her two short legs swinging happily beneath it, the pigtail on top of her head trembling.

The glistening line of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth silently explained everything.

She was no longer looking at the Waiter's leg.

Because a much tastier drumstick was on its way.

Su Chen leaned against the back of his chair, arms crossed, his face calm and emotionless.

That composed posture made it seem as if everything that had just happened, and even all future changes, were within his control.

Only he knew that the bullet comments deep in his heart were already flowing like a waterfall.

“Eighteenth Ancestor, you are my real grandfather!”

“If it weren't for these one million Low Grade Immortal Stones you stuffed me with, I wouldn't just be losing face today; I'd be rubbed into the ground repeatedly!”

“And I'd have to sacrifice a Waiter's leg, triggering the first case of cross-Realm cannibalism in the Immortal Realm.”

Su Chen's gaze moved past the window, inconspicuously scanning the street outside shrouded in Immortal Qi.

The rules of the game here were simple and crude.

If you have Immortal Stones, you're the master.

If you don't have Immortal Stones, you're not even as good as the trash in the hands of the Sweeping Auntie at the door.

Su Chen narrowed his eyes, his mind already spinning at high speed, constructing a brand-new business plan.

The food was served extremely quickly.

As expected of an Immortal Realm restaurant, every dish came with its own special effects the moment it was brought to the table.

Rich Laws of the Immortal Dao transformed into visible rosy light, rising from the jade plates. The concentration of Immortal Qi in the entire private room skyrocketed.

The energy contained in any random dish was enough to make a Holy Land in the Lower Realm fight to the death over it.

Wang Baobao was the first to lose it.

She grabbed the Braised Unicorn Leg, which was bigger than her head, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took a fierce bite.

“Crunch!”

A crisp sound rang out, making one's teeth ache.

The beast bone, which contained terrifying energy, was chewed in her mouth as crunchily as potato chips.

Her eating manner made everyone's eyelids twitch.

The rest of the group didn't bother being polite either and picked up their chopsticks.

They were truly hungry, in a state of extreme thirst and hunger from their bodies to their Souls.

For a time, only the sound of devouring food and the concerto of Wang Baobao's “crunch-crunch” bone-gnawing remained in the private room.

Qian Duoduo gorged himself while trembling with heartache.

Every time he picked up a mouthful of food, his heart bled.

“This bite... and a hundred Immortal Stones are gone!”

“This plate of Phoenix Beast Liver... thirty thousand! Thirty thousand Immortal Stones!”

“Wastrel! Such a wastrel!”

His heart wailed, but his chopsticks were so fast they left afterimages.

When that piece of stir-fried Phoenix Beast Liver slid down his throat, a pure and explosive fire-attribute energy burst forth, instantly surging into his limbs and bones.

He felt his whole body shake. The internal injuries left behind when he was slapped away by the Sweeping Auntie actually healed at a visible rate under the washing of this warm current!

“...It's damn well worth it!”

His mouth was covered in oil, and his eyes were filled with tears—half from heartache and half from pure pleasure.

Jian Buping and Monk Jiese also completely let themselves go.

Every move of Jian Buping's chopsticks was fast, accurate, and ruthless, as if he were performing a supreme sword technique. When an Earth Dragon Tendon containing Sharp Golden Qi entered his stomach, the starfall sword inside him actually let out a soft hum, and his dormant Sword Intent became lively once more!

The monk Monk Jiese's style was even more peculiar.

Facing the first dish, he folded his hands and solemnly proclaimed a Buddhist greeting: “amitabha, a sin, a sin.”

Then he opened his eyes and swept the entire plate of food into his mouth like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

He chewed twice.

Closed his eyes.

Folded his hands again.

“Wonderful, wonderful. Delicious.”

Then he opened his eyes again and did the same to the next plate.

The whole process was seamlessly connected. His efficiency in chanting and eating was appallingly high. The Vajra Dharma Idol phantom behind him actually solidified a bit more visibly!

Although Hua Nongying and the other three women ate elegantly, their speed was not slow at all. They could clearly feel every mouthful of food transforming into the purest energy, washing over their newly broken-through Realms and making their unstable Foundations incredibly firm.

This meal was their first since ascending to the Immortal Realm.

It was also the most expensive and most worthwhile meal they had ever eaten in their lives.

Having eaten and drunk their fill.

Everyone slumped in their chairs, letting out a collective sigh of relief, their faces filled with the satisfaction of surviving a disaster.

Qian Duoduo wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, and his brain, which had been shocked into stalling, finally began to function again.

He moved his bulky body closer to Su Chen and lowered his voice, his small eyes filled with admiration, curiosity, and bewilderment.

“Boss, those Immortal Stones... where on earth did you conjure them from?”

“Could it be that when you were in the Lower Realm, you already... already anticipated today's situation?”