53: Salted fish god, hungry ghost reincarnated!

Tiandu, the sacred imperial city floating above a sea of clouds, was now like a powder keg with a lit fuse.

The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art.

void immortal gold.

Fragments of the jade pool mirror.

Every single term was enough to drive the entire Xuanyuan Continent into a state of irredeemable madness.

Inside the city, the streets and restaurants were occupied by powerful experts who had rushed in from all directions.

Auras, some as obscure as the abyss and others as blatant as the blazing sun, intertwined into an invisible giant net that enveloped the divine capital.

Killing intent and greed had turned into invisible lead, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, even making the daylight seem a bit dimmer.

Countless pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, waiting for the finale fifteen days later that was destined to be a bloodbath.

Amidst this extreme suppression, the city-protecting formation above Tiandu emitted a dull hum.

A massive flying boat intruded into everyone's vision without any warning.

It didn't tear through the void, nor did it have divine light clearing the way; it even flew a bit crookedly.

It just moved slowly, wobbling along.

Like an old man taking a stroll in his backyard after a full meal, its leisurely posture was completely out of place in this majestic city filled with killing intent.

But when the simple, ancient character for "Su," engraved with the charm of the Great Dao on the hull of the boat, came into view...

The Divine Thoughts of all the dormant experts in the city were instantly startled!

“The nine heavens carefree boat! It's the carriage of the Everlasting Su Family!”

“The Divine Son of the Su Family... he actually hasn't left yet!”

“Nonsense! Who wouldn't be tempted by such an eternal Opportunity?”

Countless Divine Thoughts collided in the void, filled with wariness and investigation.

Fifteen days ago, that Divine Son had been like a god or a demon, treating space as nothing and toying with the Yaochi Saintess with a flick of his fingers; that Aura that suppressed the entire scene was still a shadow in many people's hearts.

Now that he had descended again, what was he here for?

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, the cabin doors of the nine heavens carefree boat slowly opened.

Not just one.

But four.

In the four directions of north, south, east, and west, the cabin doors swung open simultaneously.

Four women dressed in light green palace skirts stepped out and stood at the four corners of the flying boat.

They were stunningly beautiful with different temperaments, and the Great Saint Auras within them, as deep as the sea, spread out without any concealment.

“Four Great Saints!”

“Heavens! Four stunning beauties of the Great Saint Realm are actually just maidservants for the guard of honor?!”

The minds of countless old monsters in the city were shaken, gaining a more direct fear of the Everlasting Su Family's foundation.

With such a display, what kind of elegance should His Highness the Divine Son possess?

Everyone raised their expectations to the maximum, holding their breath and focusing their minds, preparing to behold a deity descending to the Mortal world once again.

At that moment.

A white figure let out an earth-shattering yawn, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and swayed out of the main cabin door.

His hair was a mess, held together only by a crookedly placed white jade hairpin.

A few strands of disobedient hair hung over his forehead, swaying back and forth with his movements.

The white clothes on his body were also wrinkled, as if he had just been forcibly dragged out of bed; even his collar was skewed, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone.

On that handsome face, which was enough to make the sun and moon lose their luster, was written pure confusion.

“Who am I?”

“Where am I?”

“I'm not fully awake yet.”

Su Chen.

Time froze at this moment.

The entire city was dead silent.

The expressions on the faces of all the Cultivators who had been waiting expectantly completely solidified.

The eyes of those powerful experts from various factions who were ready to bow in worship almost bulged out of their sockets.

Jaws dropped everywhere.

Is this... is this fucking the same person?!

This sleepy-eyed, disheveled appearance, radiating a salted fish temperament of "don't bother me, I want to sleep" from head to toe.

Was he really the same person as that domineering Divine Son with the wicked gaze and world-swallowing Aura from fifteen days ago?!

Gone mad?

Qi Deviation, has he gone mad?

Or was this some kind of supreme Realm of returning to one's true self that they, as Mortals, could not understand?

Su Chen didn't care at all about those gazes from below that looked like they had seen a ghost.

He only felt it was very noisy.

[Finally arrived? This broken boat flies slower than a turtle.]

[If it weren't for perfectly missing that crappy auction, who would want to sleep on a boat for fifteen days? My bones are all soft from sleeping, and my back and waist ache.]

[So hungry... my stomach is growling.]

He stretched lazily, completely disregarding his image, and his bones let out a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers.

Comfortable.

Then, his nose twitched slightly in the air like a puppy's.

The next second.

Those dead fish eyes, which were originally covered in a layer of mist, instantly erupted with an extremely brilliant light!

That wasn't the spiritual light of enlightenment, nor the sharp light of seeing through the world.

That was the light that only a glutton who had been hungry for three days and nights would have when seeing a full feast!

“Mmm... smells so good!”

Su Chen's drool almost escaped.

That was a broth simmered from dozens of types of ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicines and the marrow of Saint Realm Yao Beasts, then slow-stewed with earth-core spirit fire for forty-nine days—the unique meaty aroma of the top-tier ingredient, the “Golden Scaled Pig”!

The smell was too authentic!

He ignored the Great Xia officials who came to welcome him and the various forces standing by in battle readiness.

He pointed his finger toward the direction where the scent was strongest—the most luxurious restaurant in Tiandu, the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The action carried an unquestionable decisiveness!

“Time to eat!”

Before his voice even faded, his entire being turned into a white streak of light, heading straight for the Drunken Immortal Tower!

No profound spatial Dao.

No mysterious movement techniques.

It was just a simple, straight-line sprint like a hungry ghost reincarnated!

“His Highness the Divine Son!”

The faces of the four Great Saint Realm Dao Protectors instantly turned beet red.

It was over.

The Divine Son's face, along with the Su Family's eternal reputation, was completely lost at this moment.

But they could only bite the bullet and immediately turn into four streaks of light to catch up, using their own Auras to clear an unobstructed "eating" straight line for their Divine Son in the crowded sky of Tiandu.

They left only the powerful experts of the city standing dazed in the wind, their worldviews completely shattered.

“...”

On an inconspicuous attic.

Liu Ruyan looked at that impatient back and could no longer hold it in.

She laughed so hard her body trembled like a branch in the wind, her delicate frame softening like spring water, and the candied haws in her hand almost fell to the ground.

“Hehehe... interesting, truly interesting.”

She stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her full red lips, her seductive eyes sparkling with extraordinary light.

That was the extreme excitement of discovering a new toy.

“So this is actually my Little Man's true face?”

“A... pure foodie?”

“Hehehe... my fun is really getting more and more.”